Hai Bulu slowly shook his head: "It's easy to kill Dazan, but the follow-up will be very troublesome."

Jiaji was taken aback when he heard the words, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Seeing his reaction, Haibru frowned slightly, and let out a dissatisfied hum.

"Why, you don't know? How did you set up your eyeliner in Wangcheng? Dazan came to your invitation today. In addition to bringing a few armed entourages, he also sent someone to report to Lao Qi. If he died today, even if you secretly transported his body out of the house and threw it out of the city, pretending that he was killed by someone who hated him in revenge, Lao Qi would cast suspicion on you. If you are dissatisfied, we will definitely take this opportunity to attack you. There is no need for us to take the initiative to pass the knife to Lao Qi, let alone trade you for a small leader."

After listening to Jiaji, he suddenly realized, and at the same time showed shame.

He first admitted his mistake to Hai Bulu: "My lord, it was my negligence. I underestimated Dazan, so I didn't send anyone to watch him. But I really didn't expect that a cruel official who was known as a cruel man by others , was so cautious."

"Based on what he has done in the past few days, if he is not careful, he would have died a long time ago. How can he come to see you alive?"

There was a lot of sarcasm in Hai Bulu's tone, and he didn't know whether he was mocking Jiaji's stupidity or 'Dazan''s cowardice.

Immediately afterwards, he said: "A vicious dog like Dazan, it is good for us to save his life. The more he bites and bites, the more dissatisfaction the tribes will have with Lao Qi. Wait until they choose sides At the time, you said they would choose Lao Qi or me?"

Jiaji suddenly realized, and he showed it just at the right time, and complimented: "It turns out that it is like this, or the king is thoughtful, I am far inferior..."

Hai Bulu waved his hand and interrupted his words: "Don't flatter me. In the next few days, go and contact the people who are dissatisfied with Lao Qi and see..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Haibru's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted towards the corner, "Who's there?"

When Jiaji heard this, he hurriedly turned around, and saw a stranger appearing in the corner of the yard.

This person does not know when or how he came in, not only silently, but also without the slightest movement of energy, if Haibulu hadn't found out, Jiaji would not have noticed the existence of this person.

The uninvited guest was not in a hurry, holding up a letter in his hand, with a strange blunt smile on his face: "Third Prince, don't be nervous, I have no malicious intentions, I was just ordered to deliver a letter to the Third Prince. "

The man's voice sounded deep and hoarse, as if it had been specially processed.

Haibulu frowned, stopped Jiaji's follow-up actions, looked at the uninvited visitor at the corner of the courtyard, and asked in a deep voice: "Order? Who gave the order?"

"The order is not important, what is important is this letter."

The uninvited guest waved his hand lightly, and the letter immediately flew to Hiberu.

A figure appeared in front of Haibulu out of thin air, and the letter was enveloped in blood, preventing it from flying to Haibruu, in case there was any change.

At the same time, Hiberu ordered: "Take him down!"

As soon as the voice fell, a group of people immediately appeared in the yard, rushing towards the uninvited guest from all directions.

Among these people, there are Haibulu's bodyguards, and Jiaji ambushes in the yard, trying to get rid of the dead men of 'Dazan'.

It's just that Haibulu didn't give an order just now, and Jiaji didn't dare to throw the cup as a sign.

Looking at the guards and dead soldiers who rushed forward, the uninvited guests neither ran away nor dodged, allowing them to take him down.

But just when Haibru was about to order the torture, the uninvited guest who was taken down had a strange change.

His body was like a candle that had been exposed to high temperature, melting quickly.

In just a few breaths of effort, he transformed from a 'living person' into a puddle of strangely colored water.

This weird turn of events shocked the surrounding guards and dead soldiers.

After inspecting the strange water on the ground, a guard raised his head and reported in astonishment, "King, it's ink pigment."

"Is that person fake just now? Was it painted?"

Jiaji was very surprised when he heard this.

Hai Bulu was more knowledgeable than him, and he frowned and thought: "I have heard people say that in the Black Lotus Sect, there is a supernatural power that can make things appear real."

Jiaji said in amazement: "The person in the painting just now was sent by the Black Lotus Sect? But isn't the Black Lotus Sect cooperating with the Seventh Prince? What is the purpose of sending someone to send a letter to you, the King? Could it be that the Seventh Prince is really Otherwise, the Black Lotus Sect wants to change to another thigh?"

Hai Bulu didn't know what the Black Lotus Sect was trying to do.

He turned his gaze to the letter wrapped in blood by his subordinates, and asked, "Is there something wrong with the letter?"

The burly guard standing in front of him immediately replied, "I haven't found any problems yet."

"give it to me."

Hearing Haibru's order, the guards didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly withdrew their anger, took the letter, and respectfully handed it into Haibru's hands.

Hai Bulu opened the letter~lightnovelpub.net~ and glanced at it, his expression froze instantly, his gaze became murderous.

This reaction made Jiaji very curious. Although he resisted the urge to stretch his head to look, he didn't hold back and asked, "My lord, what is written in the letter?"

Hai Bulu put away the letter, glanced at Jiaji, did not say what was in the letter, but ordered: "Immediately send someone to investigate the origin of the person in the painting, I want to know who sent the person in the painting .”

"Could it be... Dazan who just left?" Jiaji guessed, "He is the only outsider entering the mansion today."

Hai Bulu shook his head and sneered: "Do you think that a small leader of the Flying Bear tribe can have such abilities? If he could see the moon in the mirror, he would have made a fortune by now. Why would he wait until now to be promoted by the seventh? And if it was Dazan, he would have sent the person in the painting to deliver the letter as soon as he left? Wouldn't that be a self-inflicted move?"

Jiaji thought for a while, and felt that what his king said was reasonable, so he ordered his subordinates to investigate the origin of the letter.

At this time, Hai Bulu suddenly reminded: "The fact that someone came to deliver the letter today must not be leaked out. The person you send to investigate this matter must be a trusted confidant! In addition, let the news out, just say that Dazan is with you today. You talk about Shenghuan, don’t need to say much about the rest, let others guess for themselves. Although we can’t kill Dazan for the time being, it is still possible to put some eye drops between him and Lao Qi. The old seven are suspicious of each other, dog eats dog."

Jiaji bowed and replied, "Your Majesty is wise, I'll do it right away."

He left with the dead men under his command.

After these people had left, Hai Bulu took out the letter again.

The letter was written in unrecognizable handwriting, and there were two simple lines:

"The death of the former king is strange."

"Rikander was taken away by demons."