Mr. Huo suddenly turned around and found an embroidered garment messenger sitting on the window sill. The style of the garment was obviously different from other embroidered garments. If you look closely, the pattern on it turned out to be dark gold.
"Gold Medal Embroidered Clothes!" Mr. Huo's pupils shrank sharply. With his status, he naturally knows the prestige of Gold Medal Embroidered Clothes.
"I came to you this time to ask you a few questions, and I hope you will cooperate." Zu An seemed to be talking about an ordinary thing.
Mr. Huo was happy: "You ask me and I have to answer it?"
If ordinary people are indeed afraid of the Messenger of Embroidered Clothes, but he is destined to wander on the edge of darkness, and with the support of King Yan, how can they be afraid?
"This is just to inform you that you have no right to refuse." Zu An looked at the other embroidered messengers. At this time, their expressions kept changing, but except for being comatose, everything else was normal. They seemed to be dreaming, and it was also a nightmare. .
Mr. Huo laughed, as if he had heard some big joke: "You should have just taken action with them. Maybe I might have fallen into trouble."
Now one-on-one, he is not afraid of anyone, not to mention that the guy in front of him doesn't seem to have much energy fluctuations, and he should be weak even in the gold medal embroidered clothes.
"It's not necessary." Zu An said lightly. In fact, he mainly wanted to experience the opponent's mental attack, so as not to encounter an expert in this area in the future. In addition, he wanted to know whether the opponent had the ability to subdue the gold medal winner. seven.
"Arrogant!" As soon as Mr. Huo finished speaking, the pattern on his forehead suddenly came alive, forming a vertical eye, looking at Zu An with a strange light.
Zu An only felt that his eyes were blurred. The surroundings were no longer the quaint environment of Ruyifang. Instead, they were surrounded by high-rise buildings. There were various types of cars on the road. From time to time, subways and light rails drove by in the distance.
Pedestrians rub shoulders with each other, women dress cool and fashionable, and men...well, don't pay much attention to dressing up.
Not far away, advertisements for various stars were displayed on the electronic screen of a shopping mall building in turn, and on it was his favorite Little Dragon Girl in his previous life...
This dream is really amazing, can you even create it?
Zu An sighed: "This world is really nostalgic. If I hadn't made preparations in advance, I might have been completely lost here."
As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his sword and swung it, and a sword energy filled the sky and slashed out. The whole world in front of him began to shatter, and then the antique Ruyifang reappeared in front of him.
At the same time, there was Mr. Huo's frightened eyes. He covered his eyes on his forehead, blood flowed out from between his fingers, and pointed at Zu An with his other hand tremblingly: "You...who are you?"
The power of the sword just now directly destroyed the dream he created. What kind of cultivation is this? When did the gold medal embroidered clothes have such ability?
Zu An directly flicked his fingers and hit Mr. Huo with several blasts of energy, completely restraining him: "I'm asking you now."
Mr. Huo's eyes rolled sharply: "I'm afraid this gentleman has some misunderstandings. I am a guest of Prince Yan's residence. I usually abide by the law and have not done anything bad."
"Don't use King Yan to pressure me." Zu An glanced at him lightly, his eyes so sharp that it stung his eyes.
Mr. Huo's heart trembled. The person in front of him was really unfathomable: "I don't know what this gentleman wants to ask? I... I must know everything and tell you everything."
Zu An smiled: "I still like your unruly look just now."
Mr. Huo hurriedly apologized and said, "How dare I be so unruly in front of adults?"
"How did the seventh gold medalist die?" Zu An suddenly said.
Mr. Huo was startled for a moment, then his face changed slightly, and then he said, "I'm curious too. In fact, it's not just me, even the prince is also curious and has been trying to find out how the seventh gold medalist died."
Zu An's face darkened: "It seems that you won't shed tears until you see the coffin."
Mr. Huo said hurriedly: "Sir, I really didn't lie to you."
"If you don't tell me, I will torture you." Zu An said coldly.
"What did you tell me to say?" Mr. Huo was about to cry but had no tears. At the same time, he quietly looked around with his eyes. Apparently, he felt that there were no instruments of torture in this environment.
Zu An didn't waste any time and directly used a library of experience cards on him.
The thing that stabs you in the back is not necessarily the knife, the heart-wrenching wailing is not necessarily the pain, the shoulder is not necessarily the responsibility, the mouth is not necessarily the lesson! It is effective for males, let them take on the perspective of females who have been bullied, shouting one library, one library, no sexual experience...
The Embroidered Clothes Messenger's interrogation was more professional, but it was too late to go back at this time, and there was no guarantee that there was an informant planted by King Yan over there.
As for this old man, he deserves it. He has that special hobby, so let him have a taste of being bullied.
"Ah!" Mr. Huo screamed, and in his mind, several burly men suddenly appeared, pressing his hands one by one, and then pulled off his pants...
"One bank, one bank!"
It didn't take long for Mr. Huo on the ground to tremble all over and utter various words of unknown meaning in his mouth.
Zu An was stunned, is this guy so careless? What happened so quickly?
So he put away his skills and looked at the old man curled up in a ball on the ground: "Can you say it now?"
Mr. Huo touched his butt tremblingly, and then hurriedly retracted his hand as if he had been burned. There was also an abnormal flush on his face: "Sir, I really didn't lie to you."
Zu An sighed: "It seems you haven't had enough yet."
So a library of experience cards was launched again.
"No!"
Another scream.
Zu An took a look and found it really annoying, so he ran to the window to get some fresh air. After a while, he asked again: "Can you talk now?"
"I don't know what to say."
"A library of experience cards!"
…
After a while, Zu An asked again: "What now?"
"Don't say it, definitely don't say it!" I never expected that Mr. Huo's attitude would get tougher and tougher, "Come back if you have the ability!"
Zu An's expression suddenly became extremely strange. Looking at this guy's expression of gradually enjoying himself, was he trying to hold on, or was he here to find someone?
Thinking of what he did to those little girls on weekdays, a look of disgust flashed across Zu An's face.
Instead of releasing the experience card, he raised his hand, and a small black hole appeared in the palm of his hand: "Last chance, if you don't tell me, I will drain all your energy and throw you into the street."
Feeling the suction in his palm, a trace of fear flashed across Mr. Huo's face: "I say, I say!"
In this world, nothing is more important than cultivation. Cultivation has its own golden house, and cultivation has its own beauty like jade...
Once he becomes a useless person, King Yan will definitely abandon him. Coupled with the enemies he has made over the years, life will be worse than death.
More importantly, after a person has tasted the scenery on the top of the mountain, he no longer wants to stay at the foot of the mountain.
Seeing the other party staring at him coldly, Mr. Huo swallowed his saliva and said quickly: "Gold Medal No. 7 is investigating the military supplies of Prince Yan. Prince Yan can't wait to get rid of him."
"Prince Yan's military supplies?" Zu An was shocked. No wonder the seventh gold medal was so dignified back then. It was related to the vassal king. He didn't dare to report it casually without evidence. "Be more specific!"
Once he spoke, Mr. Huo no longer had the scruples he had before: "In recent years, King Yan has secretly raised some private soldiers and networked with many masters. In order to do this, he needs to spend a lot of money, so he secretly does business with the demon clan. , smuggling the military supplies of the imperial court and some controlled items to the Monster Clan, making money and precious ores, medicinal materials, etc. from the Monster Clan. Some time ago, Gold Medal No. 7 seemed to have found some clues. King Yan was furious about this in private, saying We must get rid of him.”
Zu An suddenly realized that when he was in Yunzhong County, he found out that King Yan was in the Pegasus Chamber of Commerce.
Now based on various intelligence, the relevant smuggling industry in Yunzhong County at that time was all related to King Qi. King Yan wanted to use the knife to kill people, squeeze out King Qi's power, and replace him. However, he was about to succeed, and was defeated by himself. It was ruined. No wonder he hates me so much.
As for Gold Medal Seventh, it must be horrifying to find out these things. After all, the vassal king has connections with foreign countries and raises private soldiers. He is clearly suspected of preparing for rebellion, so he dare not speak out until he has found evidence. Otherwise, he will be accused of falsely accusing the vassal king. The catastrophe of confiscating the family and exterminating the clan.
It's a pity that I never expected that King Yan would strike first!
"How many private soldiers does King Yan have?" Zu An continued to ask.
Mr. Huo shook his head: "I don't know. These are top secrets. I, a guest, don't have much access to the information."
"Is it true that I don't know, or do I pretend that I don't know?" Zu An used the Taotie Devouring Heaven Technique and came to his head.
Feeling that his cultivation level was about to burst out of his body, Mr. Huo was horrified: "I really don't know, but I know that King Yan has an account book, which contains records of smuggling with the demon clan and some related personnel registration records."
"Where are the account books?"
"There is a secret room behind King Yan's study. There are many traps inside, but no outsider can get it."
