"Some say he is dead, some say he was arrested and secretly imprisoned... Who knows," Zhang Jie smiled sarcastically, "What's more, even if the emperor's grandson is still alive, will he be able to make any big splash?"
Zu An agreed with this judgment. Now that the Zhou Dynasty has long been stable, and with the existence of Zhao Hao, who is willing to sacrifice his life for an inexplicable grandson of the former dynasty.
He suddenly realized something was wrong: "Aren't you a remnant of the previous dynasty?"
"Remnants of the previous dynasty?" Zhang Jie sneered, "Those guys with brain problems, who has anything to do with them."
"Then you have been chatting with the grandson of the previous dynasty for so long? Why did you take such a big risk?" Although Zu An's tone was not kind, he solved a lot of doubts in his heart. Before this, he had almost no way to learn the secrets of the previous dynasty. pungent.
"I've told you, of course, to repay Brother Zhang's kindness back then." Zhang Jie said calmly.
"No," Zu An said coldly, "You can become a frontier official like the prefect of Yi County. You are used to the intrigues in the officialdom. It is absolutely impossible for you to retain the original intention of your youth. No matter how much Zhang Zhiquan had a great interest in you. Well, you are already doing your best to take care of his orphan in private, and you cannot take such a big risk to deal with a vassal king."
Although King Yan belongs to the royal family, he is not Zhao Hao's direct lineage, but his cousin. It is impossible to find him for revenge.
After he finished speaking, he paused and added: "What's more, you just thought about killing her. This is definitely not to repay the favor."
Zhang Zitong looked at Zhang Jie with some fear after hearing this. She just wanted revenge and didn't think about it, or didn't want to think about it. Now that her revenge has been avenged, something is really wrong when she is reminded of it again.
Zhang Jie smiled: "You are very smart, almost the smartest embroidered messenger I have ever seen. But since you are so smart, then think about it, why do I have to tell you so much?"
"Delaying time..." Zu An naturally knew his intention, but he was confident enough and wanted to get enough information from him, so he cooperated with him in playing this game.
Halfway through, his expression suddenly changed, because the other party's temperament gradually began to become weird.
The candles in the whole room flickered on and off. The candles were still burning, but the whole room suddenly became dark.
It was as if the light had been sucked away by something, and the shadows in the room seemed to be rushing towards Zhang Jie like living creatures.
Suddenly something moved in his mind: "You are the wizard who killed the seventh gold medalist!"
I had inspected the body of the seventh gold medalist before and found that his cultivation level was not low. Coupled with the various equipment blessings of the Embroidered Clothes Messenger, he would be able to fight even if he encountered a grandmaster.
But there was no trace of resistance on his body, as if he had died in his sleep.
At first, I thought the murderer was Mr. Huo from Prince Yan’s Mansion, but although Mr. Huo’s cultivation was not bad, Gold Medal Seventh had been investigating Prince Yan’s Mansion, so it was impossible for him to be unprepared for the famous enshrinement of Prince Yan’s Mansion, and Mr. Huo’s cultivation was not that good. Not high enough.
So he has always been curious about who the mysterious wizard master is, and now he seems to have the answer.
But he didn't understand: "You are a wizard, how can you hide it from the imperial court?"
For a high official like this, the court's review must be a top priority. There is no way he didn't know his identity as a wizard before.
Zhang Jie laughed out loud: "I'm not a wizard, but I just happened to have learned a technique that allows me to ask a wizard to apply to me and gain the same abilities as a wizard. The only drawback is that this process takes time."
The reason why he didn't use the wizard's power to kill Zhang Zitong before was mainly because he was afraid that the Xiuyi Messenger would find out that the real culprit of the whole case was still at large, but now he doesn't have to worry so much.
As he spoke, his eyes began to turn as dark as ink: "Since I can kill the seventh gold medalist, I can naturally kill the other gold medal Xiuyi."
Zu An thought what the hell was this asking a wizard to do? Why are there so many weird methods in this world?
But he didn't hesitate any longer, because he already felt that the other party had the ability to threaten him.
Without seeing any movement from him, the Soul-Seducing Rope appeared in his hand and was drawn toward the opponent. The Soul-Seizing Rope was the standard weapon of the Embroidered Clothes Messenger, and it was also quite effective in restraining various abilities.
He didn't want to reveal his other identity, so he didn't use a sword.
Zhang Jie was obviously a little wary of the golden embroidered clothes' seductive rope. While dodging, his dark eyes stared directly at Zu An.
Zu An only felt that the air around him seemed to have become thicker, his eyelids became extra heavy, a heavy feeling of sleep came over him, and the hook that whizzed away also softened inexplicably.
With a bang, Zhang Zitong fell to the bed beside her. Although Zhang Jie's attack was not directed at her, the aftermath was enough for her to bear.
Zu An had the experience of fighting Mr. Huo before, so he closed his eyes instantly and summoned Bai Ming to counterattack.
Mental attacks often require mental counterattacks to be effective.
As expected, a look of pain appeared on Zhang Jie's face, and the hypnosis skills he used were also relaxed.
However, Zu An also felt uncomfortable. The other party's skill, which he didn't know whether to call hypnosis or dreaming, was too overbearing. Even if he closed his eyes, he would still be deeply affected by it.
Fortunately, with his previous experience against Mr. Huo and Bai Ming's counterattack, he would not fall asleep directly.
Mr. Huo got him into a dream last time. Although he finally saw through the falseness of the dream and woke up, this time he did not dare to risk going into the dream when facing the much stronger Zhang Jie. He might not be able to wake up from it, especially if the other party If he is still able to move after being hypnotized, it would be troublesome to directly give him a fatal blow.
At this moment, the door of the room was knocked open with a bang, and Xiao Jianren and several silver medal embroidered clothes rushed in.
It turned out that they heard the fighting, realized something was going on inside, and rushed to help.
But as soon as he entered the room, he felt that there seemed to be a pair of dark eyes in front of him. Xiao Jianren groaned and fell straight to the ground.
He was not good at fighting prowess, and during this period because of Zhang Zitong, his mood was ups and downs, and his mental strength was at a weak stage, so he was the first to be attacked.
The other silver medal embroidered man held on for a little longer and then collapsed.
Only the other two silver medals were also drowsy, but they still gritted their teeth and waved the hook to Zhang Jie.
Zhang Jie's main focus was on fighting against Zu An, and only a little bit of aftermath was used to deal with other people. These two people were able to become silver medal embroidered clothes. It can be said that they were determined and they survived.
At this time, Zhang Jie snorted coldly, and suddenly two more copper coins appeared in his hand and shot toward the two of them.
"Be careful!" Zu An noticed that the laws wrapped around the two copper coins seemed to be very strange, and he hurriedly warned.
But it was still too late. The two silver medals had already been swung out and hit the copper coins directly.
How could a copper coin withstand the all-out attack of Silver Medal Xiuyi?
The two copper coins were instantly torn apart by the seduction rope, but also torn apart at the same time were the two silver medal embroidered clothes.
The art of hating victory!
Some weird methods of wizards can often connect people's lives to some artifacts. Things can exist and people can survive, and things can perish.
Zu An's eyes turned red when he saw it. He never expected that the two silver medal embroiders would be implicated. To be honest, they were in such a hurry between the two places during this period, plus they were the seventh silver medal embroidered clothes belonging to the gold medal. So much so that he didn't even remember the other person's name.
I only remember that one of them was surnamed Yan and the other was Tao. They were usually just doing nothing, but at this time they were so brave and fearless in the face of a powerful enemy, and died in this unknown danger.
When Zhang Jie was distracted, the boundless viscous sleep finally loosened a little, and Zu An took action.
A bright sword light flashed through, dispersing the darkness in the entire room and illuminating the trace of fear that flashed in Zhang Jie's eyes.
He retreated violently, and then noticed something strange about his body. He was shocked to find that his entire right hand was gone, and was torn into pieces by the series of sword energy just now.
Zu An frowned. The opponent shouldn't have been able to dodge the sword just now. Why did he lose his right hand?
At this time, Zhang Jie's face was full of horror, and he no longer had the calmness he had just before. He knew very well that he had just walked through the gate of hell.
The substitute puppet he had refined in his arms had turned into powder. The original existence of the substitute puppet meant that he had an extra life, and his own body was absolutely safe.
I never expected that the opponent's sword was so powerful. It not only destroyed its stand-in puppet, but also had enough power to cut off one of his arms!
He didn't dare to neglect any more, and took out a straw mannequin with his left hand: "Blood debt must be paid with blood, and you can also taste the pain of a broken hand!"
While he was speaking, he had already twisted the right hand of the puppet and pulled it off.
At the same time, Zu An's right shoulder suddenly burst with blood, and his entire arm began to be ripped apart.
