The dark figure looks like a ghost, appearing and disappearing, erratic.
Behind him, Zuo Lin, who was wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat, stepped on a corpse in black, riding the waves and following him calmly.
"Superintendent Zhao." Cao Huaji stared at the dark figure approaching, his heart trembling wildly.
Eunuch Zhao was one of the four eunuchs in the former dynasty. Before and after Emperor Qian succeeded to the throne, he once controlled the government and had overwhelming power.
After Emperor Qian came to power, everyone thought that Supervisor Zhao would be liquidated. However, no one could have imagined that Supervisor Zhao could escape and retire to the imperial mausoleum to live out his days.
Now that he appeared here, Cao Huaji couldn't calm down.
"King Wu'an, do you want to watch our family die here?" A sharp and anxious voice sounded again.
Wu Jian, who was standing on the top of the huge wave, was very calm and said: "Supervisor Zhao is joking."
"Then why don't you come and save our family?" Superintendent Zhao almost roared, his voice was high-pitched and extremely harsh.
"Supervisor Zhao is still joking." Wu Jian remained calm and had no intention of taking action, "I am only a mere King Wu'an, how can I be qualified to save Supervisor Zhao?"
"You..." Supervisor Zhao was furious and rushed to the top of the circular ice platform.
"You're running too slow." A faint voice suddenly sounded.
Supervisor Zhao's expression changed.
The next moment, my chest hurt.
The dark tip of the knife drilled out of Superintendent Zhao's chest.
Supervisor Zhao's pupils shrank sharply and he glared at Wu Jian fiercely, "You...you..."
"Don't worry." Wu Jian comforted, "The one stabbed from behind may not be a knife."
"You..." Supervisor Zhao looked down tremblingly.
Li Su couldn't help but look up at Wu Jian.
What this man said was quite meaningful.
"You actually have suspicions?" Zuo Lin, who was standing behind Supervisor Zhao, saw Supervisor Zhao lowering his head and was speechless. "I am a swordsman. If I don't have to stab you with a knife, what else can I use?"
"Maybe it's a toothpick." Li Su muttered.
"Toothpick?" Wu Jian glanced at Li Su and smiled, "You look quite similar to Superintendent Zhao."
"What?" Li Su was stunned, and then his face turned a little dark, and he said with a smile on his face, "I think that you, King Wu'an, are more like Superintendent Zhao."
"Oh? Tell me, how do I look like him?" Wu Jian asked in surprise.
Li Su asked back: "Tell me first, how do I look like him?"
"You just mentioned toothpicks, which is very similar to him." Wu Jian said.
"Toothpick?" Li Su was startled and stared at Wu Jian. He felt that the toothpick that Wu Jian understood was definitely not the same as the 'toothpick' he said.
"In the previous dynasty, there was a general named Han who made great achievements in battle. The late emperor promised that he would not kill anyone who saw metal, fire, earth, or water..."
The painting saint standing next to Xiao Yuancheng flicked his beard and said, "I thought that with this promise, General Han would be able to sit back and relax without worrying about his superior achievements.
Who would have thought that Superintendent Zhao would be so ingenious that in order to get rid of General Han, he forged the Queen Mother's decree to recruit General Han into the palace, attacked General Han with a bamboo stick, and stabbed General Han to death from behind. "
"Uh..." Li Su blinked, feeling that this story was inexplicably familiar.
"You brat, stop talking nonsense." Zuo Lin glanced at Li Su. He had a strong hunch that the 'toothpick' this brat was talking about was definitely not the same thing as the toothpick that others understood.
"Okay, okay, it was you who stabbed the eunuch in the back, not me. I really shouldn't say more." Li Su nodded quickly.
Zuo Lin frowned and glared at Li Su coldly.
Li Su grinned and said no more.
"Brother Zuo, how about giving the old Tao some face?" the painting saint suddenly said.
Taihu Lake suddenly became silent.
Supervisor Zhao, who was still alive, had a hopeful look in his eyes.
"Are you in the same group with him?" Zuo Lin glanced sideways at the painting saint.
The painting saint brushed his beard and shook his head, "He is still alive, so he can deal with His Majesty the Emperor."
"You don't have to do anything." Zuo Lin sneered.
The painting sage smiled and said: "The old Taoist can run faster than you, you should understand this."
"How do I remember that you lost because you weren't fast enough?" Zuo Lin sneered.
The Painting Sage's face remained as usual, "Times have changed, and the old Taoist sincerely advises you to keep Superintendent Zhao alive for the time being."
Zuo Lin frowned.
"Lao Zuo, this old man is helping you." Li Su suddenly said.
"Huh?" Zuo Lin looked sideways.
The rest of the people also looked at Li Su.
Li Su explained: "You and Supervisor Zhao have different positions. If you stab him, he will only blame himself for his lack of strength, not you."
"Yes, yes," said Supervisor Zhao, his voice trembling slightly.
"Boy, do you know what you are talking about?" Zuo Lin was not angry.
Li Su continued: "Just now, Superintendent Zhao asked King Wu'an for help, but King Wu'an not only failed to save him, but also made sarcastic remarks.
After Superintendent Zhao escapes from trouble, he must hate King Wu'an the most. If there is a chance in the future, he will definitely blow some wind in His Majesty's ears. If he doesn't protect him, King Wu'an's entire family will be destroyed one day.
This old man must have seen this, and then he expressed his intention to save Superintendent Zhao. "
"..."
After the words fell, everyone fell silent.
Sow discord.
Naked sowing discord.
Everyone present understood it.
Zuo Lin, Tian Qi, Zi Ying, Gu Qingyan, and even Xiao Yuancheng and Cao Huaji all had strange eyes flashing.
Inspector Zhao's pale face froze.
He really wanted to chop Wu'an Wang Wujian alive, but he only thought about it temporarily. Now that he was stabbed and his life was beyond his control, how could he dare to think about revenge?
The hand that draws the saint's whisker is slightly stiff.
Did the old Taoist want to save Inspector Zhao in order to murder King Wu Jian of Wu'an?
Why don't I know this?
The face of the painted saint is a bit dark.
"Painting Saint." Wu Jian whispered, "Are you running fast?"
The Painting Saint's expression froze and he shook his head, "It's just the old Taoist who talks too much."
"You are indeed a talkative." Wu Jian was not polite, "If you disturb the morale of the army before the battle, if you are on the battlefield, even if you have three legs, I will not be polite to you."
The painting saint smiled and said nothing more, and there was no need to say anything more.
He had already said what needed to be said just now.
He believed that Zuo Lin could understand what he meant.
"If I had known, I should have just cut you with a knife." Zuo Lin whispered, and slowly drew out the long knife.
He did understand what the Painting Saint meant:
By leaving Superintendent Zhao behind, Painting Saint can give up the pursuit of Tian Qi and Ziying on the grounds of taking care of Superintendent Zhao.
Zuo Lin chose to believe in the painting saint.
Supervisor Zhao flew off the ice platform and landed in front of the Painting Saint.
"Thank you." The painting saint thanked him.
Zuo Lin ignored the painting saint and raised his eyes to look at Wu Jian with deep eyes.
The surroundings were completely quiet.
"I have to say, you are indeed very strong." Zuo Lin said slowly.
Wu Jian said: "I know you have been waiting to fight with me."
Zuo Lin smiled lightly and said: "I have been thinking, five years ago, when Senior Brother stopped me, was it to save me or to save you."
"Then do you know what I was thinking at that time?" Wu Jian asked.
Zuo Lin hummed: "I only know that you were a coward at that time."
"I was thinking how great it would be if he wasn't my father." Wu Jian put his hands behind his back and sighed with emotion, "That way, I can catch you all in one fell swoop."
