"Then kill him."
Listening to this tone without hesitation, young Yansheng also showed a strange look in his eyes.
But as Ye Xingchen said, with Senior Shen Yu's temperament, he would only choose the simplest method.
But the problem is...
Yan Sheng said helplessly: "Those responsible for guarding the wasteland are the elites of our Yaoli tribe. They have only obeyed the instructions of the Yaoli tribe leaders from birth. They recognize the token but not the person. They are really innocent."
Shen Yu looked at the lake in the distance, shook his head and said, "I'm not talking about them."
As soon as he finished speaking, the air suddenly became quiet.
The old man who had been standing behind Yan Sheng from the beginning to the end had his eyelids twitching subconsciously, and his whole body felt inexplicably cold.
Yes.
Shen Yu was not talking about those people.
He was talking about the middle-aged man he saw earlier, who was Yan Sheng's uncle and the current leader of the Yaoli tribe.
Yan Sheng was stunned for a moment, then his pupils couldn't help but shrink, with some unnaturalness and reluctance on his face, and he murmured: "Why, if this happens, the entire Xi clan will be shaken, and there will definitely be chaos."
"Perhaps one will not die."
Shen Yu didn't look at him and said calmly: "But if he is really dead, of course he won't."
Except for Yansa, only Yansheng is the only one of the Yaoli tribe who is qualified to inherit the position of leader. If Yansa dies, no matter what, Yansheng will naturally be the only heir. No matter how aggrieved the other tribesmen who support Yansa are, They can only hold it in obediently.
The reason is very simple.
From ancient times to the present, this is true for any change of power, even the throne.
Of the two princes who have the right to inherit, if the emperor kills one on his deathbed, the other will naturally ascend to the throne. This is the so-called general trend.
This was the case with the killing of Yansa. There was no conspiracy, it was just an upright conspiracy.
If you can catch it, you will dominate the country. If you can't catch it, you will die.
From birth to entering the world, Shen Yu learned to seriously think about these problems in the world, but the solutions are still the simplest or crudest.
Of course, the simpler methods are the most effective in ninety-nine percent of the world's problems.
Yan Sheng couldn't bear it and said, "He is my biological uncle after all, not to mention he didn't do anything to me after I returned to my clan."
Looking at the young man's simple and immature face, Shen Yu said nothing.
It's not that I was moved by the so-called family affection or anything else, it just felt too childish.
If Yansa really just wanted to deal with you, you would have died a hundred times, how could you wait until now?
But these words just flashed through his mind.
That person is going to die anyway.
Shen Yu turned around, shook his head and said, "Take me to see the people who were poisoned."
A simple attic heavily guarded by guards.
In the room on the second floor lay two old men with black bodies, dying, and even emitting a faint stench. They still frowned in sleep, seeming to be in great pain.
Yan Sheng said helplessly: "Uncle Liu and Uncle Yu suddenly behaved like this a few days ago, but no one in the clan could find out what kind of poison they were hit with, let alone the antidote."
Shen Yu stood beside the bed and took a look.
A wisp of ethereal green energy penetrated into the two people's bodies, and after a moment it came out through the closed mouth and disappeared in mid-air.
Shen Yu shook his head and said, "It's not poison, it's poison."
Yan Sheng was stunned and said: "Gu?"
Shen Yu nodded and said: "There is something more difficult to deal with than poison. The easiest way is to kill the person who planted the poison, and it will naturally be cured."
"It must have been done by those bastards from Yansa who deceived the master and destroyed the ancestors! Seeing that the young master is about to ascend the throne, he used such a despicable method!" The old man beside him was furious.
Yan Sheng whispered to Shen Yu, "This is Uncle Fang. He, Uncle Liu and Uncle Yu are all respected elders in the clan, and they have a very good relationship with each other."
Shen Yu didn’t
Talking, I don’t know what I’m thinking.
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"Leader, according to the latest information, a Dao Sect disciple came here and rushed directly to Young Master Yan Sheng. He is probably already meeting him at this moment."
Across the most imposing tall building near the lake, Yan Sa was sitting in the courtyard. Not far away, an extremely powerful black tiger was crawling on the ground, with two huge fangs protruding from its mouth, full of momentum.
Hearing the news, Yan Sa slowly narrowed his eyes.
"Chief, I still think you are a little too hesitant on this matter."
There were two confidants who had been with him for many years standing respectfully in front. One of them couldn't help but said: "Although Yan Sheng is your nephew, I should have killed this kid secretly before. Now if someone from Dao Zong is behind it, If you force yourself to support you, you really won’t be able to kill even if you want to.”
The other person was silent for a while and then said: "The people of Dao Zong have always been decisive in killing. I am afraid that they will not be able to wait and strike first to gain the upper hand. When the time comes..."
Yan Sa looks like a rough middle-aged man, but that's just his appearance. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to successfully take over the entire Yao tribe. Only those who have lost their lives under him know the unfathomable side of this man's heart. .
"I have my own plans for this matter, please step back first."
After waving his hand, Yan Sa stood up and walked towards the highest point of the tall building.
Arriving at the top floor, a man wearing green clothes and a mask was standing in the highest pavilion admiring the view. His whole person did not exude any vitality.
Logically speaking, Yan Sa is a well-known figure in the entire Yao Li tribe, but when he saw this person, Yan Sa's eyes turned to respect and fear. He bent down slightly and said softly: "Senior, that person has already arrived. Yes, everything is going according to plan.”
The man in green didn't turn around, but said indifferently: "Have you done all the things I asked you to do?"
Yan Sa nodded and said: "The formations with a radius of thousands of miles are all activated silently. No one can easily come in within a short period of time."
The man in green rubbed his hands gently and said with a smile: "Well done, then continue as planned and don't cause any complications."
Yan Sa hesitated for a while and asked: "If we really take action, what will happen to Daozong in the future..."
The man in Tsing Yi smiled and said: "One person ascends to heaven, and the whole clan huddles in such a desolate place outside the Great Wall. How do you, Yansa, choose?"
Yan Sa's expression changed suddenly, then became firm again, and said word by word: "Junior...understand!"
The man in green waved his hand casually, and after Yan Sa respectfully left, he slowly removed the cover on his face, revealing an extremely handsome face.
His face gives people an extremely chic feeling, just like the poem he wrote in the imperial capital back then.
This kind of man is hard to find in the world.
Unless his name is Li Qinglian.
Li Qinglian, an abandoned disciple of the academy.
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