"Speak quickly, tell me carefully!" Gu Beichuan has been hunted for so many days, and now that he finally has news about the other party, he is inevitably a little impatient.
Lin Fu also understood and immediately spoke eloquently.
"The first thing I want to tell you is good news. There is no court dispute in this matter. Those people are the Beiyan spies!"
When Gu Beichuan heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as it is not related to factional disputes in the court, the Imperial City Division is his biggest support.
If the killer organization comes to cause trouble next time, Lin Fu will definitely be willing to cooperate with him to boost performance.
"But there is also bad news. The people who killed you are Beiyan's leading assassin organization."
"The kind that takes orders directly from the imperial court!"
As soon as the smile appeared on Gu Beichuan's face, he immediately froze and then slowly faded away.
What is the concept of an assassin organization that can directly take orders from the imperial court?
No wonder they can dispatch so many experts without blinking an eye. Their status in Beiyan is probably comparable to that of the Imperial City Division.
Being targeted by such a killer organization is really not good news.
"Can you finish what you have to say in one breath?" Gu Beichuan asked angrily.
"Ahem, cough, cough, don't be impatient."
"This killer organization is called Xi Ling Lou, and all its members are martial arts masters selected from among the people."
"It's worth mentioning that once you join the Opera House, you have to wear a special mask."
"It means becoming an actor and singing on stage."
"It's just that the audience they are singing to is not the audience, but the King of Hell."
"That's why the people of Beiyan call this type of assassin: fortune teller!"
"The fortune teller is divided into three levels: brass, silver, and gold, which respectively correspond to the three realms of internal strength, true energy, and gang energy."
"You should be lucky that the person who is besieging you is not the Golden Fortune Teller, otherwise... I'm afraid it would be more misfortune than anything else."
Hearing this, Gu Beichuan raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: How do you know there is no golden fortune teller surrounding me?
But...it's really not a siege.
"Other than that? What other news?"
"Why did they attack me?"
Only then did Lin Fu have time to pick up the tea cup, moisten his throat with good tea, and continued with a hint of joking in his tone: "Does that need to be said?"
"I work for the Northern Yan royal family and travel thousands of miles across the Yayu Mountains covered with ice and snow all year round. Isn't it just to disturb my work?"
"Princess Anyang and Marquis Fengche are both very important figures in our work, and they were both saved by you."
"Can people not target you?"
When Gu Beichuan heard this, the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched.
It was a duty-bound act to save Zhirou. She had sacrificed her life to save Gu Beichuan. If he didn't save her, Gu Beichuan would be uneasy, fearing that he would not be able to raise his head as a human being for the rest of his life.
As for rescuing Che Zihou, on the one hand, I admire the reputation of the former champion Hou.
After all, he is the descendant of a legend, so he can't just die like this no matter what.
On the other hand, it was purely a favor sold to the brother.
Who would have thought that he would almost get involved in this favor?
Fortunately, we have figured out the origin and motivation of the other party.
In the end, it's much better than being confused at the beginning.
"Is there any way to avoid them?" The Imperial City Secretary has a keen eye for information and is very good at dealing with Beiyan spies. He should be able to find some way, and Gu Beichuan hopes for this.
Unfortunately, the response received was not satisfactory.
"Avoid them? Aren't you doing a good job recently? If you don't go out the door or take a step toward the second door, no matter how brave they are, they won't dare to kill you in the busy city."
When Gu Beichuan heard this, he was immediately speechless, and then told the truth about how he had been targeted a few days ago, and had no choice but to go to the mall to take refuge, and used the crowd to force the other party to retreat.
When Lin Fu heard this, he frowned immediately.
To be honest, this is a bit beyond his understanding.
People who are Beiyan spies, don't care whether they are Xi Linglou or not. He has always been a rat in the gutter, hiding from the light of day.
This was the first time that he wanted to kill someone so blatantly.
But when I thought about the number of people they had lost on Gu Beichuan, I suddenly felt that it was normal.
"It seems they have a lot of resentment towards you." Lin Fu said with a hint of joking in his tone.
Gu Beichuan felt bored and could only say angrily: "What time has it been? Can you give me some useful tips?"
Lin Fu chuckled twice, then restrained himself and analyzed seriously: "Although there are countless masters in Xi Ling Lou, transporting people from Beiyan across the Yayu Mountains to Qiandu is as difficult as climbing to the sky!"
"They have lost so many people on you and suffered such a big setback. It is inevitable that they will feel resentful and unconvinced, and want to get the situation back."
"But fortunately, their target is not you, but Feng Chezihou."
"So as long as you hide it for a little longer, their attention will be diverted."
When Gu Beichuan heard this, he frowned immediately.
"Aren't you putting your life and death on others? They are a killer organization. They kill without blinking an eye and are moody. If you don't divert attention, just let me go to hell. Aren't I a loser?"
"That's great! You can just share the pressure with Feng Chezihou."
Gan!
Hearing this, Gu Beichuan raised the boiling tea and was about to pour it on Lin Fu's face.
"Hey, hey, calm down, calm down. I'm from the Imperial City Division, and I have to think from the perspective of Da Qian in everything. It's normal to say this." Lin Fu hurriedly apologized.
"But as a friend, I can give you some advice."
"What?"
"Enter the officialdom and become an official, or seek a title."
"Official positions and titles, no matter how big or small, just have them."
"What's the point of this?" Gu Beichuan frowned. He had always avoided intrigues and flattery in official circles.
"The laws of Daqian are extremely strict with officials and nobles. If there is an abnormal death, the Imperial City Department will definitely investigate to the end."
"So Xi Ling Lou has been active in Qiandu for many years, but it's not like he has never killed a nobleman or official."
Gu Beichuan understood: "So, this official status or noble status is a life-saving talisman facing the Opera House?"
When Lin Fu heard this, he shook his head: "The Imperial City Division is their life-saving talisman. The Opera House... is just a rat in the gutter. How can it be praised like this?"
When Gu Beichuan heard this, he felt helpless. You have to argue with me about this.
At the same time, as my thoughts were swirling, many things became clear.
No wonder that even if Anyang was seriously injured and dying, Xi Linglou didn't dare to come to make up for it.
Instead, he waited for her to die of poison.
No wonder Xi Linglou only dared to ambush Huo Qiji on the way to Huo Mansion for treatment, but did not dare to attack Huo Qiji directly.
Emotions have this layer of relationship in them.
Good guy, emotions have been going on for a long time, but in the end, you still have to find an official position.
This is not only inconsistent with his original intention, it is simply the opposite!
For a moment, Gu Beichuan felt quite tired.
