Chapter 674

But this was just the basic appetizer.

Subsequently, the subordinate's hands changed into professional tools.

Ying Mo lowered his eyes slightly and gently blew on the tea in his cup.

Since this person had fallen into his hands, he had to learn something.

Even the toughest mouth would still have a day when it would be pried open.

And the dungeon Ying Mo had built was specifically for opening these tough mouths.

As the tea in the cup gradually cooled, Ying Mo obtained what he wanted.

"Young Master, I have already asked."

Lu Li slowly walked in from outside, and as she moved, there was a faint smell of blood.

"Speak."

Closing the lid, he placed the teacup on the table.

"It is indeed as the Young Master thought; the Confucian school is widely distributed."

"If we had acted rashly before, we would have definitely alerted them and let more people hide in the shadows."

Lu Li said.

This person was indeed, as he said, one of the peripheral members of the Confucian school.

But what he knew was by no means little.

"According to his confession, some are officials in Great Qin, while others are hidden in the markets and mountains."

……

……

…….

313. Creating Accidents, the Thoughts of the Eastern Emperor! (Please subscribe!)

"And the faction managed by Fu Nian is the part that serves as officials in Great Qin."

"The other hidden faction is managed by Yan Lu, but Yan Lu almost never appears in Xianyang City."

Lu Li said.

"Yan Lu?"

Ying Mo repeated the name.

"That's right, this person is one of the three Confucian masters, the second disciple of the Confucian school."

Lu Li nodded.

"Can you find out the whereabouts of this person?"

Ying Mo then said.

"This person almost never appears in Xianyang City, and not many people know what he looks like."

"The Heavenly Secret Pavilion seemed to have some clues about him before, but now this person seems to have hidden himself again."

Lu Li shook her head.

Perhaps as early as when that incident happened back then, the Confucian school had already made such plans.

Back then, the three Confucian masters were the elite figures in Xianyang City.

But why did Yan Lu suddenly leave Xianyang City five years ago and never return?

This matter was suspicious.

"Investigate Yan Lu's whereabouts immediately."

Ying Mo's eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed in his gaze.

He hadn't noticed it before, but now that he was investigating seriously, he found flaws everywhere.

He must find Yan Lu and the power managed by Yan Lu.

"Make a list of the power managed by Fu Nian."

"Then send people to create accidents and eliminate these people one by one."

Ying Mo then said.

Regardless of whether that Yan Lu wanted to hide himself or what.

He would not let this person hide safely in the mountains.

If the Confucian school's status in Xianyang City was challenged.

Or if these two brothers were threatened.

He didn't believe that this Yan Lu would be able to continue staying outside.

"Yes, Young Master."

Lu Li immediately understood Ying Mo's meaning.

And the previous spy slowly took his last breath.

……

In the dungeon,

Xiao Meng was hugging her legs, curled up in the corner of the dungeon.

She naturally heard the commotion outside.

She originally thought these people were coming back for her, but she didn't expect them to take away another person.

When the whole dungeon returned to silence, she waited a long time but did not see that person return.

Immediately, Xiao Meng had the answer in her heart.

That person was already dead.

Only dead people didn't need to come back.

Fear began to spread.

Panic appeared in the depths of Xiao Meng's eyes.

She understood the terror of that person better than anyone else.

Everyone who had witnessed that person's terrifying strength was dead.

They had clearly escaped, clearly changed their faces and identities.

Why did they still fall into this person's hands?

Xiao Meng's hand unconsciously touched her face.

That was an extremely unfamiliar face.

But this unfamiliar face had brought her a brand-new identity.

And now everything was useless.

"Why can't I still escape?"

"Why?"

Xiao Meng couldn't help but smash the wall hard.

The force was so great that blood appeared on her palm.

Yet she seemed unable to feel the pain.

"You are the disciple of Bei Mingzi, Xiao Meng."

A voice suddenly sounded, seeming to echo in Xiao Meng's ears.

Hearing this voice suddenly, a look of vigilance immediately appeared on Xiao Meng's face.

"Who are you?"

Her voice was not loud.

Because once she made a sound here, she would soon attract the people around.

So Xiao Meng tried hard to suppress her voice.

Not letting the people outside hear her movements.

"Very good, Miss."

"As for who I am?"

"You can identify me as your Master's savior."

"If it weren't for me, I'm afraid your Master would have already died at the hands of the ghost."

That voice continued to say.