Chapter 390

After sweeping through a bunch of cannon-fodder Mohist disciples, finally, in a corridor built on a cliff, the four of them encountered a heavyweight character.

Mohist commander, Xu Fuzi!

After learning that Jing Ke had appeared in the Mechanical City, Xu Fuzi brought some Mohist disciples over.

After seeing Jing Ke among the four, Xu Fuzi's voice was cold and very angry, "Jing Ke, you let my mother down!"

For the sake of the assassination of Qin, his mother cast swords day and night, and the moment the sword was completed, she finally fell and died.

If Jing Ke had completed the assassination of Qin, it would have been fine; then his mother could be considered to have died for a worthy cause. As a result, after arriving in Xianyang, Jing Ke not only did not carry out the assassination of Qin, but on the contrary, gave the Canhong sword to Ying Zheng as a gift.

After knowing this, Xu Fuzi couldn't be more angry.

"Xu Fuzi..."

Jing Ke spoke, about to explain to Xu Fuzi.

The Six-Fingered Black Hero stepped forward, looked at Xu Fuzi and said: "Old Xu, the one who truly let your mother down is not Jing Ke, but Yan Dan!"

Xu Fuzi then looked at the Six-Fingered Black Hero, "Who are you? How dare you disguise yourself as the former leader of our Mohist School?"

"Even you think I'm disguised, a fake Six-Fingered Black Hero?" The Six-Fingered Black Hero sighed, and then casually mentioned a few small things.

Xu Fuzi didn't care at first, like those Mohist disciples, thinking that this Six-Fingered Black Hero was disguised by someone else, but when these small things really fell into his ears, his expression couldn't help but change drastically.

Just because these small things were secrets between him and the Six-Fingered Black Hero.

The Xu family had cast swords for the Mohist School for generations, and the Six-Fingered Black Hero was about the same age as him, and the two had known each other for a long time, and could be considered old friends for many years.

Among them, some things from their youth were known only to the two of them.

"Commander Xu, do you want us to take action and capture these people?"

Beside Xu Fuzi, a Mohist disciple asked him.

If it were before, Xu Fuzi would definitely have responded "Yes" without hesitation!

But now, after listening to the small stories told by the Six-Fingered Black Hero, he fell silent, as if he hadn't heard the words of the Mohist disciple beside him. The Mohist disciples beside him looked at each other, somewhat puzzled, not understanding why Xu Fuzi had become like this.

After a while, they found that Xu Fuzi's body was trembling slightly. He looked at the fake Six-Fingered Black Hero in front of him, and an unbelievable look appeared in his eyes, "How could..."

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The Six-Fingered Black Hero knew what Xu Fuzi wanted to ask, "Although it is unbelievable, I really didn't die!"

"If you want to know the truth, you just need to dig up my grave and check that corpse, and you will know!"

The Six-Fingered Black Hero said.

Xu Fuzi was a smart man and immediately guessed a possibility, that is, the corpse might be fake.

This answer, although unbelievable, was the only explanation.

At the same time, the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible.

Since the person in front of him could be the Six-Fingered Black Hero they were disguised as, then, conversely, the corpse could also be disguised.

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The world is big, and there are all kinds of wonders. There are always some disguise and makeup techniques that exceed ordinary people's imagination.

Xu Fuzi took a deep breath.

Through those stories, he gradually accepted the fact.

Afterward, he gave an answer that shocked the surrounding Mohist disciples, "Don't take action, he is the real Six-Fingered Leader!"

"How could it be? The Six-Fingered Leader is clearly already?"

The Mohist disciples were shocked by this.

The Six-Fingered Black Hero looked at their shock and said calmly: "I will give you an answer to this matter."

His gaze fell on Xu Fuzi again, "Old Xu, I need to see the other Mohist commanders!"

Xu Fuzi nodded and said: "This is as it should be."

It was indeed necessary to summon the other Mohist commanders to hold a meeting. The resurrection of the Six-Fingered Black Hero was too shocking. It was necessary to gather everyone together, and then ask for the reason clearly to understand what was going on.

Because of Xu Fuzi's guarantee, the surrounding Mohist disciples, although suspicious in their hearts, were hindered by Xu Fuzi, a Mohist commander, and ultimately did not continue to attack Su Xuan and the others. This made Su Xuan a little depressed. He had originally prepared to sweep the Mohist Mechanical City alone, but now it seemed there was no such opportunity.

Following Xu Fuzi toward the central hall of the Mohist School, the eyes of many Mohist disciples kept sweeping over the four of Su Xuan. They were puzzled.