Chapter 1001 The only Way Is for You to Die

"Before that, Mr. Fuchen, can you answer some questions for me?" Mu Jin still smiled, her smile was spotless, her dark eyes were elegant and noble, but there was an aura in her smile that could not be ignored.

"You say? But I don't have much time left for you." Fuchen stretched out his hand and gently smoothed the black hair hanging in front of his forehead.

"Does our heart have to be taken out during the sacrifice?" Mu Jin raised her head slightly and asked.

"Yes, otherwise why would Yaoyao and the others put so much effort into it?" Fuchen nodded in agreement: "Don't worry, as long as you let us take out your heart, no matter whether the curse can be lifted or not, I can guarantee that the people you care about will be saved. Not a hair will be missing.”

"You mean, if I go with you, you're going to take away the people close to me?" Mu Jin frowned slightly when she heard this.

"If you commit suicide in the process, who can stop you?" Fuchen asked.

"Okay, you can threaten me with people close to me, but what about Feng Yin? Feng Yin has no relatives and no worries. What are you going to do to him?"

"So, we let Feng Yin realize the biggest dream of his life. He is now sitting on the throne. After eight or nine days, I will cordially invite him to the Hidden World Family as the successor to the future patriarch of the Hidden World Family. Come and observe a sacrificial ceremony, kill him at that moment and take out his heart." Fuchen said this truthfully.

After hearing this, Mu Jin raised his eyebrows and said, "What a good idea. You guys have really succeeded in brainwashing Feng Yin. No matter how I tell him, he doesn't believe me."

"You are the person he hates the most in the world. No matter what you do, he will never believe you. He will only believe in himself. He has been immersed in this dream for decades. At this time, you Jump out and tell him that these dreams are all fake, how could he believe it?" It's not that they succeeded in brainwashing Feng Yin, but that Feng Yin himself was immersed in this dream and couldn't extricate himself.

And they were just helping Feng Yin realize that dream.

They stand on Feng Yin's side, and Feng Yin will definitely believe them unconditionally.

"So Feng Yin will obey your words." The corners of Mu Jin's mouth raised slightly.

"It's not that he obeys our words and words, but he thinks that we are all his pawns and that we are all under his control. He thinks that he is the one who has the last laugh."

"Feng Yin is not good at this. He is too confident and arrogant." Mu Jin nodded, agreeing with Fuchen's view.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Fuchen asked: "If not, please follow me back to the Hidden World Family, and meet your father-in-law and some of your sisters-in-law."

When Mu Jin heard what her father-in-law said, her eyes darkened: "Won't you arrest Wei Yuanwei's father?"

"Of course, the people close to you, the people close to Wei Yuanwei, as long as you dare to resist, these people will all follow you to hell." Fuchen said coldly.

"By the way, where did you hide Su'er? I've never found her. Did she hide her at Shangli's place?" Fuchen said suddenly.

Mu Jin stood there, slowly clasping the hands in her sleeves, then sat down, lowered her eyes, and said calmly: "I will follow you after I finish playing this song."

"When you come to the Hidden World Family, you can play how you want. If you cooperate well, I will reunite you with your wife and daughter in the remaining time." Fuchen stretched out his hand to press the strings. live.

"How can there be no reason not to continue playing when the song is halfway through?" Mu Jin looked at Fuchen with cold eyes.

Fuchen hesitated for a few seconds, and finally let go of his hand.

The low and melodious tone sounded again.

Feng Yin, who was hiding in the dark, had shock in his eyes after listening to the conversation between Fuchen and Mu Jin.

"The master is using the sound of the piano to cover our departure." Xuanli's eyes suddenly fell on Feng Yin.

Feng Yin had a skeptical attitude from the beginning, until Master Fuchen said those words himself. For a moment, Feng Yin felt as if the sky was about to fall, and his whole body collapsed.

Fortunately, Xuanli had tapped Feng Yin's acupuncture points before, so Feng Yin didn't do anything drastic.

"Lie to me, they are all lying to me, it turns out that I am the chess piece." Feng Yin's eyes widened as he repeated this sentence.

"Let's go quickly. When the music stops, it will be impossible for us to leave." Xuanli urged in a low voice.

There are many masters ambushing on the roof, walls, and even trees. Once they notice any movement, none of them can even think of walking out.

"Why did Mu Jin do this? I hate him so much and want to kill him so much. Why does he want me to leave?" Feng Yin's first thought was doubt. He was even wondering if this was Mu Jin's trajectory.

And that person is not really Mr. Fuchen at all.

"Do you think the master is doing it for you? The master is just stalling for time. The sacrifice ceremony must use the hearts of both of you, but neither of you can. If you disappear, they will put all their energy on you. As long as the delay They can't complete this sacrificial ceremony in one day." Xuanli snorted coldly and pulled Feng Yin to leave.

But Feng Yin stood there, as if he hadn't fully reacted yet.

"So, Mu Jin still wants to harm me!"

"Since you think so, just walk out." Xuanli let go of Feng Yin's hand and said viciously.

Fuchen stood next to Mu Jin. At first the tune was melodious, but then it went straight up to the sky, became fast and high, and was exceptionally soul-stirring.

It's as if the whole world is immersed in the sound of the piano and cannot extricate itself for a long time.

The autumn wind suddenly picked up, ruffling Mu Jin's long silver hair. Her jade-like hands elegantly and swiftly fiddled with the strings in her hands. Suddenly, a flash of sharpness flashed in her elegant eyes. Suddenly, the sound of the piano suddenly changed. Under the guqin, dozens of long silver needles shot out towards Fuchen.

Fuchen's sinister face showed a hint of surprise, and then he pulled out a black iron folding fan from his waist.

"Clang, clang, clang..." The sound of silver needles colliding with black iron was extremely clear in the night sky.

All of a sudden, all the killers who were lying in ambush came out.

At the same time, the killer of Qingming Waterside also surged out from the darkness at this time.

The originally silent night suddenly became chaotic, and a bloody storm began.

"Mu Jin, don't you want your wife and daughter?" Fuchen's red figure flipped rapidly in the air like a butterfly spreading its wings.

"I'm sorry, the only way to save my wife and daughter's life is to kill you." Mu Jin raised her cold eyes, and as she spoke, the high-pitched music of the piano swept through her again.

Every time it is played, countless silver needles will shoot out from the guqin.

Every shot is enough to kill a person.

Under the dense silver needle attack, no one dared to get close to Mu Jin.

And those killers who wanted to catch Mu Jin all died under Gu Qin's silver needle.

Not long after, the bodies of many killers fell down ten meters away from Mu Jin.

"I want to see how many silver needles you can shoot out from this piano of yours." Fuchen's beautiful features were full of killing, and he spread out his black iron folding fan and waved it in the air.

Step by step, he approached Mu Jin.

Mu Jin placed his palms on the stone bench, then leapt out from the stone bench, holding the guqin in his arms, pulling the strings with his five fingers, and shooting silver needles towards Fuchen like rain.

With a "click" sound, the black iron folding fan in Fuchen's hand came out, surging in the air. Each fan bone popped out with a sharp blade, hitting dozens of silver needles in the air to the ground.

Fuchen stretched out his hands and moved Qi into his Dantian. The strong internal energy slowly gathered in his palms, and then gathered in his chest, and fiercely shot the strong internal energy towards Mu Jin.

Mu Jin frowned slightly and threw the guqin in his hand, facing Fuchen's powerful internal force.

The exquisite guqin immediately turned into pieces under the impact of the strong internal force pushed out by Fuchen.

The dark iron folding fan flying in the sky flew straight towards Mu Jin. Its twelve sharp fan bones cut through the air and pierced the night, giving off a ferocious and threatening cold light under the moonlight.

Mu Jin flew back and looked coldly at the black iron folding fan that was getting closer and closer. She drew out the soft sword she carried with her and stabbed it head on.

The harsh sound of the weapons and weapons made everyone's hair stand on end.

Fuchen stretched out his hand and retracted his fingers, and the black iron folding fan returned to Fuchen's hand.

With her toes tapping, the demon-red figure came to Mu Jin. The two of them faced each other with swords and fan blows.

"Your people won't last long." Fuchen tightened his fingers on the black iron folding fan in his hand.

Mu Jin's eyes were evil: "These words should be what I say to you. Now I have the military power. I can mobilize a battalion of troops with just one military talisman."

As soon as Mu Jin finished speaking, the sound of neat and heavy footsteps came from outside Jiangnan Courtyard, like thousands of tides surrounding the entire Jiangnan Courtyard, and the torches as bright as day were about to illuminate the entire Jiangnan Courtyard.

"How is that possible?" Fuchen saw the fire dragon-like torch outside the wall and the soldiers who surrounded Jiangnan Courtyard. Fuchen then showed an incredible look: "You actually persuaded Feng Yin?"

"As you said, how could Feng Yin possibly persuade him? I'm just following a trick. I was born and raised in Nanyue. No one knows Nanyue better than me." Mu Jin said coldly to Fuchen.

"You don't dare to kill me, but I can kill you." With that said, Mu Jin took the soft sword and stabbed Fuchen.

Fuchen immediately gritted his teeth, held the black iron folding fan and attacked Mu Jin.

At the orders of Nong Yue and Han Yue, three thousand elite soldiers had surrounded Jiangnan Courtyard, and then they all rushed into Jiangnan Courtyard.

The people Fuchen led were certainly the elite among the elite, but under such a huge disparity in numbers.

Fuchen had no chance of winning at all.

Mu Jin and Fu Chen fought fiercely on the roof, rockery, and pavilion, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.