Chapter 121 Old He, Seriously Injured

As he spoke, everyone nodded and pondered.

"However, apart from all the people on the bright side, I still have another direction of suspicion." The white-bearded old man paused for a while before he said lightly: "I suspect that this matter may also be the work of the Nine Lords."

"Nine?"

Everyone was stunned at the same time.

The prince's expression also changed instantly, and he hurriedly asked: "Why do you say that?"

There was a trace of hesitation on the face of the white-bearded old man, and he said: "This matter... this old man is just a guess, and there is no evidence at all. So, it is just a tentative talk."

The Prince's complexion slowly sank, and his eyes flickered with complicated meanings.

After a while, the prince suddenly said in a low voice: "If there are really nine powers involved, then why did they participate in this matter? There must be a reason, and what benefits can they gain from this matter?!"

No one can explain the prince's question.

Because if you think about it like this, the follow-up will be too scary!

The final extension of this statement is not to say that Jiuzun is going to deal with the prince!

"Let's press this argument for now. After all, based on the current position, there is no evidence or sign to prove that Jiuzun has really intervened in this matter." The prince murmured, as if trying to explain himself.

The white-bearded old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It's fine to press it temporarily, after all, it's just a feeling of the old man, and the old man himself has no evidence. When it comes to suspicion and even related interests, the nine respects are indeed the least suspicious."

But the more he said that, the more the prince's heart thumped.

Did Jiu Zun really make a move?

It seems that Jiu Zun never puts profit as the focus in dealing with affairs. The so-called suspicion is the least serious, which is meaningless at all!

...

Similar secret conversations are carried out almost every day in several prince's mansions.

All kinds of conjectures emerge in endlessly, with a variety of tricks, but it is still difficult to conclude. After all, there is no real evidence, so what is the truth!

However, for some reason, all discussions will end at the level of Jiuzun.

There was silence.

A ray of autumn wind in the sky wandered back and forth, Yun Yang searched all the corners where the ten targets were located, but still did not find any clues.

He was not discouraged by this, but became more serious.

It would be a strange thing if he found out the meticulous layout of the Four Seasons Building so easily.

To deal with the Four Seasons Building, one must have greater patience.

And just when he finished today's search and was going back to Yunfu.

suddenly felt...

An unusually powerful aura seemed to appear from the right rear of him, but it disappeared in a flash.

Yun Yang suddenly felt something unusual, and instinctively turned towards that side, and the breeze blew away...

Autumn is high and the clouds are light.

The autumn wind was blowing, the night was dark, the prince's mansion had finished its business today; the white-bearded old man came out staggeringly.

Han Wufei followed behind him: "I will send Mr. He back, and by the way, I would also like to thank Mr. He for speaking up for my brother tonight and speaking generously."

This Mr. He chuckled, and said in an old-fashioned way: "Then I will trouble Mr. Han... I am indeed a little tired. Just as I was talking with Mr. Han along the way, the atmosphere in the conference hall was still a bit heavy after all. "

Seeing what the two said, the prince gave up the idea of ​​having someone escort him, and said, "So, the two of you have a smooth journey. Sleep well tonight."

In fact, the prince was already very sleepy, and he only tried his best to support him if he wanted to maintain the demeanor of a virtuous corporal. Seeing that everyone was leaving, he subconsciously yawned and went back to rest.

He and Lao walked out of the Prince's Mansion and walked slowly along the street, all the way silent.

Under the starlight, the age spots on Mr. He's face were also clearly visible. When walking, both legs seemed to be trembling.

The dying years of the wind and candle can be seen at a glance.

After a long time, when he arrived in front of He's old house, Han Wufei finally said something in a low voice: "He Lao, is it too early to bring up the topic of Jiu Zun?"

There was a flash of light in He Lao's eyes, and he said lightly: "Han Wufei!"

These three words, one word at a time.

This old man suddenly had an awe-inspiring aura, although it was immediately withdrawn and fleeting, but the majesty in it made Han Wufei sweat and tremble all over.

And it was precisely this powerful aura that suddenly disappeared...alarmed Yun Yang who was in the air.

"Yes, it's my subordinates who are reckless, but...the subordinates always think that throwing this matter at the prince's side now...does more harm than good...Is there no evidence..." Han Wufei hurriedly explained, saying: "One is not good. ...I'm afraid it will startle the snake instead..."

The soft autumn wind blows slowly in the sky, leaving no trace.

The white-bearded old man said lightly: "You don't have to worry about this, I have my own..."

In the middle of the conversation, Mr. He suddenly stopped talking here, and a huge aura like a volcanic eruption suddenly rose all over his body, suddenly raised his head, and shouted: "Come down!"

two words.

It was like two thunderclaps in the clear sky.

With a flip of his skinny palm, he swung it towards the sky.

Countless sharp winds swept out, instantly forming layers of sharp winds like a net of heaven and earth, and flew towards the sky suddenly.

He Lao's attack was not only powerful, but also had a wider attack range, completely covering a space of more than ten feet.

With a whining sound, it seemed that even the autumn wind in the sky was scattered by this palm.

In the sky, an extremely deep and evil black hole unexpectedly appeared at the moment of its attack! It seems that it can swallow everything in the world.

The eerie horror that has reached its peak is permeating from this black hole.

The autumn wind is dying out, but it still exists, indistinct in the sky...

There are bursts of autumn coolness, which is refreshing.

Even though manpower is tyrannical, how can it extinguish the wind of nature? !

This old Mr. He stood in front of the door with an unprecedented solemn expression for a quarter of an hour, his ears were always paying attention to the movement in the air, after a long time, his eyes showed suspicion, he snorted, and said: "...Isn't it? "

At the same time that Old He shot, Han Wufei quickly took three steps back, his whole body was like a sharp arrow on the string, ready to shoot at any time, sniping with all his strength.

At the same time that Mr. He lost his momentum, Han Wufei also approached him again, and said in a low voice, "Mr. He...but what did you find?"

Mr. He frowned, his eyes were still cruising in the sky, and said softly: "It's weird... just now I noticed that the sound of the wind seems to have some unusual changes... There is also a subtle feeling of being peeped... just to be sure. , and immediately tried to test it... However, under the test, no abnormality was found..."

Han Wufei's heart skipped a beat, his voice was lowered by three points, and he said, "What does He mean... Feng Zun?"

The sound of these two words is even more inaudible.

To be able to spy on the surroundings without any traces, and look at the world, there is indeed only Feng Zun's Feng Xing secret technique!

Mr. He frowned, remained silent for a while, his face became more and more gloomy, and said: "If that Feng Zun is not dead... then I was not delusional just now..."

Han Wufei's expression changed.

"Never underestimate their power of supernatural powers..." Mr. He said solemnly: "In the future, you must be more careful in every way, and you must think carefully before you speak and do things. If you can't move, then don't move! understand?"

"Unless...the day when everything is really safe..."

Mr. He's eyes, which seemed to be old and dim, are now filled with a kind of dark depth, just like the evil black hole that suddenly appeared before.

"yes."

"In the future, on any occasion, if you can't mention these words, don't mention them again." He Lao warned again.

"yes."

Mr. He still didn't enter the door, and still stood at the door with his hands behind his back, frowning in thought, eyes, looking up at the sky from time to time, as if he was still waiting for something...

After a long, long time, when even Han Wufei felt a little tired from standing, Mr. He finally said: "...it seems...it should be...well, let's go back."

With a flick of his sleeves, he turned and entered the mansion.

Only then did Han Wufei salute as if he had been pardoned, then turned around and walked away quickly. After walking a few feet, he unfolded his movements and disappeared like a wisp of green smoke at the end of the road.

The sound of the wind is still thin, and it seems that it can blow in the air forever in such an endless way...

If so, after a while, the old and old body of He appeared at the door again, staring up, not moving for a long time.

After a long time, until dawn broke in the east, the sky revealed a hint of fishy white, and the space between the sky and the earth gradually began to brighten, then He Lao finally turned around and walked slowly towards the mansion step by step.

In his mouth, he was still muttering to himself, or in other words, speaking to someone.

"Master Feng Zun... If you are not dead, I will burn incense to thank the heavens... Yutang is at stake, and all countries in the mainland are watching... I really can't miss nine adults..."

The voice is reverent.

It's like an old man in his dying years, sincerely praying to the sky, and making his most desired wish...

...

The sky brightened slightly.

Fang Mofei and Lao Mei are practicing hard in the mansion and concentrating on improving.

Suddenly, there was a pop, followed by a person falling down in mid-air.

Fang Mofei was taken aback, and rushed forward like lightning, catching the fallen man in his hands. That man was dressed in purple, either Yun Yang or that one.

It's just that Yun Yang's face is like gold paper, and his breathing is intermittent, almost as if he might die at any time. Even the pupils are dilated...

After seeing Fang Mofei's face clearly, Yun Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly opened his mouth, spit out seven or eight mouthfuls of blood...

Immediately, before he could say a word, he tilted his head and passed out.