Chapter 387

It means: Liu Zhiyuan paid someone to kill him? It's a joke, isn't it?

What's the point?

If you really want to die, buy a hemp rope and hang it on the beam, saving money and trouble; if you don't want to die, why hire someone to kill you?

Well, one road is blocked in front and behind! No matter how you explain it, it doesn't seem to make sense.

Therefore, when Zhao Jue finished speaking, everyone except him froze in place, even Qinglong, who had passed the Qi early, couldn't help but be stunned for a few breaths, not to mention Baihu and Zhuque, who didn't pass the Qi in advance.

Both of them were stunned, staring at Zhao Jue in confusion, trying to find the answer from the subtle changes in their expressions. Unfortunately, his face was extremely firm, without any change.

On the other hand, Liu Zhiyuan's expression changed again and again, first doubtful, then puzzled, and finally pointed at his face, surprised and asked: "I paid someone to kill myself? Brother, you are really funny."

The three people next to him looked at Zhao Jue, all wanting to hear how Zhao Jue would explain. In the impression of Zhuque and Baihu, Zhao Jue was not a person who made random guesses and shot without purpose.

And Zhao Jue did not let the three of them wait too long. After a few breaths of hesitation, he explained: "Are you kidding? Of course I am not kidding. Although I don't know why you hired someone to kill you, I can guarantee that you leaked our whereabouts along the way."

"Nonsense! How could I hurt myself?" Liu Zhiyuan quickly refuted.

But his eyes that glanced around while he spoke, and his hands that were at a loss, all exposed that he was a little guilty.

Catching the strangeness in his eyes, Zhao Jue couldn't help but smile complacently. It seems that it is almost certain.

"General Liu, have you forgotten? The four of us are all in Jinyiwei. Handling cases is our strong point. We will know whether it is true or not after the first trial!" Zhao Jue showed sarcasm.

When he heard the three words "General Liu", Liu Zhiyuan knew in his heart: Zhao Jue had guessed his bottom!

Without waiting for him to speak, Zhao waved behind him, "Baihu, come and hold him down, I will personally interrogate him!"

"How dare you! I am the general of Zhenyuan. I am higher than you in terms of official rank. How dare you torture me?" Liu Zhiyuan was frightened and took two steps back. He pretended to be calm and shouted angrily.

Baihu also advised: "Old Nine, we can't afford it..."

"Shut up!" Zhao turned around and shouted.

He pointed at Liu Zhiyuan and said fiercely: "The emperor only let him enter the capital alive, but he didn't say that he must be intact! The journey is long, there are blockades in front and pursuers behind, and it is normal to lose an arm or a leg."

Zhao glanced at the three people leaning against the wall, and pointedly said: "Besides, someone is taking the blame."

"Just hold him down boldly!"

Baihu's eyes lit up. Yes, what's there to be afraid of if someone is taking the blame? He laughed and rubbed his hands and stepped forward, "General Liu, I'm sorry."

Without waiting for Liu Zhiyuan to respond, Baihu shouted and pounced on him, holding down his fat body tightly.

"What do you want to do?"

"Don't embarrass me, brother." Zhao leaned down, smiling more and more brilliantly, but behind the smile, Liu Zhiyuan felt the coldness deep into his bones.

Want to torture him to confess?

No! No! He would never dare!

But Zhao's next move shattered Liu Zhiyuan's remaining fantasy. Zhao raised his eyebrows and drew his sword.

"General Liu, a frank man does not speak in a roundabout way. This is a serious matter. Please think it through. Otherwise... hehe."

"To save time, I will cut one knife every time I count to one hundred until you are willing to explain clearly."

"How about it?"

Liu Zhiyuan was frightened and sweated profusely. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He was about to open his mouth to quibble, but he happened to hear Zhao counting.

"One, two, three..."

"Brother, brother!" He exclaimed hurriedly, and wanted to raise his hand to stop him, but was held down by Baihu.

"One hundred!"

When Zhao Jue counted to one hundred, he decisively swung his knife, "Shua", the silver-white metal light landed steadily an inch away from Liu Zhiyuan's fingertips. Liu Zhiyuan was so scared that he trembled all over, and his hair stood on end.

He, he really dared to chop? !

Zhao Jue raised his knife and sighed regretfully, "Ah, my knife skills have been rusty recently. It doesn't matter, let's continue!"

"One, two, three..."

The counting sound was like a death warrant, one after another. Liu Zhiyuan's forehead was covered with more and more sweat, and his eyes were more and more terrified.

Just now he was still lucky, sure that Zhao Jue would not dare to do it, but after one knife, the only remaining confidence had disappeared.

The man holding the knife in front of him was a ruthless person!

He unconsciously raised his eyes to look at Qinglong and Zhuque, and saw that the two looked solemn, as if they had ignored him, and his heart became more and more flustered.

"Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three..."

The counting sound in my ears was getting faster and faster, revealing a bit of impatience, as if I was looking forward to the second knife.

"Eighty-eight, eighty-nine, ninety!"

Zhao became more and more excited as he counted, and the tip of the knife kept shaking with the counting sound. Liu Zhiyuan looked at the silver light shaking in front of him, and he was extremely anxious.

To be honest, he didn't dare to gamble, not at all!

It was not worth it to sit in this position with great difficulty, and lose a few fingers in vain!

"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one..."

"Okay! Okay! Stop counting, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" Liu Zhiyuan still couldn't withstand the huge pressure, and shouted in panic when "one hundred" was about to fall.

"That's right." Zhao put away the knife.

Waved to Baihu and smiled: "Let go quickly, how can you treat my good brother like this?"

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Bai Hu's mouth twitched, he let go of Liu Zhiyuan, shook his head and stepped aside, looking at Zhao Jue with an almost blaming look.

You bastard, you are a good person!

Zhao Jue pressed his hand to comfort him, nodded to apologize, and said silently: "It's all acting."

Then he lowered his head and asked: "Brother Liu, you are not righteous! The three of us fought hard just to escort you to Beijing safely. It's okay if you don't thank us, but how can you repay us with hatred and make it more difficult for us?"

"Human lives are at stake!"

"Alas..." Liu Zhiyuan stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sighed.

He complained: "Brother, I was also forced by others and had no choice."

Forced? Zhao Jue snorted coldly, thinking he was just quibbling.

"What form? You are a first-rank general, second only to one person and above ten thousand people. Who can force you? Who dares to force you?"

"Your Majesty!" Liu Zhiyuan said seriously.

Hearing his words, Zhao Jue and the other three all changed their expressions.

"Your Majesty?" Zhao Jue was puzzled.

"It is Your Majesty!" Liu Zhiyuan nodded and replied.

Zhao Jue was even more puzzled. If it was the emperor who issued the order, it would make sense, but what was the reason? Want Liu Zhiyuan's life? Send the Jinyiwei to assassinate him, or at least order him to be summoned to the capital to catch him in a trap, wouldn't that be easier? Isn't it redundant to attack and kill him along the way?

Justified? Zhao Jue's mind was in a mess, and he couldn't figure it out.

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