Zhang San had been tracking all the way, and just happened to see Liu Hu fighting with the other three. But he did not make a move immediately.
The enemy's enemy is a friend. At the moment of life and death, even enemies can become allies temporarily. If he took action but failed to win quickly, it was very likely to force the weaker Liu Hu to temporarily form an alliance.
So Zhang San chose his favorite "sneak attack".
Poisoning, sneak attacking, lime powder, the three killers' tricks are my favorites.
However.
Zhang San glanced at the study behind, then looked at Liu Hu's head on the ground, and probably already understood Lu Gaosheng's idea.
Even if Liu Hu won, Lu Gaosheng's real fatal blow should be in the study behind. To put it bluntly, even if I don't make a move, this "fox" will undoubtedly die today.
But Lu Gaosheng should still be inside.
Oh well.
Even if it's a dragon's pool or tiger's den, I can only bite the bullet and rush in. But before that...
Zhang San slowly walked towards Li Xing with a dagger in his hand, on which Liu Hu's blood had not yet dried.
"These two are Lu Gaosheng's capable subordinates. Killing them first is definitely not wrong." Zhang San thought to himself.
Badly injured, Li Xing had no ability to resist, not to mention the word "Ancestor" from Liu Hu just now was enough to make him desperate.
"Brother Zhang, spare them, they are not evil people..." A man's voice came from the study, sounding quite gentle.
Lu Gaosheng's voice?
But... strange, this tone doesn't sound like him at all.
Arrogant and conceited, Lu Gaosheng often gave people a condescending feeling.
But Zhang San was indifferent to the word "spare", but preferred the term "nip in the bud" a little more.
When he came to Li Xing, he was about to raise his knife.
Lu Qingming in the study sighed, and had to say, "You want rations, but Brother Zhang, it's better to think deeper. How can you transport hundreds of ration carts by yourself?"
The knife didn't fall.
One sentence grasped the crux of the matter, which was indeed Lu Gaosheng's style.
This sentence also immediately made Zhang San understand. At the moment, it was not yet time to completely turn his face. Li Xing and Kill Wolf might still be useful.
With some intuition, Zhang San simply skipped Li Xing and went to the unconscious Kill Wolf, and took his pulse.
Kill Wolf was not dead. The life-loving skill was indeed the ultimatum of the underworld. Even the Floating Brook Skill cultivated to the pinnacle of the Earth Rank could not kill him for the time being, but...
"If he is not helped to regulate his inner power in time, I'm afraid he will still die."
After tapping a few acupoints on Kill Wolf's body, a surge of Heaven Rank inner power was injected into Kill Wolf's body, which saved his life for the time being.
After doing this, Zhang San came to the door of the study. But he couldn't help but coughed a few more times.
When killing Liu Hu, a stab into the chest, using inner power to smash his internal organs, and then killing all those killers in black, plus saving Kill Wolf, the inner power he used to suppress internal injuries was reduced again.
Li Xing also noticed this. How could a Heaven Rank ancestor get sick so easily?
"It looks like he just broke through that realm, and he seems to have serious internal injuries. It must be left by Xu Guo, no, it must be Xu Guo." Watching Zhang San's back entering the room, Li Xing secretly guessed.
After that night, Li Xing hadn't had a good look at Zhang San yet. But at the moment, it seemed that with Zhang San's steel-like body, no blade could pierce his flesh.
Probably only Xu Guo's mysterious iron heavy pass knife could injure him.
...
...
"You really came, thank you... Although I guessed it last night, seeing you now, I still appreciate you coming."
Lu Qingming greeted politely with a smile.
After entering the room, Zhang San first looked around the environment in the study.
There was no room for negligence when dealing with someone like Lu Gaosheng.
Zhang San was vigilant while sneering, "You speak so affectionately. So Master Lu also has the ability of foresight?"
Lu Qingming smiled and said, "From your painting, I saw your life, so I thought you would come back to rob the rations and give them back to the people who should get them. My judgment is just that simple."
Painting?
Life?
What was Lu Gaosheng talking nonsense about?
Lu Qingming's bizarre words made Zhang San more vigilant.
Seeing Zhang San's vigilance, Lu Qingming smiled and said, "Do you know 'judging autumn by a leaf'? Have you heard of 'seeing old age from childhood'?"
Some can foresee the prosperity and decay of a whole autumn from a single leaf.
Some can glimpse a child's trajectory in later life from the 3-year-old's behavior.
"Everyone's way of observing things is unique. As for me, I'm good at seeing people."
There was a big hole in the ceiling. Dim light and snow fell into the center of the study through the hole, and there were a lot of fallen tiles on the ground, as well as... a wolf-patterned silver knife.
The knife was left behind by Kill Wolf just now.
Behind Lu Qingming was a "opened" wall, behind which a staircase leading down could be vaguely seen. The secret passage should be inside.
While talking, Lu Qingming slowly walked forward to the center of the study and picked up the wolf-pattern silver knife on the ground.
Zhang San watched this scene quietly and was too lazy to stop it, because Lu Gaosheng should not be stupid enough to think that holding a good weapon would give him a one in a million chance of winning against himself.
But no matter what nonsense Lu Gaosheng was talking about, according to the plan, Zhang San was about to take out Bai Fang's wooden hairpin from his arms.
Such a personal item that didn't look like it was bought from a shop, Lu Gaosheng should recognize it at a glance.
However, before Zhang San took out the wooden hairpin, the scene in front of him made him dumbfounded.
In Zhang San's eyes, Lu Gaosheng held the wolf-pattern silver knife, and then resolutely slashed his left wrist without hesitation.
Blood was gushing!
His left hand drooped, and blood flowed along his palm to the white jade cloud-patterned ring finger.
Zhang San didn't even know what to say.
He knew Lu Gaosheng was crazy, but what trick was he playing now? What was this about?
Seeing Zhang's numbness, Lu Qingming smiled and asked, "If Lu Gaosheng comes back, are you sure you can definitely beat him?"
Zhang San was silent for a while. After roaming the rivers and lakes for twenty years, the only person who had taken advantage of him was Lu Gaosheng.
Could he be sure he could defeat a madman who could do anything?
Zhang San didn't dare to guarantee it either.
But from the other party's words, one message had been revealed.
'If Lu Gaosheng comes back'?
But aren't you him?
So.
Zhang San had already figured it out. He looked at Lu Gaosheng, or Lu Qingming, and guessed: "You...are Lu Qingming?"
Lu Qingming thanked Zhang San, "Thank you for getting rid of Liu Hu. But it's been six years, to be honest, I don't even know who I am anymore. But in any case, Lu Gaosheng already knows that Bai Fang is about to pass away. I dare not imagine how crazy he would be if he came back."
Sacrificing the lives of 550,000 people in Hanwu Commandery and Song YanShi with Bai Fang, Lu Gaosheng would definitely do it, and it was not impossible for him to do even more cruel and brutal things.
"So I have to solve this last trouble for us."
How to kill Lu Gaosheng?
It's simple.
I'll just commit suicide.
Zhang San understood Lu Qingming's meaning. Theoretically, dissociative identity disorder was simply incurable, and there was no cure. After the double personality appeared, there was no possibility of "disappearance". The best and fastest way for Lu Gaosheng to disappear completely...
Was only "death"!
Lu Qingming said politely, "Brother Zhang, please come with me."
Slashing the wrist would not immediately lead to death. If the depth was appropriate, it could even allow one to die in a slow and painful manner.
Lu Qingming, with blood flowing, was very calm, even eerily calm.
Lu Qingming walked to the desk, took out a box, inside which were four letters he had written last night. He took a deep breath and said, "Ashamedly, even now, I'm still thinking about personal matters... After all, I cannot achieve the impartiality of my teacher, so let me talk about personal matters first."
He took out two letters, looking at these two things, his eyes full of guilt.
Lu Qingming said, "I was... originally a person with nothing. Bai Fang gave me a home, Song Lian'er gave me a chance to determine my fate. Actually she was also innocent. She knew nothing about the matter concerning Song YanShi."
"In principle, I should not have wronged them in my whole life, but the result turned out like this. I also don't know why it was messed up like this... Anyway, in the end, whether as an official or as a person, I didn't do a good job at either."
"I owe them. If you have a chance in the future, please help me deliver these two letters on my behalf... It's probably meaningless, maybe even a bit hypocritical, but I must say... my apology."
He handed the letters to Zhang San and Lu Qingming felt relieved.
Then he picked up the remaining two letters and walked to the door. At this moment, with Zhang San's inner strength, Kill Wolf had awakened, and after a short rest, Li Xing could also get up.
Although the abilities of the two were possibly only one tenth of what they were at the moment, when they saw the trickle of blood on Lu Qingming's wrist, they both rushed forward and cried out, "Sir!"
"You're not stupid. You should have known my determination since last night."
Taking out a letter, Lu Qingming continued, "We don't have time to grieve. Liu Hu is dead. This is my official order and can be sent out now. On the Eastern Sea Coast, our merchant ships can transport 30,000 stones of grain."
Turning around, Lu Qingming said to Zhang San, "The 2,000 people who attacked the fake grain convoy before, as well as Liu Hu just now, were all Song YanShi's people. His means must still have follow up moves. The sea route is our only chance!"

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!