Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

Chapter 203 Ji Wuye...Fear, Anger, Pain of Bereavement! (610)

A quarter of an hour ago.

Han Wang'an was still under siege by night dead soldiers.

Han Fei, Canglang King, Han Jiang and others had just captured Mrs. Mingzhu and quickly rescued Han Wang Anshi.

A letter flew out quietly and flew into the general's mansion.

Ji Wuye sometimes sat in the main seat, and sometimes walked back and forth. The wine was no longer fragrant, and the beauties were no longer beautiful. There was only endless anxiety and endless fear in his heart, and cold sweat dripped drop by drop.

"Is this old man going to lose everything he has today?"

"No, I will never let that happen."

"The old man has worked hard for 20 years to get his current status and honor. How can he accept his fate so easily?"

"..."

"Report!"

A soldier came quickly, knocked on one knee and said: "The palace urgently reports that Mrs. Mingzhu has been captured, and the dead in the night will be surrounded and killed."

"what!?"

Ji Wuye seemed to be drained of all the strength in his body in an instant, his burly body backed up one after another, crumbling, and sat down on the desk, the jug fell and the wine bottle rolled down.

Ji Wuye shook his head in a daze: "How is this possible? How is this possible?"

"The three thousand soldiers of the government are extremely weak, and they are all spoiled and pampered noble children."

"Even if the Canglang King is top-notch, even if he has hundreds of dark night assassins under his command, how could they stop her?"

"With her ability, as long as she wants to leave, there is nothing she can do about it."

"..."

The trendy banshee's natal purple Gu is domineering and weird. Once it infects the human body, it can capture people's mind and life, and even the top experts in the world will find it difficult to keep her.

It's a pity that Ji Wuye miscalculated. He didn't know Han Fei's hole card, which was the soul body that was immune to all physical attacks and all poisonous Gu techniques: the scale-reversing sword spirit.

Ji Wuye sat up and asked, "Who did it, was it Li Changqing?"

"No, no, once Li Changqing enters the harem, Quicksand's plan will be too obvious."

"Han Wangan must have had many doubts in retrospect."

"..."

The confidant soldier clasped his fists and said back: "General, at this moment, all the dead men you raised in captivity may be killed in battle. For the current plan, what should we do?"

Ji Wuye looked up to the sky with great hatred, clenched his fists and beat his chest and said, "Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't have sent all the black crows and white phoenixes out."

"If there is a black crow and a white phoenix by your side, why worry about today's situation being unsolvable."

Of course, there are only three situations for Mo Crow and Bai Feng to make a move. They save the tide banshee and leave together, and they are beheaded after the rescue fails. The third situation is that they are killed after assassinating King Han.

No matter which one, the ink crow and white phoenix are equal to being abandoned.

But in Ji Wuye's heart, no one in the world can compare to his ambition and his great achievements.

Of course, except for his son Ji Yihu, who is the heir to his great ambitions.

"Report!"

"It's not good, general, it's a disaster, it's a disaster..."

A trusted soldier crawled over, with a terrified face, palpitations, and sweating profusely. He swallowed and said, "General, something is wrong."

Ji Wuye's eyes were cold and cold: "What's the matter, tell me quickly?"

"Major General, Major General..." The soldier didn't hesitate to speak clearly, but his nervousness, apprehension, and fear made it difficult for him to speak clearly for a while.

He knew very well what a blow the news he said next would be to their general!How unacceptable it is.

Ji Wuye suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, and angrily shouted: "What's wrong with the Major General, tell me quickly!"

The trusted soldier swallowed his saliva, lowered his head, and finished speaking in one breath: "At noon yesterday, the major general led two thousand black armored troops to the border of Han and Wei. Unexpectedly, they were ambushed by the Wei army and the whole army was wiped out."

The soldier wailed, "Major General, he is dead!"

"what!?"

Ji Wuye's eyes widened, but his pupils contracted extremely. His burly body and tendons seemed to shrink a bit, and his spirit instantly languished. The world in front of him suddenly became dark and dark.

At this moment, his body seemed to be drained of all its strength again, this time it was drawn more thoroughly, and his energy and spirit were instantly drained, and his heart was ashamed.

Ji Wuye's body started to shake just as he stood up, his feet were floating, his body was on the verge of falling, his head was dizzy, and his vision was half dim and half bright.

Heart aches, colic.

"puff-"

Ji Wuye leaned back and vomited blood on his back. The blood splashed three feet away, and his body fell straight. The heavy armor and burly figure fell straight to the ground.

Bang, Ji Wuye's body fell down, and the armor stirred up fine dust.

"General!"

Two trusted soldiers stepped forward quickly, supporting Ji Wuye from left to right.

Ji Wuye's body was stiff, his upright, rigid body was lifted up, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, his eyes widened and rounded to the extreme.

"General, general, don't scare the villain."

"General, general, wake up quickly."

"..."

One breath, two breaths... five breaths (about ten seconds)

"call-!"

Ji Wuye suddenly let out a long breath, exhaled the stagnant air in his heart, and his stiff body became soft again, but his face aged a few years in an instant, and in just a few short breaths, this bad news took away several years of his life. .

"Cough cough..."

Ji Wuye coughed up blood, with tears in his eyes, and mournfully said: "A tiger, a tiger. My son is a tiger, ah...Painful father, cough cough cough..."

Crying, crying with true feelings.

The two trusted soldiers had followed Ji Wuye for seven or eight years, and it was the first time they had seen Ji Wuye howl so sadly, with such a sincere expression, without any falsehood.

Ji Wuye coughed up blood and said, "Quickly tell me, how did my son die? By whom?"

Soldier Hui reported: "I don't know, according to the report from the lurking spies of the garrison, the major general led two thousand black-armored troops into the Wei-Korean border area, but for some reason they were suddenly ambushed."

"Sili Weizhuang led [-] soldiers and horses to help, but... when they arrived, only the corpses of the major general and [-] black armored troops were left at the scene."

Hearing this, Ji Wuye gritted his teeth and said, "Wei Zhuang, Wei Zhuang..."

"What's more, is there anyone who discovered Bainiao? Have you found any other doubts?"

This is the question, but Ji Wuye is almost certain that the death of his son Ji Yihu must have something to do with Wei Zhuang.

The soldier replied: "The secret letter also said that the dead body of Bainiao was not found. However, based on the death of the two thousand black-armored force, it is speculated that the two commanders, Mo Crow and Bai Feng, may have taken action."

"Also, many soldiers died under the shark-toothed sword."

"Wei Zhuang once ordered [-] soldiers and horses to stay in place, but he drove away alone for half an hour, and he didn't know where he went on the way."

"Besides, spies came to report that based on the man-made traces and wounds of soldiers on the scene, it is speculated that there should be no less than four or five enemy ninth-rank masters."

Ji Wuye was furious: "Ah, Mo Ya, Bai Feng, traitors, these two traitors. This old man wants to kill you, kill you."

"Wei Zhuang, Quicksand, the old man will never die with you."

"Ah, my son, my son, my son is a tiger, cough cough..." Ji Wuye spat blood one after another, with blood and tears flowing freely.

At this time, a soldier came to report, knocked on one knee and said: "Report to General, Fourth Young Master, he—"