Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

The next day, a ray of sunlight shone in the early morning, illuminating a corner that no one cared about.

Feeling the temperature, a certain folded corpse under the solid wooden table began to twitch, bounce, overturn the table, and crawl in the dark as if it had epilepsy.

"Lord!"

The tightly closed door was knocked open by a group of assassins, who probably found out Su Yinchen's location based on the carriage outside the mansion.

This group of people were exactly the ones Song Yun had ordered before his death to transfer the weapons.

In addition to them, all the underworld forces in recent years have been concentrated in the suburbs.

I thought that after successfully absorbing the Son of Ultimate Luck, I would be reborn, and my next goal would be to regain the throne. But I didn't expect that just after taking the first step towards success, the mastermind was already chilled to the bone and his heart was flying.

However, the remaining forces benefited Su Yinchen, who was crawling in the dark, confused and in pain.

These assassins had just completed their mission and were returning to report, but the temporary hiding places they found were littered with corpses.

If nothing unexpected happened, then something must have happened. He couldn't find the body of his master, or any signs of life.

The group was instantly panicked, like headless flies, searching the streets for the person, the only thing left was to manually print a missing person notice.

After finally finding Fu Xiuyuan's land, he didn't have time to be happy because the next second he was frightened to the point of cardiac arrest by the shocking bloodstains on the carriage parked outside the mansion.

This is the master's carriage!

It doesn't take much to tell that there was also a massacre here.

The assassin secretly thought that things were not going well, and did not care whether he would expose his position and arouse suspicion from the local government. He led a group of people behind him and broke down the door and rushed in.

"Lord...Lord!!!"

They rushed all the way to the main courtyard, but unfortunately, a group of people who couldn't stand it stepped over Su Yinchen who was struggling for help.

If their feet hadn't felt wrong or even sprained, the group wouldn't even have turned their heads to look.

Ah——dead, dead!

The assassin squatted down, picked up the limp object, and said in a stern voice: "My Lord... Who is the villain who killed you to such an extent? Even if it is at the end of the world, I will make that person pay with his life!"

Anyway, it's the fault of those unknown thieves that you are in this state, and it has nothing to do with them being the assassins.

Su Yinchen's eyes were red, and the few times he was stepped on had brought him back to life.

He opened his mouth, but the words of scolding were stuck in his throat, and he had no idea what was going on.

His memory was still stuck on being hunted endlessly by Emperor Wanjin. He listened to his teacher's advice and pretended to be dead, and then woke up again when the plan was mature.

At that time, he could finally lead his men to avenge the previous humiliation, massacre the Wanjin royal family, and take back everything that belonged to him!

The words that were on the tip of my tongue turned into a question.

"What happened, teacher?"

"This……"

The assassin was stunned and looked at the people behind him. He never expected Su Yinchen to ask this question.

Shouldn't we tell them how a good situation could have turned into this in just a few days?

However, seeing that Su Yinchen's condition was really bad, he hesitated for half a second and then repeated the recent arrangements.

"The spies planted by Tiangong Mansion followed your instructions and transferred all the weapons made by Fu Guanci. Lord Song has died in order to protect the master."

"I don't know what happened in the past two days. We... our forces left here... except for the master, no one else survived..."

Seeing that Su Yinchen's expression became more gloomy as he spoke, the assassin immediately shut up and said in atonement, "I am late, please punish me, sir."

Su Yinchen received too much information at once and felt a little confused.

Why are they all dead... ?

Why did he become so disabled?

But none of this matters. He only cares about an important piece of news he just heard.

"You said..." Su Yinchen stared at the eyes of the assassin and asked, "I have a large number of weapons made by Tiangong Mansion in my hands now?"

That made other countries try every possible means but could only purchase a small number of mechanical weapons.

"Yes!"

"Hahaha..." Su Yinchen laughed twice, which hurt his wound and made him feel excruciating pain.

But this did not hinder his ambition and joy at the moment.

"Okay, great!" He restrained his smile and asked, "Where are these things now? When I recover..."

"My Lord... I'm afraid we are too late." Seeing the other party's ecstatic face, the assassin had to interrupt him, "Wan Jin sent troops, and now that Qin the dog thief is almost here."

The first thing the group did when they heard the news was to return to look for the backbone. The time they had wasted was not enough for them to sit here and chat in such a mess.

Why don't you return to the main force quickly? Don't leave your powerful forces in vain. If you are trapped here, you will only die!

Su Yinchen: "..."

He was so scared that he screamed: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?!!!"

Death Soldier: It’s not too late…

Su Yinchen didn't care whether he replied or not, and didn't care about his injuries. He broke out in a cold sweat and shouted, "Quick, evacuate!"

Let them be arrogant for the last time. Once they get to our territory, we will make sure they never come back!

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Tiangong Mansion.

The death of Qi Xiangxun and his son did not attract anyone's attention. They just rolled up the straw mat, built a fire and burned everything to ashes.

The human skin that was peeled off Fu Huairen alive was also destroyed by Shen Zhinian and his team using a special method.

There is something left after all.

Mrs. Fu came to the cemetery that actually belonged to Fu Huairen and sat there in a daze all night long after Fu Guanci learned the truth.

After being buried by mistake for so many years, even the words on the tombstone have become brand new.

It seemed as if the two of them separated only yesterday.

that's the truth.

No one could possibly imagine that there is a way in this world that allows people to meet the souls of the dead.

Ye Yao looked at the ray of light in the sky and smiled from the bottom of her heart.

The hand that stroked the tombstone was slow and careful, wiping the morning dew off the beloved one bit by bit, with tenderness in her eyes: "Huairen... I'm fine now... don't worry."

"And Guanci, he helped us a lot..."

"He wanted to leave at the beginning, but I stopped him." Ye Yao's voice was full of apology, but more of it was gratitude that could not be described in words, "I think... he should go home too..."

Ye Yao was not stupid at all. She saw clearly that the bond between her benefactors was deeper than any family in the world.

It turns out that he has always had such a lovely group of family members.

Now...even if her soul was forced to travel through time and space to her son's body, she had already done enough for them.

"I have caused him too much trouble in the past few years."

It seems that so much has happened in such a short period of time.

She spent the whole night sorting it out, and she saw it all clearly.

Although my great revenge has been taken, my whole heart feels hollow, empty, confused... and I am also afraid of the future.

She promised her husband that she would live a good life, but...what should she do now?