Don't panic, nephew. I will take this pot of evil star.

The next morning, Lu Yanlin sat in front of Lord Li with his arms tied and his legs limping, sighing and swearing that he would never see Mu Lanxun again.

"What's wrong, sir?" Lord Li was surprised.

"That brat!" Lu Yanlin suddenly shouted, "My persuasion didn't work, and he actually resorted to violence against me without knowing what was good for him! I'm going to report him! Report him!"

Lord Li's eyes lit up. This kid is really brave enough to attack an official appointed by the imperial court!

Go ahead and make a scene! The more violent the scene, the worse it will be in the future. He really couldn't wait to see that kid trembling with fear.

Mu Lanxun spent all his money to meet the deadline and also demanded high quality and quantity. He lived and ate at the reservoir almost day and night, and worked with the workers from dawn to dusk.

Apart from the dam, the entire reservoir has only one gate for entry and exit, which is currently controlled by one person.

The bright moon hangs high.

Wu Bai twisted the neck of the attacker with a cold face. This Ninth Young Master really knows how to attract hatred. In the past half month, he has killed four or five waves of people who came to assassinate him.

"Bang!" The long sword in his hand pierced a corner of the door with a whoosh.

"What's the matter?" he asked calmly. Although the visitor had no intention of killing, he would not let anyone approach Mu Lanxun casually.

"Please inform the Ninth Young Master that I would like to see you on the Shangsi day."

Although Shangsi was following in Bianlu City, he could not get close, so he could only pay close attention to the letters from Ya'an City. In the past, the master would come to pick them up in person, but the master did not come in the past few days, and something big happened in Ya'an City.

He didn't dare to delay and had to come over.

"No, I can't see him. Tomorrow is the last day of construction, and he has ordered no one to come in or out. No matter how urgent the matter is, we can only wait until he comes out tomorrow."

"No, this matter is of great importance. I must see the Ninth Young Master!" Shangsi gritted his teeth. Something happened to the princess!

He really didn't dare to hide it.

Wubai narrowed his cold eyes slightly, and his gaze lightly swept over the area more than ten meters behind Shangsi. This person still wants to break in by force?

He snorted coldly, "Five waves of assassins have attacked in recent days. I blocked them all at the entrance. If the door is opened, I can't guarantee that there won't be a sixth or seventh wave. By then, you will not only bring news, but also assassination."

Shangsi was speechless. The master had been working hard for a whole month, and there was only one day left. He knew it better than anyone else, but on the princess's side, human lives were at stake!

"Please understand, sir, I must go in." Shangsi clasped his fists, his fingers already touching the dagger hidden in his sleeve.

Wubai's aura suddenly dropped, and he slowly drew out the sword in his hand.

"Master! Master! Another letter!" Just when the two were on the verge of a fight, a young servant came running up from behind with a letter in his hand.

"Sir, please take a look first. It was sent urgently and is specifically for you." The servant was frightened by Wubai's murderous intent and hid behind Shangsi, not daring to look up.

Wu Bai sneered, "Get out with your people!"

I had already opened the letter on Shangsi, and there were only two words on it: keep it a secret.

This is Xia Feng's handwriting. What she meant is what the princess meant. Maybe the princess's situation is not as critical as she thought?

Shangsi frowned, held the letter, turned around and left.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of him and said, "A guest has arrived. Please entertain him."

After Wubai finished speaking, he kicked his feet and his figure was already five feet away.

Shangsi was angry. If you say to leave, you have to leave. If you say to stay, you have to stay?

The air around was cold and surging, and dozens of people rushed down from all directions. Some of them even climbed on the wall like geckos, trying to climb over.

Wubai slashed with his sword, and several people were forced to jump off the wall, facing Shangsi's sword.

In less than a moment, the people he brought secretly also took action, and the fighting here quickly alarmed the guarding soldiers.

He saw with his own eyes that his companion was slashed in the neck by a sword from a man in black, ran away with a pale face, and then was pierced through the chest by a sword and nailed to the ground.

Wubai cursed secretly, he had to fight quickly and decisively.

He took a deep breath and leaped up, then raised his sword and chopped down all the people under the wall. Shangsi led two people to rush in the front, and he stood behind the three of them.

The number of shadows from a dozen or so before had increased to dozens at some point, and this no longer looked like the assassins that ordinary people could find.

Wubai hadn't rested for three days and had been alert all the time. Soon he was exhausted, but still no one could climb over the wall.

But he was gradually covered with wounds, and the men in black who were besieging him seemed to have noticed this. They sent a group of people to harass Shangsi and the other two, while the rest surrounded him and attacked him openly and secretly.

Shangsi was anxious. Wubai was the best fighter. If he was defeated, they would not be able to hold on for long.

If so many people rushed in during the chaos, the workers inside would surely flee in panic, and wouldn't the master's final arrangements be disrupted?

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a man outside the black-clothed men crawling on the ground, holding a blade in both hands, about to break through the encirclement and approach Wubai's back.

Wubai swept a sword energy forward, and in an instant he pulled out the dagger from his waist and put it behind his back with his backhand.

With a "ding" sound, he blocked the short blade flying from behind.

But it was too late to dodge the short blade and the sneak attack from behind!

"puff!"

A figure fell to the ground.