The Crybaby Prince is Reborn, Where is the Prince Going?

Should Zhao Zhener die?

Xiao Mingli's voice was very soft, and he didn't seem to be asking the young man a question, insisting on getting an answer. However, the young man was a martial artist, so he naturally had sharp ears and eyes. Even though his voice was very soft, he was still caught by the young man.

The young man looked at Xiao Mingli's back and said calmly, "I don't know what it means to die, but anyone who disobeys the master's orders and hinders the master's great cause must die."

Not deserve to die, but must die.

The young man would leave no room for doubts in clearing away obstacles for Xiao Mingli, even if it was just someone who threatened his master.

"Feng Luan, you really are...good at pleasing me. When I brought you back, I thought..."

Xiao Mingli stopped talking, turned to meet the boy's puzzled eyes, shook his head to himself, and said nothing more.

"Forget it, it's late, it's time to go back."

...

On the other side, Zhao Wuming left the house and didn't know that Ying Shisan was following him. After passing through several alleys, Zhao Wuming suddenly quickened his pace and ran in one direction.

Ying Shisan followed him closely, and when he saw him speeding up, he also started to speed up.

Following Zhao Wuming all the way to a deserted place.

Zhao Wuming walked to a dry well, looked around to see if there was anyone around, then lifted the manhole cover and jumped in.

Ying Shisan waited for a moment and then jumped down.

The dry well is not deep, and there is a ladder next to it which is easy to climb, but it is hidden in the dark and not easy to be discovered.

I don't know what was painted on the wall of the well, it seemed to absorb all the light. If I jumped in and looked up, I couldn't see the scenery outside clearly, not even a trace of moonlight could come in.

Ying Shisan swallowed, hesitating a little. He felt a surge of panic in his heart.

At this time, he had lost track of Zhao Wuming. In this pitch-black environment, even his breathing was infinitely magnified. He listened to his own breathing and found it increasingly difficult to breathe.

Ying Shisan reached out to use the wall to support his body, but as soon as his hand touched the wall, he felt a burning pain.

Ying Shisan was shocked. Oh no! It’s poison!!!

He quickly withdrew his hand, but the poison spread too quickly.

In an instant, the poison spread to the entire forearm.

Ying Shisan was a ruthless man. Without thinking, he gritted his teeth, drew his knife and cut off the forearm to prevent the poison from spreading.

The pain almost made him faint. He could only bite his lips tightly, take out emergency hemostatic medicine from his pocket, bandage it briefly to stop the bleeding, and then hurriedly retreat.

But as soon as he climbed out of the well, he was horrified to find that there were several people standing in the dilapidated yard, waiting for him by the well.

Before his brain had time to think of a countermeasure, Ying Shisan kicked his legs and rushed towards a man with the momentum, and started fighting with him.

The two men's martial arts skills were equally matched, but Ying Shisan had just lost half of his arm. Although he had done simple bleeding control, as soon as he used his martial arts, the wound burst open and the bleeding continued to flow.

The longer the fight lasted, the paler his face became, the more exhausted he became, and he gradually lost the upper hand, with more and more scars of varying sizes covering his body.

'I can't lose my life here...' This was his last thought.

So Ying Shisan rushed forward recklessly, exchanging injuries for his own life. This reckless fighting style eventually took away three people.

The remaining two looked at each other and attacked Ying Shisan together.

But this scene was very strange. In the silent and deserted night, one could only hear the friction of weapons made by the three people fighting, but not a single sound from people.

Ying Shisan had already noticed this peculiarity. Even when the long knife cut his body, he did not make a sound. Several people seemed to feel no pain. As long as the injury was not fatal, they would struggle to get up and rush towards him again.

No matter what the hell it is, as long as it is a human, we must not kill him!

Ying Shisan took the opportunity to retreat and took a breath, then rushed forward again in an instant, but at this moment, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded.

The two men in black paused, then retreated violently, disappearing into the darkness in an instant, as if they had never appeared.

But the courtyard was still filled with the smell of blood, indicating that all this had just happened.

After the two men left, Ying Shisan was out of strength. He used his knife to support himself as he walked to the dead bodies and pulled off the masks on their faces.

With the help of moonlight, Ying Shisan could clearly see the 'person' on the ground.

He was shocked and his heart was in turmoil.

The people on earth at this moment can no longer be called human beings.

His face was disfigured and covered with scars, and his original appearance could not be seen at all.

Looking down again, after seeing the dead body, Ying Shisan widened his eyes, and a trace of fear gradually crept into his heart.

I can't stay here any longer. Zhao Wuming has lost him, but this 'person'...

Ying Shisan is a shadow guard, the second batch of shadow guards to be trained. He has seen all kinds of storms in the years following He Qianzhao, but he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw these "people" at this time.

He grabbed a dead body and, using his last bit of strength, dragged it towards the palace.

It was late at night, and the autumn wind made people feel much more awake.

Ying Shisan felt that he was getting colder and colder, and even his strength was lost. It was even more difficult to drag someone forward, and he could hardly move forward.

He touched the only flare he had on him, frowned and lit it. When the flare exploded in the air, he could no longer support his body and fell to the ground with a thud.

...

"Master Shadow Four, the Shadow Guard flare exploded!"

"Whose?"

"It's from Master Thirteen."

Each shadow guard carries a very distinctive flare that belongs only to him, which is used to convey messages and ask for help at the most critical moments.

But most of the shadow guards would not use this flare easily. After all, all the shadow guards understood this flare as meaning "I am going to die, and I am telling you this", and even Shadow Thirteen was no exception.

When he lit the flare, he never thought that he could return home alive.

Ying Si clearly understood the meaning of the flare. With a cold and gloomy face, he said, "Seventh Brother, let's go find His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"But..."

"No buts, the master is not here, only the prince can make the decision..."

Ying Si was also unsure. This group of shadow guards were trained by He Qianzhao himself. They were loyal to He Qianzhao and were impressed by his talent and martial arts, but He Jinyou was different.

He Jinyou was picked up by them along with their master. Over the years, he has been mediocre and has made no achievements. In the hearts of the shadow guards, Jinyou is only regarded as half the master of the palace, but they are not convinced.

But before leaving, He Qianzhao had specifically instructed that everyone in the palace should obey the orders of the Crown Prince and report any matters, big or small, to the Crown Prince first and then pass on a message to the master...

But now that things have come to this, no matter how much they distrust He Jinyou in their hearts, there is no way to change it.

"Let's go find the prince. Little Thirteen must be in danger. Let's send a few people to look for Little Thirteen first..."

"But Fourth Brother, the mansion is short of staff...they have all been sent out by the Crown Prince..."

Ying Si was stunned, thinking back to He Jinyou's actions in the past few days. He sent most of the manpower to monitor useless people, which led to the assassin entering the house and still not being found.

Instead, he was sleeping soundly at this moment!

If it weren't for the shadow guard's vow to obey orders until death, he might have dragged the prince out and beaten him up!