dognovel Chapter 116 This is called a come but no return
Chapter 116 This is called a come but no return
Watching the man's back disappear at the street corner, Yan Wanwan's sneer grew even colder. Could it be that these people have run out of tricks? They even resorted to such despicable means without any scruples.
She remembered that when she returned to the city, she deliberately took a detour to investigate around the shop, and immediately noticed a pair of eyes in the dark staring at the shop like hungry wolves.
Then, she used her ability to communicate with spiritual plants to inquire with the surrounding flowers, plants and trees. Only then did she realize that not only was the shop being watched, but Yan Xiaorui was also in danger, being secretly watched by various forces.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that behind those snoopers were the emperor's spies, Lu family's confidants, and even Grand Tutor Zhou's minions.
Yan Wanwan thought to herself, the loss of a Marquis of Changxin wasn't enough to intimidate them. Could it be that these people were convinced they were weak and could be bullied? It seemed the punishments she'd given so far were merely a drizzle, failing to truly teach them a lesson.
On that day, a sudden incident threw Grand Tutor Zhou's residence into chaos.
Above the vermilion lacquered gate of the Grand Tutor's Mansion, there were three dead heads hanging. Their deaths were extremely miserable, and their bodies had long been broken into pieces, as if they had been torn apart by the madness of ancient ferocious beasts, with flesh scattered all over the place.
On the walls of the mansion, bloody handprints were densely packed and crisscrossed. From a distance, it looked as if the gates of hell were wide open, the bloody stench was overwhelming, and the sense of horror was captivating.
This incident was like a huge rock falling into the water, instantly causing a thousand waves, and the Dali Temple was mobilized in full force.
A group of yamen runners frantically searched outside the Grand Tutor's residence for clues, but after a day's work, they still had no clues. The Grand Justice was furious, fuming and shouting, "Are you all good-for-nothings? Are you good-for-nothings? In broad daylight, how could you not find even a single clue?"
The bailiffs looked at each other, all with bitter expressions on their faces, and were speechless.
Those three heads and several broken bodies appeared out of thin air like ghosts, leaving no trace at all. How could they investigate?
Just when everyone in the Dali Temple was at a loss, Yan Wanwan quietly appeared in the streets. She moved lightly, seemingly nonchalantly among the crowd, but a gleam of light flashed in her beautiful eyes from time to time.
At this time, in front of a small stall selling wontons on the street, an old man was trembling as he cleaned up the dishes. Yan Wanwan glanced over and keenly caught the subtle panic in the old man's eyes.
She walked forward calmly, quietly asked for a bowl of wontons, and as she sat down, she spoke casually, "Old man, the capital has been in turmoil these past few days. I heard something big happened in the Grand Tutor's Mansion. Do you know anything?"
The old man's hands trembled, and he almost knocked over the bowl. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "Miss, I'm just selling wontons. How can I know about the affairs of those dignitaries?"
Yan Wanwan's lips curled up slightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on the old man, and she said quietly, "Is that so? But I see your hands don't look like those of an ordinary wonton vendor."
After saying this, she flicked her fingers lightly in her sleeves, and a subtle spiritual power like a silk thread wrapped around the old man's sleeve hidden under the table. There, something seemed to be slightly raised...
In an instant, a sharp blade with a cold gleam fell straight down. At the same time, the old man's body was as fast as lightning, with a knife in his other hand. He flashed in front of Yan Wanwan with a fierce look in his eyes and shouted: "Die!"
Yan Wanwan, on the other hand, sat quietly in her chair, a light smile on her face. With a slight flick of her hand, the old man flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing directly into the scalding, smoking pot beside him.
With a "splash", the boiling water in the pot poured down like a torrent of mountain torrents, pouring onto the old man's face.
In an instant, a shrill scream broke through the sky, shocking everyone around.
In the distance, the Dali Temple's constables were terrified by this sudden change. Looking at the old man, he was already collapsed on the ground, screaming in pain. His face was swollen and burnt, his flesh was torn and his limbs were torn and bleeding. It was a horrible sight.
The onlookers saw this tragic scene and could not bear it any more. They rushed forward and shouted, "Quick! Take him to the hospital!"
Everyone hurriedly carried the old man away, and in a flash, Yan Wanwan was the only one left in front of the wonton stall.
She seemed unaffected by the thrilling commotion just now. She continued to eat slowly, savoring the wontons in her bowl with small bites. Her eyes were full of satisfaction as she softly exclaimed, "How delicious!"
The Dali Temple Minister's gaze was like a hawk. He quickly locked onto a figure among the crowd and couldn't help but mutter, "Who is that?"
The subordinate beside him hurriedly whispered in his ear: "My Lord, she is the general's wife, a county lady personally appointed by the emperor, and her fiefdom is Nanping Prefecture."
"is her!"
A gleam of brilliance flashed in the eyes of the Dali Temple Minister, like a shooting star in the dark night, and he whispered, "Go, investigate this person thoroughly in secret."
The subordinate hesitated and whispered, "Sir, could it be that you are suspicious...?"
The Dali Temple official's expression was stern, and he said without question, "Don't ask any more questions, just do as I say."
Yan Wanwan seemed to sense something, looked up, raised an eyebrow at the Dali Temple official, and couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth. "Investigate!" If they can find her, she might as well commit suicide.
However, this old man is really interesting. He is actually a secret guard beside the emperor. Looking at his appearance, who would have thought that he has such a secret identity.
She wondered in her heart how many secret guards like him the old emperor had. If she could get a few of them, the days ahead would surely not be boring and she would be able to do a lot of things.
The thought flashed through her mind, and a barely perceptible green light silently escaped from her fingertips, like a ghost fire hidden in the dark night.
Afterwards, she slowly took out a few copper coins from her sleeve pocket and gently placed them on the table, making a few crisp tinkling sounds. Then she stood up calmly and walked away without even touching her clothes, as if it was just an insignificant short rest.
Who could have expected that a horrifying scene would appear in front of the palace gate that afternoon.
More than a dozen corpses were hung high, like broken rag dolls suspended in mid-air, casting eerie shadows in the sunlight.
What was strange was that each head was intact, with messy hair hanging down, and the distorted expressions on the faces still retained the fear before death. But looking down, the bodies were like broken puzzles, with twisted limbs, exposed organs, and broken limbs scattered everywhere. The bloody scene was exactly the same as the tragic scene in front of the Grand Tutor's Mansion. The strong smell of blood mixed with the stench of decay instantly spread in the air, causing the palace people passing by to turn pale and scream in horror.
In an instant, all the civil and military officials in the court were stunned by the murderer's audacity.
Having just committed a heinous murder in front of the Grand Tutor's Mansion, he now blatantly moved this bloody scene to the gate of the Imperial Palace, openly challenging the royal majesty.
What kind of arrogant person is this? Doesn't he know that such behavior is tantamount to stroking a tiger's whiskers, and will not only anger the Grand Tutor's party, but will also put himself completely under the wrath of imperial power. Although the world is big, how can it accommodate such a rebel?
At that moment, inside the Golden Throne Hall, the Emperor's face was raging with rage. He slammed the table and stood up, his roar shaking the hall beams. "Investigate quickly! I will tear this lunatic into pieces to serve as a warning to others!"