C37 Pull

Little Shan Village which was located deep in the western part of the city was initially surrounded by a peaceful and simple atmosphere, but now, it was disturbed by the sound of horses and horses. It was Zhao Guangyue's men who came here, and their goal was to find Zhao Mansion's Uncle Ming and kill them all.

At the foot of the mountain, his grandfather was making a rabbit out of straw for his grandson. The old man smiled at his grandson, who was playing in the yard under the setting sun, and felt very happy.

He would no longer have to worry about not having a winter coat on this year's winter season. He would no longer have to worry about the family running away from debts while taxes were being levied.

"Grandfather, grandfather, what is this?" The grandson grabbed a small bronze bell on the table and asked the old man curiously while blinking his eyes.

"The old man's smile disappeared in an instant. It was replaced by sadness.

"This is called the 'Three Pure Bells'. Grandfather has bought one to ease his heart. Good grandson, son, don't move. Go and play for a while more!" He looked at something and said helplessly.

He knew that he would not be able to sleep soundly when he returned to the courtyard at the foot of the mountain. He had heard that if he went to the monastery and spent a lot of money to get a Three Clear Bell, it would help him forget his worries. That was why he decided to take a tenth of the money he had obtained from the temple and ask for a Three Clear Bell.

However, after being asked by his grandson just now, the old man still felt uncomfortable. Now, looking at this bell, he actually didn't feel as comfortable as before but instead felt depressed.

If one wanted to know where this dejection came from, one had to start from the master that he had served.

When his master ordered him to do something, the slave had to obey unconditionally. Moreover, he had paid a huge sum of money, so no matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice but to do it brazenly.

When he was hesitating and wandering around the city gate, he met the guy who was fighting very fiercely and chatted with him for a while. That guy knew that he was looking for a killer, so he tried to recommend himself, saying that he was a killer with unparalleled kung fu skills.

Could it be that the young miss of Baili Family was killed by the assassin whom the Zhao Family Master bought the night before? Thinking about this, the old man's heart couldn't help but to 'thump' his heart.

If he did not see that many Blade Coin s, that much money would be enough for his son's family to live a carefree life for the rest of their lives. He might not have gone to find an assassin due to his conscience, and get beaten up by his master, or even lose his old life.

The old man was too deep in his memories to notice that his house was surrounded by a group of men in black.

With a sudden "Ah!", the elder looked up and saw his grandson being hit by something. The child's "grandfather" was lying in a pool of blood before he could call out.

Not good, what was to come had finally arrived!

The old man's heart felt as if it had been crushed into a boulder. His eyes widened as he stared furiously and fearfully at the child lying in the pool of blood. "My grandson! Grandpa has let you down! " The old man held the child who was still bleeding profusely in his chest. An arrow pierced through the child's thin body from his back and left an arrow in his chest.

The old man guessed that this matter had most likely been exposed. He was here to kill him and silence him! Before he could drag his grandson's small body into the house, he heard the sounds of clashing swords and sabers from several places around the courtyard.

Wasn't there someone coming to kill him? Why did it sound like someone was fighting? He lowered his grandson's body and stood up. Looking around, he saw that there were more than ten people fighting on the slope at the back of the courtyard. He knew that the people who had come to kill him were definitely sent by Zhao Family, but he did not know who they were.

Moreover, he had no way of explaining to his son and daughter-in-law that he had gone to the depths of the mountain to chop firewood. Since he had done something wrong and someone wanted to kill him, he might as well stop struggling so much.

His son and daughter-in-law would not be able to return in a short period of time. He definitely could not drag them down with him because of his struggles.

With a "peng" sound, the old man's head knocked into the large water tank in the courtyard, instantly leaving behind a pool of blood.

The two sides fighting on the hillside behind the courtyard had been fighting for a long time before someone discovered that the target had been found.

For the people sent by Zhao Mansion, it was good that he was dead, so there was no need to go through so much trouble.

But for the people sent by Baili’s Mansion, the matter was not good. The patriarch had ordered that once the people following the Zhao Mansion found the target, they would immediately snatch the person away from them and bring him back to Baili’s Mansion. Thus, after guessing that the old man was the target, the first thing they would do was to fight with the people from Zhao Mansion in order to take care of the person from Zhao Mansion and bring the old man back to Baili’s Mansion.

But no matter what, they never would have thought that before the old man's Zhao Mansion acted, he would take care of him by himself.

The head of the Baili Army had confirmed it. That old man had a large black mole on his chin.

In short, they had not completed their mission and did not know how to explain it to their master.

Seeing that their target had died, the people from Zhao Mansion laughed out loud and quickly left. Baili’s Mansion, who had been defeated in hundreds of battles on the battlefield, actually suffered from the ridicule and finger raised by the people from the Zhao Mansion.

Since it had already happened, and the person could not be revived even if they died, the Baili Army looked to be in a sickly state as they hurried towards the Baili’s Mansion.

Two days later, Baili Chenyang received Baili Army from the depths of the mountains to the west of the city. Seeing how they went, and how they came back, Baili Chenyang immediately understood that they didn't bring him back.

The leader of Baili Army told him the story of that day in the mountain. Although it was the first time Baili Army was unable to successfully complete the mission, it at least verified his and Baili Ange's guesses that the assassination was really Concubine Zhao's doing.

"Ange, the group of people starting from Zhao Mansion went to kill others. That was an old man with a black mole on his chin." Baili Chenyang said to Baili Ange.

"One of them is dead!" Baili Ange let out a long sigh, then continued, "But we can confirm that it was Concubine Zhao who wanted to kill me!"

Ange, don't worry. I will definitely not let her hurt you again. If she dares to touch my sister, I think she has lived enough. Baili Chenyang hugged his sister tightly and comforted her.