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Dark Valley? In the Netherworld Valley.

Han Yan took a little time to confirm the two words that the young prince had said. She cautiously asked, "Is the young prince referring to the one who took in the dead and sold the dead?"

Zhao Qingyan nodded slightly. "Do you know much about the Netherworld Valley?"

Han Yan thought for a moment, "The Netherworld Valley is a sect that has only appeared in recent years. The people inside rarely walk in the martial arts world, and all I know about it is the speculation that has been passed down in the martial arts world."

Zhao Qingyan said, "That's enough. You only need to know who we are working with this time. "

Han Yan was somewhat surprised. After a moment of thought, he asked, "Young Prince, do you want these people who have been granted amnesty to go directly into the Netherworld Valley?"

Zhao Qingyan nodded. "Most of the people released by the amnesty this time were people who had been killed but had nothing to do with the government. With their skills, they were experts that were hard to find in the martial arts world. Most of them traveled alone in order to stay in prison for several years, and some even stayed for more than ten years without anyone trying to save them. After being locked up for so long, it would be difficult for them to find a foothold in the martial arts world. "As for the Dark Valley, it's the best place for them to rest."

Han Yan asked, "Does Young Prince have a list of these people?"

Zhao Qingyan took a folded piece of paper and pushed it to him, "There are a total of forty-two people. The nineteen people in front are all prisoners held within the imperial household. You should recognize them."

Han Yan picked up the token and put it aside. He opened it up and glanced at it before nodding. "Yes."

Zhao Qingyan switched the soup between her other hand and asked, "What do you think? How likely are they going to stay in the Nethervale Kingdom?" Even though he had bound his palm tightly with a piece of cloth, it was unknown if he could feel the warmth of his palm.

Han Yan thought for a moment. "At least 13 people will choose to stay in the Dark Valley. As for the rest, I'm not sure." He ran his finger over a list of names. The thirteen names he mentioned happened to be linked together.

Zhao Qingyan nodded, indicating for him to continue.

Han Yan's finger paused at the first name of the section of the Sky Prison, revealing a trace of a smile, "It's fine with others, but the person that the young prince cares about the most is this person, right?"

Zhao Qingyan smiled. "Of course I care. It's also a surprise that Ran Ran was released at this time."

Han Yan's gaze landed on an inconspicuous name on the list and helplessly shook his head. "After waiting for so long, will Young Prince finally let him leave on his own?"

Zhao Qingyan said, "With my status, I can release Bai Ye anytime, but I have no place to place him. This is a pretty good opportunity, it will not harm him at all. "

Han Yan sighed, "This child will definitely be reluctant to part with you."

Zhao Qingyan was silent for a moment. Then, his expression relaxed a little. "If I have the chance, I will go and see him."

Han Yan nodded his head, and secretly measured the strength of the people on the list, and after a moment he asked, "How many people will the Valley of the Underworld send? These people will not be at the mercy of others. "

Zhao Qingyan did not seem to mind. "You only need to bring them over. As for the rest, you don't need to worry."

Han Yan did not pursue the matter, but asked, "What about the rest of the guards that are in charge of escorting them? Did you manage to get an answer from them? "

Zhao Qingyan said, "People in the imperial household have been working in the martial arts world all year round. Everyone knows what they should say and what they shouldn't say. As for the people from the Board of Justice, they were dealt with immediately. After all, after leaving the capital, it would be the martial arts world. The Board of Justice should have no interest in the matters of the martial arts world. "

Han Yan nodded. "I understand." He reached for the token.

"Wait a moment."

Zhao Qingyan placed his hand on the token as his expression turned serious, "After this trip, you will be mine regardless of whether it is in the open or in the dark." If one day I die, you will be implicated. "Are you going to take this token or not? Have you decided?"

Han Yan was slightly startled, and revealed a somewhat helpless and amused expression, "Young prince, are you trying to see my loyalty, or are you determined to see it?"

Zhao Qingyan's gaze fell on the token and he asked, "Is this your decision?"

Han Yan laughed. "Choosing the master is always a wise move. Who doesn't know that I have been indebted to someone for being able to sit in my current position? I serve the young prince because I want to become a government official. I secretly swear my loyalty to the young prince because I have a favor to ask of you. The blood feud that I have carried with me is something that I will never be able to avenge in my life. But with the help of Young Master, there will at least be some hope. "

Zhao Qingyan squinted at him and looked at his calm eyes. He slowly loosened his fingers, "This is my last warning. Don't make the wrong master."

Han Yan picked up the command medallion and gripped it tightly. "I believe that this choice of mine is correct, even more than Young Prince thinks."

Zhao Qingyan raised his eyebrows and laughed, "I've come back from this errand. I had a drink, but I didn't get any credit."

Han Yan shrugged his shoulders. "If the wine is good, there must be dishes and wine."

Zhao Qingyan said, "Sure."

Han Yan stood up and bowed. "If there are no other orders, then I will take my leave first."

Zhao Qingyan nodded, indicating for him to do as he pleased.

"Does Young Master trust him?" When he left, he closed the door and walked back to Zhao Qingyan's side.

Zhao Qingyan asked lightly, "Didn't I tell you to follow behind me in case of any accidents?"

Ran Hao was silent for a moment, "Young master knows, I'm not asking about this."

Zhao Qingyan lowered his eyes and stirred the soup with his spoon. He found a few ginseng whiskers and asked, "Other than him, what other people in the royal family can be trusted and used?"

"Xia Fan and Shen Yifan." Ran Hao suddenly said, "The two of them might not be useless."

Zhao Qingyan raised his head and looked at him in surprise. Then, he laughed: "I had that intention. The two of them could use it, but not for now. After all, it's a sharp knife that I've been paying attention to for many years. "

Ran Hao said: "This blade is too sharp, it is not suitable to stay by my side."

Zhao Qingyan took a spoonful of soup and tasted it, "The reason I dared to keep this knife by my side is because I have you. So what if it's too fast? So what if you help me grind him down? "At least, let him be a little more obedient."

Ran Hao was startled for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, I understand."

Zhao Qingyan drank the soup and thought to himself, "Xia Fan is too upright for Shen Yi Fan's people. These two sabers were naturally good at using, but they couldn't be used well. "It's time to find a few more obedient blades."

Ran Hao asked: "Do you need me to make the arrangements?"

"No rush." Zhao Qingyan glanced at him and passed the empty bottle to him. "Time is of the essence."

Ran Hao took it. After thinking for a moment, he answered, "Yes."

Zhao Qingyan watched as the candle light dimmed. She was lost in thought. "How good is this saber? It all depends on what happens in three days."

— —

"Young master, they're here." Gong Tianxiong listened attentively to the bird cries that rose and fell one after another. Suddenly, he issued a warning.

The man in cyan slightly nodded his head, indicating that he had heard it too. "There's no rush. We'll talk about it after the others release it."

Gongzi gave a meaningful glance to the people behind him. "Get ready, don't act rashly for now."

"Yes." The dozens of people lowered their heads in agreement before silently dispersing.

The green-robed young master raised his head to look at the sun that was rising in the middle of the sky. He tilted his head and asked, "Does it affect you greatly?"

Gongzi was slightly startled, he understood what he meant and shook his head: "Most of the assassins who came were people from the Hall of Blood, not to mention this wilderness, there are a lot of hidden places. Even if it's in a busy city, they wouldn't be affected that much. "

The green-robed young master said, "There are a total of forty-one of them. The people that they are in charge of, have they already been warned? "

Gongzi replied: "Yes, once the forty-one assassins failed, there would be someone to take their place. They should be safe. Then, we will be surrounded by Zhong Li and his people. We are ready. "

The green-clothed gongzi revealed a satisfied smile, "That's good. Everything is ready, just wait for the fat to come up to your mouth. "

— —

"Alright, let's do it here." Han Yan looked around, his eyes were wide open, and all was quiet. It was a good place to release people.

"Get off!" "Come out!" The jail cart opened, and the prisoners got off with their hands tied. Seeing the freedom right in front of their eyes, their expressions couldn't help but fluctuate.

Han Yan counted the numbers and confirmed that there was no mistake. "Let go of the bindings."

The sharp blades broke the ropes, and the guards sheathed their swords. They retreated a few steps, indicating that they could leave.

"Sir Han."

Han Yan turned his head and smiled at the teenager, "Bai Ye, you called me out for something?"

The youth smiled shyly, "It's nothing much, just that thanks for taking care of me all these years." "I'm still not used to suddenly leaving."

Han Yan teased, "Then don't go, why don't you go back and live with me?"

Bai Ye quickly said, "Then forget it, there's no need …" "I am …"

When Han Yan saw him so frightened, he was immediately amused. "What are you afraid of? Even if I did bring you back, there wouldn't be any place for you to live. "Since you're out, you should take a good walk around the martial arts world."

"Then, do I still have a chance to see you two?" Bai Ye pursed her lips and asked softly. Then, she hurriedly added, "I'm just asking, there's no other reason!"

Han Yan froze for a moment. Seeing the worry and uneasiness on his face, he patted his shoulder and said, "Live well and try your best to make a name for yourself in the martial arts world. We will definitely meet again in the future."

Bai Ye asked in disbelief, "Really?"

Han Yan couldn't help but laugh as he thought of something. "Maybe you won't want to see it when the time comes, but you'll still have to." He took out a cloth bag from his pocket, weighed it in his hand, and handed it to him. "Take this. You can eat some if you have nothing else to do on the road."

Bai Ye hesitated and took it. She touched its shape and asked, "What is this?"

"Stir-fried beans …" Just as Han Yan was about to reply, a few people came over from the side and picked up the bag in Bai Ye's hand, immediately raising his eyebrows, "What are you doing? Put it down! "

The person who took the bag chuckled. "Sir Han, you're in trouble. How can you just give him the good stuff?"

Seeing that he did not take his words seriously, Han Yan immediately burst out laughing in anger. "He is a child. How old are you? A thirty or forty year old man fighting over food with a teenager.

Bai Ye timidly said, "About this … Actually, even if I don't eat it, I can still …"

Han Yan had just snatched the bean back. Hearing his words, he smiled mischievously, "I brought this from the Qi King Manor. Are you sure you don't want it?"

Bai Ye was startled and quickly said, "Yes!"

Han Yan looked at the youth's clean eyes and sighed secretly. He handed the bag back to the teenager and said, "Take it with you this time. Don't let anyone snatch it away."

Bai Ye kept the cloth bag in his embrace, and stared at the people around him, baring his teeth like a small beast.

The middle-aged man who had stolen the beans waved his hands and laughed, "We will not snatch it. Don't worry, we will not snatch it." "Eat slowly. Relax, relax …" Han Yan, who was watching from the side, shrugged and muttered, "We have to be able to get it."

Han Yan also threw up his hands, "I was just speaking the truth. You can't blame me for not being able to defeat him …"

"Who is it!"

A shout interrupted everyone's thoughts. The prisoner who was moving his wrist subconsciously moved to the side when he heard the sound. The group of guards immediately gripped the sabers at their waists, preparing to draw them.

Han Yan lightly moved his finger, silently holding the dagger in his sleeve and took a few steps back.

From hearing the sound to dodging, it took less than a breath of time. He didn't even have the time to make any more movements before a cold object was stuck to his neck and his cold voice softly sounded in his ear, "Don't move."

When the guards unsheathed their sabers, all the prisoners had thin blades stuck to their necks.

Forty-one masked men in white were slim and agile. Most of the weapons in their hands were about the size of three fingers and looked like willow leaf blades.

Forty-one prisoners, almost simultaneously.

Such a large number of people, such nimble skills and such unified weapons were absolutely the kind of subordinates that could only be trained by first-rate sects in the martial world.

Han Yan was speechless. Seeing that a few familiar prisoners were looking at him, he pretended not to see them and cupped his fist in greeting, "The imperial government's work ends here." We will not interfere in the matters of the martial arts world. Everyone, I wish you good fortune. " He waved his hand. "Retreat."

"Save …" Bai Ye let out an anxious cry. The sharp blade at the side of his neck lightly cut through a layer of his skin. The pain made him not dare to continue speaking.

Han Yan slightly shook his head and gave him a look. The youth pursed his lips and didn't struggle anymore.

Gongzi smiled as he cupped his fists in return, "Thank you for your trouble, my lords. Take care."

Han Yan shrugged his shoulders. "You're welcome." Without another word, he turned around and left. The rest of the guards seemed to have received orders a long time ago. They put away their swords and sheaths before leaving. The sounds of the wheels rolling on the ground and the footsteps gradually faded away.

He listened attentively for a moment, then asked, "Who are you?"

Gongzi dropped to one knee, lowering his eyes to the ground. "Subordinate Gongzi greets Shadow."

"The shadow is not him, it's me." Before he could react, a black shadow appeared soundlessly and landed in front of Gongzi. Only half of his face was covered by a silver mask and the majority of his face was hidden under a cloak. One could not see the expression in his eyes.

He had a cloak over his arm. After he landed, he moved towards Ran Ling and covered him with the cloak. He whispered a few words into his ear.

"I know, thank you."

Gongzi's eyes revealed a hint of surprise, he raised his hand to signal the assassins not to worry, "You came too?"

The silhouette said indifferently, "With master here, how could I not come?"

"Just in time." A green figure appeared in the distance. His figure was tall and his clothes fluttered, and the smile on his lips was slightly coquettish and leisurely. "I've waited a long time for you."

The silhouette bowed, "I've kept you waiting."