Reborn Totalitarian Queen

Chapter 513: Throwing Himself (4)
The night is dark, the three-story building is more than ten feet high, she can only see a few dark shadows when she looks down, but no matter how hazy the images are, because the outlines are so familiar, she can recognize them at a glance .

It's Yin Zhan.

No matter how he found here, but at that moment, the tight string in her heart suddenly relaxed, and there was no sense of urgency or oppression anymore.

Yin Zhan and his party ran to the bottom of the tower, but when they looked up, they didn't see any traces on the tower. Wei Heng became a little impatient, "Could it be that the fourth lady is still trapped in the tower? Your subordinates will lead people up to look for it?"

In this case, you can only go in and try your luck.

Yin Zhan was about to nod, but another guard standing behind him said vigilantly: "Master, look there—"

He raised his finger to the platform on the third floor. Although no one could be seen there, but at this time the torches on the other side of the pagoda were lit, and a little shadow of the person hiding in the shadow fell to the ground. This image looked up little by little, and what he saw was naturally Song Chuxi's hiding place.

At this time, Song Chuxi just felt weak and staggered out from behind the wall.

Yin Zhan looked up and couldn't help holding his breath, but he lifted the corner of his robe and subconsciously ran two steps forward.

In this situation, the two cannot communicate at all.

He hastily opened his arms, and Song Chuxi also exerted the last bit of strength, climbed over the railing on the edge of the platform and jumped down.

She really had no strength. When there was no rescue, she could no longer rely on willpower to support her, but now she was exhausted, and she was unwilling to expend any more effort.

Yin Zhan picked her up steadily, didn't even have time to look at her, hugged her and walked over the wall the same way.

The group came and went quickly.

The guards in the Stupa were all led to the front, but they came and went calmly, without disturbing anyone.

At this time, Wei Lin had already returned to the mansion to catch the carriage.

Without saying a word, Yin Zhan carried Song Chuxi into the carriage, closed the door, and heard him say in a deep voice, "Go home."

Wei Lin hurriedly directed the coachman to turn around.

Wei Heng took Song Chuxi's horse along with him. In order to avoid Yin Shao's eyes and ears chasing the murderer, the group turned into a remote alley and detoured towards the Prince Xuan's Mansion.

As soon as Yin Zhan left, Wei Heng sent a signal, and the guards pretending to be assassins quickly withdrew.

After all this tossing, the entire Pagoda was in chaos.

Yin Shao rushed over in a hurry, and when he saw the fire in the temple from a distance, he immediately became angry.

"Your Highness." The guards who were scurrying in front of the tower like headless flies rushed up to plead guilty. Yin Shao's face was dark, and he said coldly before he finished speaking: "Put out all the torches outside. Fall, have you all forgotten what I said?"

"Yes!" The guard was guilty of breaking the pagoda because of his negligence, so he quickly ordered someone to extinguish the torch.

Yin Shao walked in with a cold face.

Jiang Chenghai looked around, and while chasing his steps in, he asked, "What's going on? Why did it suddenly become like this?"

"An assassin broke in." The guard said, sweating profusely, not daring to look at Yin Shao's face, "The subordinates are negligent and are following them."

"Assassin?" Jiang Chenghai was greatly surprised and looked at Yin Shao in disbelief.

Yin Shao's back, who was walking briskly, suddenly stopped, and he couldn't help turning his head.

He didn't speak, but his face was so gloomy that he could almost drip water.

The guard lowered his head in embarrassment, and quickly knelt down, "The specific subordinates don't know what's going on, but they suddenly saw the guard upstairs sending a signal, saying that someone broke into the secret passage on the seventh floor. The subordinate was about to go up to check, the people upstairs were probably discovered, started killing people, and then fled in all directions, this subordinate led people to chase after it."

This can't be blamed on his poor eyesight. Originally, there was a commotion upstairs, and before the people below had time to check it out, Yin Zhan's voices followed immediately. They would think that those were the assassins who broke into the tower. Not surprising.

"Your Highness—" Jiang Chenghai gasped.

Yin Shao didn't say much, and went upstairs directly, "Go and see first."

A group of people climbed up the steps and went straight to the seventh floor. The lower floors were all the same. When they reached the sixth floor, they could already smell the smell of blood.

Immediately, Jiang Chenghai had an uneasy premonition in his heart, and rushed up quickly, rushed over to take a look, and saw the corpses and blood that hadn't dried up outside the stone gate.

At this time, the two guards who went in to check had already turned back, both of them were ashen-faced, staring at the scene in front of them in fear.

Yin Shao came up from downstairs, seeing this situation, his eyes turned cold.

His eyes swept over, and without saying a word, the two guards had already knelt down in unison.

"What's going on?" Jiang Chenghai asked.

"Secret room—" The two guards were not confident enough to raise their heads and murmured: "Someone broke in, killed—killed Yang Ping, and—give—the secret room where the letters and secret reports are stored— Set it on fire."

When they got to the back, they were obviously a little panicked, and they could hardly hear the sound.

"What?" Jiang Chenghai let out a low growl, stepped forward, grabbed one of them by the collar, and reconfirmed with a flushed face, "Say it again, what's wrong with Yang Ping?"

"Dead—dead!" The guard's terrified voice trembled, "They are all dead. All the guards on the seventh floor were killed, and there was not a single one alive."

And the most frightening thing is that so many people died here, they didn't even know it, and when they caught up, they didn't even see a ghost.

If it weren't for the fact that the wounds on these people's bodies could clearly distinguish the murder weapon, it would almost make people suspect that it was not artificial at all.

Yin Shao stood there with a cold face, without saying a word for a while.

If it was anger, no one here would be more angry than him.

(End of this chapter)