Updated: 2012-09-03

The door was closed again, Yingren frowned, Feng Wuma was about to step forward, Yingren reached out to stop him, shook his head and said, "Wait a minute."

Not long after, he heard footsteps behind the door, and then the door was opened again. This time, the Scar Man not only opened a gap, but also opened the door completely, and then stood aside with a white lantern, "Come in."

Wang Han looked at Chu Huan and saw Chu Huan nodding. He immediately led several Imperial Guard soldiers and others to go in first. Behind the gate, there was a courtyard, which was depressed and had no beauty. After Wang Han and others entered, they observed around and confirmed that there was no ambush. Then they nodded outside the gate. Yingren then stepped into the courtyard surrounded by everyone.

As soon as he entered the yard, Feng Wuma immediately made a gesture, leaving four soldiers from the twelve guards outside the gate of Zhongyi Village. After letting others enter the yard, they were arranged in a staggered manner, and in just a moment, they ensured that Yingren, who was in the center, would not be attacked by sneak attacks.

Yingren entered the yard, looked at the scar man holding a white lantern, and asked, "Are you Cai Shisan?"

The Scar man shook his head and said, "The owner of the manor is waiting."

"Where?" Yingren asked hurriedly, "Take me to see him."

The scar man bent slightly and said, "Please follow me."

Chu Huan suddenly said, "Why didn't the owner of Guizhuang come to meet?"

The Scar Man glanced at Chu Huan and said, "The owner of the manor just suffered a serious illness and has not recovered yet and is about to take care of him. If he wants to see him, he can go to see him, but he can't come."

Yingren thought for a while and finally said, "Take me to see him." He said to Chu Huan, "Chu Huan, Feng Wuma, come with me."

The two agreed, and the Scar Man led the way in front with a lantern. Chu Huan and Feng Wuma followed one by one, but Li Maotu winked, and four Divine Clothing Guards followed from afar.

Walking along a path to the depths of the house, the night wind blew and the yin energy was strong. When I arrived at a small courtyard, the Scar led a few people in and then entered a room in the courtyard with lights on.

Everything passing by on the road was as dark as ink, but this lonely lamp was very conspicuous.

The yard was very deserted. The Scarman walked to the door and whispered: "Master, the mansion has arrived." After that, he pushed open the door that was hidden.

A "creaking" sound sounded, Chu Huan and Feng Wuma were on guard. Yingren hesitated slightly and finally walked into the door. He saw that the furnishings in the house were very simple, and he saw dense spiritual signs at the entrance.

Several long desks, with black wood spirit signs on them, with four rows, more than a hundred spiritual positions. There are melons and fruits on the middle table, and two extremely thick white candles were lit. The fire in the house was emitted by the candlelight.

Suddenly, Yingren was obviously surprised when he saw several rows of dense spiritual cards. With a "Oh", he couldn't help but take two steps back, and Feng Wuma and Chu Huan's hands were already tightly clenched.

But he heard an old voice beside him, saying, "Your Highness, don't be afraid. These heroic spirits are the loyal souls of the Great Qin Empire. Without them, there might not be the existence of Your Highness in the world. They protected Your Highness's family during their lifetime and would be loyal to Your Highness's family after their death."

The voice was old and slow. Several people turned their heads to look at it. There was a chair in the corner of the house. An old man with white hair was sitting on the chair, wearing a brown shirt, and a blanket on his knees. In the dim corner, he looked extremely strange.

"Without them, there would be no king?" Yingren frowned: "What do you mean?"

The old man lifted the blanket and slowly stood up. It seemed a little difficult. He stood up and faced Yingren, then slowly knelt down and said respectfully: "See the prince!"

Chu Huan and Feng Wuma looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with shock and suspicion. They didn't know what the old man was, but since he called himself a "subject", he was obviously not an ordinary citizen.

Yingren raised his hand and said, "Get up."

The old man stood up as if he had difficulty, he stared at Yingren, while Chu Huan and Feng Wuma stared at him.

The old man looked like he was in his seventies or eighties, extremely old, with wrinkles on his face piled up together and extremely loose, while his eyes looked very turbid.

"Please sit down with your highness!" The old man pointed to a chair, Yingren nodded, walked over and sat down, and looked at the old man and said, "You look in poor health, sit down and talk."

The old man said respectfully, "Thank you Your Highness!" He was not polite, and sat down on his chair, covered it with a blanket, and said to the Scar Man beside the door: "Make tea!"

The Scar Man was obviously very awe of the old man, and bowed to retreat. Yingren had already shook his head and said, "No need." He looked at the old man and said, "You haven't answered me yet. You just said that without these people, there would be no king. I don't understand this... I don't understand."

The old man did not give an explanation immediately, showed a faint smile and aging voice: "Your Highness, how old do you think of the ministers now?"

Yingren was stunned and frowned and said, "It should be sixty, right?" He still reserved it. The old man looked at least seventy years old.

The old man showed a desolate smile and shook his head and said, "Your Highness is wrong. I am only forty-six years old this year!"

"What?" Yingren was shocked and suddenly changed color, while Chu Huan and Feng Wuma were also stunned.

The old man was not less than seventy years old in terms of appearance or spirit, but he claimed to be only forty-six years old. Why didn't he be surprised? Feng Wuma and Chu Huan looked at each other again, and felt more and more strange.

Looking at Yingren's posture, he looked for Cai Shisan as soon as he came to Zhongyi Village. He seemed to know who Cai Shisan was and knew something about this person, but Yingren's performance seemed to know nothing about Cai Shisanyi at this moment.

Feng Wuma asked calmly: "Are you Cai Shisan?"

The owner of the manor nodded and said, "The real name is Cai Quan. He killed thirteen people in a row in one battle, and got the nickname Cai Shisan."

Yingren frowned and said, "You said you are only forty-six years old now, but... but why do you look so old?"

"A man was injured by a knife and stayed in this room for twenty years. He accompanied these loyal soul positions every day. If it were someone else, he would not have been too young." The owner of the manor Cai Shisan said with a faint smile.

Yingren pondered for a moment and finally said, "This time I came here, I was entrusted by the prince's brother to come to get something."

The owner of the manor was not surprised, obviously as expected, nodded and said, "Twenty years have passed, and my subordinates have been waiting for this day. Your Highness came this time, which can be regarded as fulfilling his duties." He sighed and said, "I have lived for twenty years, neither a man nor a ghost, but I am just loyal to my duties. Over the past twenty years, my subordinates have counted their days and finally waited for today."

Yingren couldn't help asking, "You said you have been here for twenty years? Why have you waited twenty years? Who asked you to wait for twenty years? Is the loyalty you said is for that thing?"

The owner of the manor did not answer, but looked at Yingren with a very strange look, as if he wanted to say something, but hesitated for a long time before he slowly said: "Your Highness, it's already very late. I wonder if Your Highness can stay in the manor for a rest tonight, so that these loyal souls can thank Your Highness for your kindness. What Your Highness wants to take will be obtained tomorrow."

Yingren frowned. He just wanted to get the things earlier and leave this Zhongyi Village with a strong and singular energy. If he could leave now, he would not be willing to stay for a moment.

But Cai Shisan's intention was to let himself stay here for a night. Yingren was really reluctant and couldn't help asking, "The thing is not in your hands?"

The owner of the manor stared at Yingren, pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head and said, "It is not in the hands of the minister now, but the minister will definitely hand it over to the prince."

Yingren thought for a while and finally said, "Since that's the case, I will stay here for a night." When he got up, the owner of the manor had already ordered the Scar Man: "Arranging a residence for Your Highness."

Scar Man agreed, Yingren glanced at the dense spiritual cards, looked at Scar Man again, and asked, "How old is he?"

Scarface looks like he is in his early fifties. Since the owner of the manor looks over 70 but is only in his forties, the Scar is probably much younger.

Sure enough, the owner of the manor said calmly: "Twenty years ago, he was only eighteen years old!"

Yingren nodded, but Chu Huan suddenly asked, "There are only two of you in this manor?"

The owner of the manor looked at Chu Huan with a strange look and asked back, "Do you think there will be many people willing to live here in such a place?"

Chu Huan smiled faintly and said, "It's a pity."

Several people left the owner's yard, led by Scarman to another yard, and settled down, but the guards had already guarded the surroundings of the yard under Feng Wuma's command, and others patrolled the manor.

At this time, the night was dark, and Zhongyi Village seemed even more deserted.

Cai Shisan was still sitting on the chair at this time, in the dim corner, like a ghost, but his eyes were quietly looking at the rows of spirit cards, with expressionless faces.

The door was pushed open, and the Scar Man walked lightly to Cai Shisan and said respectfully: "The person has been arranged."

Cai Shisan nodded and did not speak.

"They brought their own dry food, and they did not eat the food prepared in the village." The Scar man whispered: "Master, they are still very cautious about us."

Cai Shisan nodded and said calmly: "This is expected. But it's better."

The Scar man frowned slightly, as if he had something to say, but he didn't say it.

Although Cai Shisan didn't look at his expression, he seemed to guess that he had something to say and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Scar man said: "Borrower, have you... decided?"

Cai Shisan leaned on the chair and said calmly: "From the beginning, I have made up my mind and never changed."

"But..." Scar man's eyelids twitched: "In this case, I'm afraid...!"

Cai Shisan shook his head and interrupted him: "I have decided, so there is no need to say much." He stared at the rows of spiritual positions and said slowly: "No matter what we do, these brothers are watching us. I am already a person who is about to die. At least after death, I have enough qualifications to put them together with their tablets."

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