"There is a problem with your understanding? I said it's a scapegoat. You don't understand what it means to blame?"

The faint smile on Wang Xiao's face was like a grim smile in Zhao Xifeng's eyes.

He has never been so scared before.

"Okay, okay, what a bigger thing. Just like a man, stand up and face it. Compared to those who died tragically at your hands, you will suffer much less pain. Just wait a moment, bear it."

Seeing Wang Xiao put the horizontal knife on his neck, Zhao Xifeng, who used to be arrogant with the reputation of the descendants of the Zhao family, finally felt the horror of death this time.

He cried and begged, "Give me aside, let me aside."

"I want to spare you too, but those who died at your hands are unwilling to do so. Go with peace of mind, and go down to tell the King of Hell clearly that you are not a vain deceased person."

"You deserve it!"

Zhao Xifeng, the second son of Zhao's family, died in his room. It is said that the murderer was a person sent by the Wei family.

Normal people will not believe this kind of insulting IQ, but they cannot withstand the rumors outside.

Zhao Xifeng's death made Chang'an City, which had already entered a state of martial law, even more panic.

The major families in Chang'an City have strengthened their protective forces and strictly prohibited their subordinates from going out for no reason.

The spy systems of each company were running at full strength to try to find out the whereabouts of the murderer.

But the murderer was too cunning. He left no useful clues besides a Weishi token.

Wang Xiao stayed quietly in the mansion of Dingbei Hou for a few days. When the situation outside gradually relaxed, he put on his night clothes and quietly left the mansion.
Chapter completed!