Chapter 132 Killing Mu He
"Could Ye Feiyang be the same Ye Feiyang who ruined Lord Saran's plan?!"
After hearing Mu He's words, the man opposite thought for a moment and then said in shock.
"That's him."
Mu He nodded and looked at Ye Feiyang on the street, with a hint of joy in his gloomy eyes. He thought to himself.
"I thought you wouldn't come to the ancient capital again, but I didn't expect you to actually come. Let's see how you die this time!"
As he thought about it, a sinister smile appeared on Mu He's face.
"Hehehe!!!"
After meeting Zhang Sanpang, Zhao Kunsan and others, Ye Feiyang returned to the residence that Mu Bai had found for him.
"What a coincidence."
Ye Feiyang stood in front of the window, looking at the yard next door, his eyes gradually becoming deep, and he murmured.
He asked around about Mu He's location and was surprised to find that he was right next to the house where he currently lived.
As for why Ye Feiyang asked others about Mu He's residence instead of asking Mu Bai, it was because he had no close relationship with Mu He. If he rashly asked Mu Bai, even though he would tell him, he had come to kill Mu He. If Mu He died in the past few days, Mu Bai would definitely become suspicious of him and even guess that he was the murderer.
Moreover, Mu He's identity as the Grand Deacon of Lanpao Hu Jin has not been exposed. In Mu Bai's eyes, he is still the good uncle who treats him well and helps him a lot.
Ye Feiyang killed Mu He. Even though Mu Bai had no evidence to prove it, he still felt uncomfortable and even alienated.
"I'm back."
Seeing Mu He's figure appear in the yard, Ye Feiyang took out a blue robe from the space ring and put it on, then disappeared in the room.
"Who are you!"
Mu He just opened the door and saw a man in a blue robe sitting on the sofa, pouring tea into a cup with a teapot in his hand, a hint of vigilance in his eyes. He took a deep breath and said calmly.
"I wonder if Head Butler Hu Jin still remembers me."
The blue-robed man sitting on the sofa lifted the hat that covered his face, revealing his handsome young face. He looked at Mu He with a half-smile.
When Mu He heard the name of Chief Deacon Hu Jin, his pupils shrank and he looked at the blue-robed man in horror. After seeing the blue-robed man's face, he was horrified.
"It's you!"
Mu He quickly suppressed his shock, a sinister smile appeared on his face, and he said in a deep voice.
"Ye Feiyang, although I don't know how you know my identity, but aren't you a little too arrogant to appear right in front of me? As long as I kill you, my position as the Tiger Grand Deacon will not be exposed, and no one will know."
"You surprised me. I thought you would deny your identity."
Ye Feiyang looked at Mu He with a hint of surprise in his eyes and said lightly.
"Haha, there's no need for me to hide my identity from a dead person. I also want you to be a clear-headed ghost."
Mu He laughed twice, then said with confidence.
"This saves me a lot of effort."
Ye Feiyang put the teacup on the coffee table, stood up from the sofa and muttered.
"What!?"
The next second, Mu He covered his neck tightly, blood stained his hands and flowed out continuously. His eyes were wide open and he stared at Ye Feiyang who appeared in front of him in an instant, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.
Until his death, he could not understand why a high-level wizard like him was killed so easily by Ye Feiyang. You know, he had an expensive magic armor!
Ye Feiyang stretched out his hand and pushed Mu He, who fell straight to the ground. His hands were spread on the ground, and his face turned pale quickly.
Looking at Mu He who was gradually losing his vitality, Ye Feiyang did not leave, but sat back on the sofa.
Mu He, you should thank me because I killed you in advance. That's why you are still the good brother in Mu Zhuoyun's eyes and the good uncle of Mu Bai, instead of the filthy and despised High Deacon Hu Jin.
After thinking about it, Ye Feiyang picked up the teacup on the tea table and took a sip. A stone in his heart was removed, and Ye Feiyang felt that his breathing was much smoother.
"I'm actually very curious, how did you know his identity as the Great Deacon of Hu Jin?"
A soft and charming voice came from every corner of the room, making it impossible to tell the true source of the voice.
Ye Feiyang's face remained calm when he heard the voice. He picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and pushed it across the coffee table. He said lightly.
"You don't need to know this. Let's end the matter of the ancient capital here."
"You're controlling me? Why do you control me?"
The sound was very soft at first, and then suddenly became sharp and piercing.
Ye Feiyang slowly raised his head and looked at the mature, charming and beautiful woman sitting opposite him, his eyes as calm as water. He said lightly.
"Your plan will not succeed in the ancient capital."
"How can you know it won't work if you don't try?"
The beautiful woman's voice returned to calmness. She reached out to pick up the teacup and took a sip.
"I will stop you."
Ye Feiyang muttered with a hint of indifference in his eyes.
"You know better than I do what this country has."
"Yes, and this is the only way that suits my plan. When the world hears my name, they will shudder with fear, and the wicked will worship me as a god. Isn't that a good thing?"
As the woman spoke, a look of intoxication appeared on her face.
"You know, you are the last thing he wants to see right now."
"He, he's already dead! Since he chose that path, my appearance has nothing to do with him!!!"
When Ye Feiyang's words fell into the woman's ears, the calmness on her face disappeared instantly, and her face was full of madness, like a crazy beauty.
Ye Feiyang looked at the mad and enchanting beauty before him, as if giving her a final word of advice. He said in a deep voice.
"We don't want to see you like this either."
"You? Don't you hate him? After all, you cried and begged him, but he made such a decision without any hesitation."
It seemed that Ye Feiyang's words had worked. The woman came out of her frenzied state, stood up from the sofa, sat next to Ye Feiyang, and whispered.
"Do I hate him?"
Ye Feiyang's face showed a trace of confusion, and then he looked at the woman beside him with a trace of anger on his face. "Don't use the bewitching sound on me!"
The woman ignored the anger on Ye Feiyang's face and said indifferently, "Didn't you use the soothing method on me as well?"
"Don't mention him. You've made up your mind, right?"
Ye Feiyang no longer dwelled on that topic and said in a deep voice.
"Of course. I want to see whether you, who have been called the Little Saint since birth, are more virtuous or I am more evil."
The corners of the woman's mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile that could charm everyone, and she chuckled.
"Since you insist, let's use the events of the ancient capital to make a bet."