Chapter 163 So Vicious (1)

Chapter 163 So Vicious (1)

"Father!" Ban Hua turned over and got off the horse. Before Rong Xia could react, he felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and his fiancée ran a few feet away. He hastily asked his guards to rush over, and helped the Ban's guards to surround the wooden building where the flower pots fell.

"Father, are you okay?" Ban Hua pulled Ban Huai's sleeve and looked back and forth carefully several times.

"It's okay, it's okay," Ban Huai hadn't realized what happened yet, seeing his daughter looking at him anxiously, he was still a little unresponsive.

Hearing that her father was fine, Banhua immediately felt relieved. She pulled out the whip from her waist, walked to the gate of the small building, and kicked the door hard a few times. A hole was opened in the wooden door. Banhua turned to the guard and said, "Open the door for me!"

After the door was split open, Banhua rushed up with a few guards.

Everyone looked at the dilapidated gate and the serious posture of the Ban's guards, and they were a little scared.

Du Jiu swallowed, looking at the broken door and looking at his uncle's slender waist. If this kicked on his body, would his slender arms and legs be able to stand it?

"See what I do?" Rong Xia dismounted, "Send someone to report to the officials."

"Yes." Du Jiu was in awe of the future uncle and wife.

"Uncle," Rong Xia walked to Ban Huai's side, "You haven't been frightened, have you?"

"I'm fine." Ban Huai had already come to his senses at this moment. He looked at the huge clay flowerpot on the ground and couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. If it hit him, his life might be over.

Rong Xia asked the guards to protect the scene. By the way, he took a look at the soil. The soil that fell on the ground was soft and did not condense. The flower pots also looked very new, not as if they had been used for a long time.

Growing flowers is also particular. Different flowers require different pots. The flowers that fell down with the flower pots are very cheap and can be seen everywhere, as if they were randomly dug from the fields, but this heavy clay pot cost nearly a hundred dollars to buy. For most ordinary people, they are reluctant to spend so much money on such a flower pot.

"Uncle, we may have to invite officials from Dali Temple." Rong Xia rubbed the soil in the flower pot, stood up and said to Ban Huai, "This may not be an accident, but a murder."

"What?" Ban Huai looked at Rong Xia in surprise, "I'm an idle dandy, why are these people killing me?"

Rong Xia: ...

He found that the Ban family members seemed to be less particular about their speech.

"No matter what the reason is, this matter cannot be taken lightly," Rong Xia couldn't help but rejoice, fortunately, Uncle just glanced at them, then turned around and walked this way, otherwise today he would only be blood spattered on the spot.

Thinking of Banhua's relationship with his family, Rong Xia's heart trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to think about the consequences of the assassination if he succeeded.

"Boom!"

There was a sound in the wooden building, and Rong Xia was worried that something would happen to Ban Hua, so she raised her foot and wanted to go into the wooden building, but Ban Huai stretched out her hand to stop her.

"Junpo," Ban Huai coughed dryly, "Let this matter be left to Huahua, so you don't have to go. This kid is good at everything, but when he gets angry, he does things that are not serious, you..."

"ah!"

A man's scream came from the wooden building, and Ban Huai trembled. Facing the suspicious eyes of his future son-in-law, Ban Huai laughed dryly, turned his head and pretended not to see anything.

Soon there was the sound of weapons being handed over in the wooden building. Rong Xia saw that a force had been used inside and was dragged by Ban Huai again, so she said to Du Jiu, "Go in and have a look."

"Yes." Du Jiu avoided the soil and flower pots on the ground with a dignified expression, and ran in quickly.

There were more and more people watching the commotion, and soon people from the infantry yamen in the capital also came. Seeing that there were so many people watching the commotion, they pulled a rope to surround the small wooden building. The head official felt a headache when he saw Ban Huai, and was about to greet him when he heard a howl like a slaughtered pig, which made his shoulders tremble uncontrollably.

"Inside..." the official cupped his fists at Ban Huai, "Excuse me, my lord, are the guards of your mansion inside?"

Ban Huai nodded, but did not speak.

From time to time, there were a few screams, and the officials shrank their necks and sighed. The guards of the Jingting Mansion really deserved to be the descendants of military generals. The methods of catching villains are different from others. Those who know are catching assassins. Those who don’t know think there are people Kill pigs in the building.

After Du Jiu ran into the wooden building, he saw two men lying behind the counter on the first floor, who looked like a shopkeeper and a waiter. He bent down and felt the pulse of the two men, and he was relieved that they were still alive.

This wooden building should be some years old, and there was a creaking sound under his feet. As soon as Du Jiu walked to the corner, he saw a person from upstairs rolling down like a jar. He dodged to the side, and the person hit the wall at the corner There was a dull crashing sound, and after shaking his legs twice, there was no more movement.

He knelt down and looked at the man's palm. There were calluses on the tiger's mouth, and his arms were strong and strong. He should be a person who often worked hard or used weapons, but the clothes on his body were dirty and worn out, and he didn't look like a professional assassin. This man's face was covered with blood, his face was swollen so badly that he couldn't see, and he didn't know what he looked like. Seeing that he was still alive, the people from the yamen also came, so Du Jiu didn't care about him anymore.

There was still movement from upstairs, so it could be seen that the assassin was not alone. When he went upstairs, he saw a man lying not far from the stairs. His appearance was not much better than the one lying at the corner of the stairs. It was also tattered, and there were traces of being whipped.

Thinking of the whip, he gasped.

Looking around, he saw Ban Hua lashing a man in gray with a whip on the crotch. Before the man's screams were over, Ban Hua trampled on the ground mercilessly, kicking hard with his feet. Grinding the unspeakable parts of men.

The man didn't know whether it was because of the pain or he had passed out, his face was pale and pale, and he didn't even make a sound.

Still puzzled, Ban Hua kicked the man on the ground again, and turned to look at the only assassin who could speak. With a flick of the whip, the whip wrapped around the assassin's neck like a spirit snake.

"Say, who sent you here?!" Banhua stared at the guard with red eyes, and the smile on his face was no longer the same as before.

Du Jiu couldn't help but stop, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. He didn't know if it was his illusion. He felt that Princess Fule's current appearance was not right.

The assassin grabbed his own neck, his face was flushed, and he couldn't speak a word.