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“Second Uncle, what are you talking about?”

Xiahou Qing could not believe that the man in front of him was his kind and loving second uncle.

It turned out that the fallout happened in an instant. It was as if a hole had been blown open in the riverbank. The mountain torrent that had been accumulating for many years flowed down angrily, not giving him any buffer.

Wherever it passed, faith collapsed!

Xiahou Yi said, “Do you think my stupid brother could have become the City Lord if I hadn’t given in to him? Even you were promoted to the City Lord position by me.”

“Stupid brother…”

Xiahou Qing did not expect his father to be so unbearable in his second uncle’s heart!

He suppressed his anger and said, “In that case, why didn’t you become the City Lord yourself? Why did you give in? Why didn’t you snatch it earlier? Why did you wait until now, when the dust has settled, to want to snatch everything from me?”

Xiahou Yi paused. “Because I was wrong once.”

Xiahou Qing looked at him coldly.

Xiahou Yi looked at the endless night and said, “Among the previous City Lords of the Xiahou family, half of them died of this illness, and there are not many records of whether the rest of the Xiahou family died of this illness. I still remember the night before my brother was about to become the City Lord, he held my hand and said that he was very afraid that as long as he became the City Lord of the Xiahou family, he would not be able to escape this curse. If he dies, he asked me to take good care of you and not let you become the next City Lord.”

This was the first time Xiahou Qing had heard such inside information. For a moment, he did not know if he was surprised or felt that it was ridiculous.

“Is that why my father didn’t announce the heir before he died?”

“That’s right.”

“Then I’m afraid you’ve fallen into a trap.”

Xiahou Qing did not know much about people, but his mind was abnormally clear on certain matters.

Xiahou Yi said, “Yes, I fell into a trap. He had long seen that I was capable and ambitious. In order to prevent me from fighting with him for the position of City Lord, he used this to scare me. I naturally wouldn’t believe it all, but he did fall ill after inheriting the throne. After he died, I had a bold idea.”

Xiahou Qing’s heart suffered another painful blow. “You wanted to help me up and try to see if this curse is real. However, you didn’t expect that as the City Lord, I didn’t fall ill, but you did.”

Xiahou Yi nodded. “Over the years, I’ve thought of many ways to remove the curse.”

Xiahou Qing said seriously, “Second Uncle, this is not a curse. It’s an illness! An illness that has been passed down for generations!”

Xiahou Yi said calmly, “No, this is a curse. Moreover, I’ve found a way to resolve it.”

Xiahou Qing did not want to ask what method it was at all. His second uncle was crazy to say such nonsense.

He said angrily, “Second Uncle, don’t think that pretending to be crazy can make me forgive you for everything you’ve done! Even if you’re my biological Second Uncle, I won’t… be soft-hearted!”

Xiahou Yi suddenly smiled.

Xiahou Qing even heard extremely faint sneer.

Xiahou Qing was not as shocked as before. He could even speak. What was a sneer?

“Come… someone.”

Just as he spat out the word ‘someone’, he felt a lump in his throat.

He covered his throat and tried to pronounce it again, but realized that there was no sound at all.

He… couldn’t speak anymore!

He looked at Xiahou Yi.

Xiahou Yi’s eyes were cold and there was no surprise in them.

He watched as Xiahou Qing covered his throat and fell.

Xiahou Qing’s body began to spasm, and his hands and feet began to tremble.

“Ah… ah…”

Finally, his throat was clear, but he could only let out an extremely low and hoarse cry.

He tried to shout louder for Steward Chang to hear him.

At this moment, a high-pitched voice sounded from the side. “Who are you? Why are you sowing discord between me and Second Uncle?”

This voice and tone were exactly the same as his!

That person slowly walked over. “You’re the one who framed my second uncle!”

Then, under Xiahou Qing’s furious gaze, that person picked up a human skin mask and put it on his face.

This was Xiahou Qing’s face.

At the same time, Xiahou Qing felt a burning pain on his face. His face seemed to be burning, and his facial features were tearing, causing him to roll on the ground in pain.

He roared with all his might, but his weak voice was quickly covered by that person. “You’d better surrender obediently! Otherwise, I won’t let you off! Stop right there!”

Xiahou Qing’s vision and consciousness became blurry at the same time.

In a daze, he saw two figures break out of the window.

Steward Chang’s shout came from outside the house. “City Lord! Where are you going? Let the guards catch the assassin!”

“This person framed my second uncle. I have to catch him myself!”

“City Lord! City Lord!”

Steward Chang chased after him.

Xiahou Qing fell into despair.

He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but he saw his second uncle stand up from the wheelchair.

Xiahou Yi squatted down and searched him.

After searching for a long time, he frowned. “Huh?”

Yun Lin’s face suddenly flashed across Xiahou Qing’s mind.

He grabbed the last bit of consciousness and suddenly bit the tip of his tongue.

The huge pain woke him up instantly. He overthrew Xiahou Yi, got up, and rushed out the door.

“Guards… Guards…”

He shouted hoarsely and hopelessly. His vocal cords were numb and he could not vibrate at all.

He bumped into a guard and was about to order him to capture Xiahou Yi when he saw the guard pull out his sword. “Who are you?”

Xiahou Qing said with difficulty, “I’m the City Lord.”

The guard sized him up and said murderously, “Where did this lunatic come from? He actually sneaked into the City Lord Manor to pretend to be the City Lord! He even stole the City Lord’s clothes!”

The guard slashed at him!

Xiahou Qing tried to dodge with his movement technique, but his internal energy was chaotic, making it difficult for him to circulate his energy.

The guard said angrily, “Are you dodging? Someone! The assassin is here!”

Xiahou Qing looked at the black mass of guards attacking him and panicked. He used all his strength to escape from the City Lord Manor!

“That assassin is quite familiar with the City Lord Manor. He immediately shook us off!”

“Split up and chase!”

“Yes, Boss!”

“Wait, he’s wearing the City Lord’s clothes, but we can’t rule out the possibility that he will take them off halfway. We have to pay attention to the person in a white middle shirt.”

“Yes!”

After Xiahou Qing escaped, he immediately took off his robe and threw it by the roadside.

Then, he continued to run in the opposite direction.

His internal energy was quickly exhausted. At the same time, he had to endure the pain from all over his body and fall countless times.

He passed by several sects, but none of them recognized him.

To make matters worse, guards searching for assassins appeared everywhere in Fengdu City.

He suddenly realized sadly that there was no place for him to hide on the huge Thousand Mountain Island.

The Five Poison Sect mobilized their hunting dogs and began to search the entire city.

Boom—

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the sky, and it started to rain heavily.

The rain covered his smell and destroyed his body, making it difficult for him to move.

A vendor carrying a burden knocked Xiahou Qing down.

The vendor scolded, “Are you blind!”

With that, she rushed over and kicked him twice!

Xiahou Qing hugged his head with both hands and was as sorry as a street rat.

The vendor had vented enough. He lay in the cold rain, the meandering water washing over him.

He bit the tip of his tongue again and forced himself to regain consciousness.

He climbed to his feet with difficulty and stumbled forward in the heavy rain.

After walking for an unknown period of time and being drenched in the rain, he finally arrived at a door.

He hit the door.

Creak—

The door opened from inside.

The two young disciples holding umbrellas looked at him in bewilderment.

“Who are you?”

One of the disciples asked.

“What happened?”

Ling Yun’s voice suddenly sounded from inside the door.

The two disciples turned around and bowed. “Young Palace Lord.”

The disciple who had spoken just now said, “Young Palace Lord, someone is here. I wonder who it is.”

Yun Lin held the oil-paper umbrella and asked, “Where?”

Another disciple waved his hand and pointed outside the door. “He’s—Eh? Where is he? He was lying here just now.”

Xiahou Qing escaped.

That’s right. In the entire Thousand Mountains Island, the only place he could think of to take in an “assassin” like him was the Hundred Flowers Palace.

However, the moment his son appeared, he stopped.

He did not dare to let his son see him in such a sorry state.

Moreover, even if he did, his son would not recognize him.