After listening to Fu Qinghou's words, Yu Jin and Yan Ling's face twitched, feeling that the other party was scolding them.

Who told them to be frightened by Gong Yuanlong at that time?

Looking back now, Gong Yuanlong's plan was indeed full of loopholes.

For example, why did Gong Yuanlong think he could solve Lin Zhong?

Even if Lin Zhong fell into a trap and couldn't defeat him, wouldn't he still be able to escape?

Also, even if it succeeds by chance, what will happen next?

During this period of public attention, it was really difficult for Gong Yuanlong to assassinate the new leader of the Wu League within the scope of the Wu League's influence.

The more Yu Jin and Yan Ling thought about it, the more sober they became, and the more they thought about it, the more frightened they became, and their remaining sympathy for Gong Yuanlong disappeared.

How could they not understand that the reason why Gong Yuanlong let them enter Yulouyuan to watch was because he actually treated them as cannon fodder to attract attention?

Fortunately they didn't go, otherwise he would have died.

"Brother Qinghou, thank you very much."

Yu Jin solemnly clasped his fists and bowed to Fu Qinghou.

Although Yan Ling did not speak, there was obvious gratitude on his face.

Only Wang Shuye watched with cold eyes, a trace of sarcasm flashing in his eyes.

After being abandoned by Fu Qinghou, he no longer trusts him.

If both parties had not shared a common goal and were unwilling to accept the outcome, he would have left the capital long ago.

"Two idiots."

Wang Shuye crossed his arms across his chest, glanced at Yu Jin and Yan Ling expressionlessly, and mentally labeled the two of them as "not to be approached".

Don't be afraid of opponents who are like gods, but be afraid of teammates who are like pigs.

Of course, Yu Jin and Yan Ling would not know about Wang Shuye's psychological activities. They were still immersed in the joy of escaping from death.

Fu Qinghou narrowed his eyes slightly, observing the two of them calmly, and then smiled with satisfaction.

******

Pingzhou City, Wujimen Headquarters.

The news of Gong Yuanlong's death immediately caused an uproar.

In the spacious and bright hall, many Wuji Sect strongmen gathered together and expressed their opinions in a variety of ways.

The originally solemn and sacred meeting hall was now as noisy as a vegetable market.

Regarding whether the news of Gong Yuanlong's death should be announced to the outside world, and whether they should collectively go to Beijing to seek justice for Gong Yuanlong, everyone was divided into two camps, and they were arguing until they were blushing and thick-necked.

"Uncle Master Gong was the pillar of our Wuji Sect, and he died like this!"

Tong Kaishan, who had suffered great losses under Lin Zhong, was so angry that his voice was like thunder, making dust fall from his head: "How can we turn a blind eye, how can we swallow our anger!"

"We are not in the capital, how do we know what is happening there?"

Fang Yunbo sat opposite Tong Kaishan, with his back straight like a javelin: "I can easily make a decision based on just a few words from a few disciples. What if I make a mistake? The top priority is not to act recklessly, but to investigate clearly.

the truth."

"I agree with Senior Brother Fang's opinion."

A man with a thin build and a resolute face said in a deep voice: "Uncle Gong is the great master of Danjin. His strength is unfathomable. Who can kill him? This may be an inadvertent mistake."

Someone then asked: "Have you contacted Xu Zhen, Cheng Feng or Xu Chun? They are the leaders of the younger generation, and the news they tell should be more credible!"

An ordinary-looking middle-aged warrior shook his head: "Their mobile phones are turned off and they don't answer the phone."

"Then can we contact the sect master? The sect master and Uncle Gong will lead a team to the capital to participate in the Yanhuang Martial Arts Association. If something happens to Uncle Gong, the sect master will not stand idly by, right?"

"The sect owner is not in the habit of using mobile phones. If you want to contact him, you must first contact Zhen Shui Hao. However, Zhen Shui Hao never talks to anyone other than the sect owner, so asking is in vain..."

"So, we can only wait and there is nothing we can do?"

Tong Kaishan spoke angrily again, stood up, kicked away the chair, and said to Peng Xiangyun who was sitting upright: "Uncle Peng, you are the person with the highest status among us, please say something!"

In an instant, everyone looked towards Peng Xiangyun.

Peng Xiangyun, who was wearing a dark gray robe, had his eyes lowered and his face seemed to be wearing a mask, neither sad nor happy.

"First of all, I can clearly inform you that Senior Brother Gong has indeed passed away."

Peng Xiangyun didn't even raise his eyelids, and said in an indescribably complicated tone: "Secondly, his death has nothing to do with anyone, and we cannot make a big deal about it. We must deal with it in a low-key manner."

Tong Kaishan's eyes were as wide as bells and he said in disbelief: "That's it?"

Peng Xiangyun nodded: "That's it."

"Why?"

Tong Kaishan suddenly became excited, his chest heaved violently, but he tried his best to suppress his emotions: "Uncle Peng, if you know the truth, please tell everyone."

"Yes, how can people like Master Uncle Peng and Master Gong die in such an unknown manner?"

"How will the outside world view our Wuji Sect?"

"We are all our own people here, what can't we say?"

"Our Wuji Sect has clear grievances. We repay kindness with kindness and revenge with hatred. If Uncle Gong dies at the hands of others, we must let the other party pay for it with blood!"

Many people followed Tong Kaishan and made loud noises.

"Everyone, please stay quiet!"

Fang Yunbo stood up suddenly, his thick black eyebrows knitted together: "I feel the same as you, but no matter what happens, we can't get into trouble."

As soon as this statement came out, many cadres nodded in agreement.

"Senior Brother Fang, this is an experienced opinion."

"Don't get excited, everyone, we have to trust the sect master and Uncle Peng."

"As long as the sect master is still there, the sky will not fall!"

When everyone's mood calmed down a little, Fang Yunbo bowed to Peng Xiangyun again: "Uncle Peng, the sect leader is not here, and you are the leader of the Wuji Sect. If you have any requests, please just ask us, and we will definitely make it happen."

"I want you to strictly keep secrets and speak the same language."

Peng Xiangyun's tone was still calm and calm: "It is said to the outside world that Senior Brother Gong went crazy and died while practicing Qigong."

Everyone looked at each other and felt a little cold for a moment.

They were full of doubts, shock, and anger, and didn't know how to vent their anger.

Because Peng Xiangyun's reaction was really strange.

It was as if the person who died was not another deputy sect leader of Wuji Sect, but an unrelated stranger.

Although the relationship between Peng Xiangyun and Gong Yuanlong was not very good and they often had disputes, they were brothers in the same discipline after all, so why should they be so indifferent?

"Do you have any objections?"

Peng Xiangyun raised his eyelids and looked around.

His eyes were calm and indifferent, but everyone within his sight was trembling. They felt a cold numbness on their backs, as if there was an electric current running through them.

Fang Yunbo was the first to express his position: "I will obey my uncle's order!"

Tong Kaishan reluctantly clasped his fists and said, "Since it is Uncle Master's order, I am willing to obey it."

Others also expressed their attitudes one after another.

Although it was a bit messy, a consensus was finally reached.

All this is due to Peng Xiangyun's extraordinary realm and strength.
Chapter completed!