"Well! In that case, there is no need to salute again in the future."

Hearing the master's words, the two of them were surprised. Only they knew how precious the pill was, and the master gave them one each. This was really unbelievable, and it also made the two of them feel that they were not with the wrong person.

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"Master, you haven't given us a name yet." A secret guard reminded.

"Yeah! Yes! I almost forgot." Sheng Zhiyao touched her nose awkwardly and thought for a moment: "Then your name is Xun Yan, how about your name is Xun Jia?"

"Thank you, Master, for the name." They both replied in unison.

"Okay, I'll go find Grandpa, you go and rest first." Sheng Zhiyao ordered, and then walked towards Qingliuyuan.

Xun Yan and Xun Jia looked at each other and then walked back to the room together.

Walking into Qingliu Courtyard, Sheng Zhiyao saw Lord Sheng pruning flowers in the yard, so she walked up and said, "Grandpa!"

Old Marquis Sheng turned around and saw Sheng Zhiyao immediately smiled and put down his work: "Why are you here when you are free?"

"Grandpa, I arrested someone last night."

"Caught someone? Who did you catch?"

"An assassin was caught." Sheng Zhiyao said.

"No wonder I said it was so noisy in your courtyard last night? I thought they were competing because their skills have improved." Mr. Sheng said suddenly.

"Grandpa, you are really big-hearted, don't you worry about my granddaughter?" Sheng Zhiyao stuck out her tongue playfully, with a playful look on her face.

Old Marquis Sheng laughed and scolded: "I was worried about you before I gave it to you, but now I don't have to worry about you anymore."

Sheng Zhiyao was stunned for a moment and did not react: "What do you mean by grandpa's words?"

"With so many people around you now, do you still need me to worry?" Lord Sheng gently scratched Sheng Zhiyao's nose.

"Humph! Let's not talk about this anymore! Grandpa, I learned a huge secret last night."

"Oh?" Mr. Sheng became interested: "What is it?"

"Do you know who the secret book belongs to?" Sheng Zhiyao said in a mysterious tone.

"Whose?" Mr. Sheng asked in confusion.

Sheng Zhiyao deliberately put it off and said mysteriously: "Guess!"

"I can't guess." Mr. Sheng shook his head.

"Let me tell you, this secret book has been passed down from generation to generation by the Witch King."

"Witch Emperor?" Lord Sheng looked at Sheng Zhiyao in surprise.

"Yeah! That's right! And the witch seal given to me by the Heavenly Master is actually only half of it, and the other half is in the hands of yesterday's assassin."

Mr. Sheng looked at Sheng Zhiyao in surprise: "Then where is this assassin now?"

"It's just inside our woodshed."

"Take grandpa to have a look." Mr. Sheng said impatiently.

"Yes." Sheng Zhiyao nodded, and then led Mr. Sheng towards the woodshed.

In the woodshed, a man was tied up and thrown into the corner. The room was dark, but the man looked at Sheng Zhiyao and Mr. Sheng who walked into the woodshed with wide eyes and immediately said in horror: "What are you going to do?

Let me go now!"

"Who are you?" Mr. Sheng frowned and asked, "What's going on with the witch seal?"

"Who are you? A member of the Wu clan?" the man asked.

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"Since you are not from the Wu Clan, then please stop meddling in other people's business."

"Okay, I can mind my own business, but you must hand over the other half of the witch seal." Mr. Sheng approached step by step.

"What are you doing? Don't come over, otherwise...otherwise..."

"How about otherwise?"

"Otherwise I will bite my tongue and kill myself!" the man threatened.

"Do you think I will be afraid of you biting your tongue and committing suicide?" Mr. Sheng said coldly.

"Hmph! Don't think that because you are from the Shang Zhou Dynasty, our Wu Clan will be afraid of you!" The man still spoke harshly.

"Oh? Then why do you think I didn't get rid of you?" Mr. Sheng looked at the man with a smile.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then said warily: "Don't you just want the other half of the witch seal?"

"No."

"No? What do you mean?"

Old Marquis Sheng smiled: "Actually, you don't have the other half of the witch seal at all. You just want to make up this story so that my granddaughter can take out the witch seal, so that you can steal it."

The man looked at Mr. Sheng in disbelief, then shook his head: "You are talking nonsense!"

"Hahaha! Am I talking nonsense?" Mr. Sheng looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Am I wrong? The Witch King has guarded the witch seal for generations, but after it was broken in this generation, the witch seal still fell into the hands of a foreigner. Don't you think this is worthy of suspicion?"

"You...how did you know?" The man was horrified.

"What's so strange about this? You are from the Wu tribe. There are also Wu tribesmen in the Shangzhou Dynasty. It seems that it is not difficult to know such things." Mr. Sheng said mockingly.

"No, you must be lying. People from the witch clan never tell anyone about witch seals. You are just guessing. I don't believe it!" The man looked panicked, but he tried his best to hide his panic.

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"Okay! Whether you believe it or not, I heard this with my own ears, and it was told to me personally by your Witch King. Do you think I am guessing or making it up, or do you think I need to deceive?

You?" Mr. Sheng asked back.

"Witch King? Impossible! The Witch King has already died, how could he live to tell you."

"Death?" Lord Sheng sneered: "So what if he dies? The last generation of the Witch King is indeed dead, but he still has descendants."

"Descendants?" The man was stunned for a moment, but he suddenly came to his senses: "The Witch King only had one son, and he is also dead."

"That's right, but the Witch Emperor also has a daughter." Mr. Sheng said slowly.

"You...what did you say?" The man looked at Mr. Sheng in disbelief: "This is absolutely impossible."

Mr. Sheng ignored the man's words and continued: "There is nothing impossible. That witch seal belongs to her."

The man's pupils shrank, his face turned extremely pale, and he was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning, looking dumbfounded.

"Is there anything else you want to know now?" Mr. Sheng looked at the man and asked.

The man's lips trembled slightly, but he didn't know how to refute.

Seeing that the man did not refute, Old Marquis Sheng said: "Now you can choose to die yourself, or tell the whereabouts of the other half of the witch seal, a sacred object of the witch clan. I promise not to kill you, but..." At this point...

, Old Marquis Sheng paused deliberately.

The man asked hurriedly: "But what?"

"However, if you don't tell the whereabouts of the other half of the witch seal, you may never be able to get out of here, and I'm not sure that this woodshed may be gone one day. After all, I've been renovating it recently.

Mansion."

Old Marquis Sheng's tone was very calm, but it was like a reminder in the man's ears. His forehead was covered with fine sweat, his heartbeat was beating fast, and his eyes were staring at Old Marquis Sheng.

"You have thought it through." Mr. Sheng continued to seduce.

"You...you wouldn't really do this." The man said with a trembling voice.

"If you don't believe me, you can try it." Mr. Sheng said calmly.
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