Hey, you are reborn too?

"You!" Xie Shian's eyes suddenly widened, and he subconsciously took a step back. He looked like he had seen a ghost, his eyes full of disbelief, "How could it be you!"

"Daddy," Xie Yongxuan saw Xie Shian retreating but not loosening his sword. He looked alert and begged for mercy, "It's me, put down the sword quickly, my neck is almost cut off!"

Xie Shian stared at the face closely. He seemed to be having a very difficult decision. He gasped violently for a few times, but finally he gritted his teeth and slowly put down the sword in his hand.

"Xuan'er," Xie Shi'an said in an extremely tired voice, with helplessness in his eyes, "Why did you play this trick with Daddy?"

"Daddy," Xie Yongxuan said flatteringly, her face almost cracking with laughter, "I was just playing with you. I didn't expect that you would be serious with me, hehe."

"The warehouse is on fire, this is a serious matter," Xie Shian raised his sword-like eyebrows, glared at Xie Yongxuan, and said angrily, "Why are you playing there for no reason?"

"Oh, Daddy," Xie Yongxuan tried to maintain a smile, but her calves were trembling. "I, I was just joking with you. Please don't be angry."

Xie Yongxuan wanted to reach out and shake Xie Shian's sleeve, but when he saw Xie Shian's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, he withdrew his hand in dismay. He turned his toes slightly backwards and retreated a little without leaving a trace.

General's Mansion.

When the housekeeper saw the wooden box, although he was temporarily relieved, he still felt that something was not right.

With a cautious attitude, the butler dismissed his attendants, walked forward alone, took out the secret key from the dark, and gently opened the wooden box.

Unexpectedly, the secret key could not be inserted for some reason.

"Hey," the butler leaned over, carefully felt for the corresponding lock, squinted his eyes, focused on it, and finally inserted it. He couldn't help but whispered, "Okay."

The butler's hands were shaking. He held his breath and gently opened the lid of the wooden box.

A brown object was lying in the middle. It was as long as an adult man's palm and had several roots. It looked gray and inconspicuous.

When the housekeeper saw it, he felt relieved, breathed a sigh of relief, and prepared to close the lid.

"Whoosh-"

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking air behind the butler. He seemed to sense something, picked up the wooden box, turned around to look at the direction where the hidden weapon came from, ducked and dodged, all in one go, as if he had done this many times.

He could have dodged it, but he ignored the second hidden weapon that attacked him from the dark. His clothes on his shoulder were instantly torn, leaving a bloody mark on his shoulder.

The butler's body immediately went numb, and when he saw the black sheen of the hidden weapon, he understood. This hidden weapon was probably poisoned, which could instantly make a person lose some of their ability to move.

"Who is coming!"

The butler shouted loudly, and his voice echoed in the small secret room. He was no longer curious about how the person in front of him got to the secret room. He just wanted to do his best to deal with the person in the dark and delay time.

Suburbs of Beijing.

Xie Shian held Xie Yongxuan's hand with a smile on his face, looking like a loving father: "Xuan'er, Daddy doesn't blame you, let's go home together."

"No, no," Xie Yongxuan smiled timidly, trying to pull her hand out of Xie Shian's grasp, "Dad, I, I still have things to do, you go back first, I'll be back later."

"Something?" Xie Shi'an raised his eyebrows, and immediately thrust out the sharp sword in his hand, grabbing "Xie Yongxuan's" neck. His voice instantly became fierce, "I see you are in a hurry to go back and report to your master!"

"Ah," the former masked man screamed, "Please spare my life!"

"Tell me, who are you?" Xie Shian leaned forward slightly, frowning, and said in an extremely oppressive manner, "Why do you want to pretend to be Xuan'er?"

"I," the man saw that he couldn't run away, and was provoked by the sword in Xie Shian's hand. His nose and tears were streaming down, and he looked completely unrecognizable. "I don't want to die!"

As the man's face moved violently, his face became wrinkled as if it had been ravaged by something, and it looked horrible.

Xie Shian looked at the "face" whose facial features could not be discerned. He was quite brave, but when he saw this scene, his scalp went numb.

"Speak!" Although Xie Shian was horrified in his heart, he did not show it on his face and still looked ferocious.

This man is really hateful. No, it is the person behind him who is hateful. He actually came up with such a dirty trick, having someone disguise themselves as Xuan'er's face to confuse himself.

But this person is obviously not as strong as me, why did they send him here?

Xie Shian narrowed his eyes. This person seemed to have said before, "I am just here to divert attention." Why do you want to divert attention? Whose attention do you want to divert?

An idea sprouted in his mind - just look at who he is holding back now, and you'll know, right?

Xie Shi'an took a breath of cold air and didn't dare to stay any longer. He quickly pressed the numb point of the person in front of him, grabbed the man's collar, and ran towards the general's mansion as if he was dragging a sack.

This is a strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain!

Xie Shi'an had no time to regret. He gritted his teeth and gasped through his mouth and nose. Although he felt his internal strength was exhausted and his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, he had no intention of stopping and slowing down.

Hopefully, there's still time to stop their plot.

Inside the secret door of the warehouse.

The butler bit his lips until they bled, and only then was he able to maintain a glimmer of clarity.

The enemy in the dark showed up in broad daylight, his face covered with black veil, the long sword in his hand flying, like a silver snake spitting out its tongue in the narrow space. His moves were fatal, and he always hit the vital points, as if he was determined to get the things in the wooden box in the butler's arms.

“Old man,” the masked man kept moving his hands, his voice seemed to be deliberately lowered, and his throat seemed to be filled with phlegm that had not been dissolved for thousands of years, “I advise you to be a good boy and give me this wooden box as soon as possible.”

"Why should I give you this wooden box?" The butler Wang Bo tried his best to dodge and move, and it was obvious that he was having some difficulty. "Do you know what is in it?"

"Old man," the masked man was obviously not buying it and laughed contemptuously, "I advise you not to try to trick me. If you keep challenging my bottom line like this, my patience will run out."

As he spoke, his sword narrowly brushed against several vital parts of Wang Bo's body, and after a few blows, he cut off a strand of Wang Bo's hair.

"Old man, if you keep being so stubborn," the man in black snorted, "next time, my sword will not chop off your hair, but your head!"

"Don't be like that," Wang Bo smiled, looking quite flattering, but he held the wooden box tightly in his hands, with no intention of letting go, "Let's talk about it. You said this thing in my hand is just an ordinary wooden box. What do you want it for?"

"Old man," the man in black stepped forward, grabbed Uncle Wang's neck, and said cruelly, "If you keep pretending to be stupid, I will really chop off your head."

"No, no," Wang Bo forced himself to smile, "There's nothing special about this wooden box. I'll give it to you."

The man in black held the sword in one hand and pressed the other end of the wooden box with the other hand: "Humph, you are quite sensible."

He tried to take it, but couldn't lift it.

"Hmm? You are such a bad old man, you actually want to cheat!"

The man in black suddenly became mad, and the sword in his hand was about to cut Wang Bo's neck.

Uncle Wang closed his eyes and said, "Thank you, General. I have followed you for many years. Please forgive me for having to go before you."

"Qiang!"

The swords made a sound when they collided.

The chill on Wang Bo's neck suddenly disappeared, and he opened his eyes in confusion. What happened?