After I traveled through the book, I made the plot of the vicious female supporting role overturn

Chapter 159

Outside the Third Prince’s residence, Yun was hiding in a corner, with assassins behind him wearing black clothes and covering their faces like him.

"Master Yun, where should we go now?"

"Wait, he will be here soon." Yun's ink-black eyes looked at the mansion hung with white gauze and calculated the time carefully.

Less than half an hour later, Sikong Lie appeared outside the gate. He dismounted his horse swiftly and headed straight for the lobby without paying attention to the butler's greeting at the door.

"Why are you here? You..." Luo Yingtian was a little surprised.

Sikong Lie directly transferred the servants guarding the mourning hall, and then wantonly tore off the white silk covering the corpse, and began to untie Ji Yuheng's belt amid Luo Yingtian's angry shouts. In order to take care of the deceased, his actions were relatively gentle. When the outer shirt was just torn off and the inner shirt was left, Sikong Lie's hand was firmly grasped by Luo Yingtian.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing?"

"You don't know that the leader of Qingyun Mountain and Baili Shun have exchanged letters. There is a huge secret hidden in it. Once we find out, all doubts will be solved."

"After all, aren't you doing this for the kid from the Baili family? Let go! I ask you to let go!"

"Yingtian, this is a serious matter, I can't speak casually. Just let me take a look!"

Sikong Lie didn't expect the other party to be so strong all of a sudden. Luo Yingtian shook his hand off and angrily said, "You have tried to save his life again and again, but don't forget how your daughter died? And who did my disciple die for? You regard Baili Changyuan as a confidant, but how did he treat your daughter?"

Sikong Lie's tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed and his breathing became slow and heavy.

He thought that as a cultivator, he had long been away from worldly grudges for so many years. But every time he thought of his teenage daughter who was bullied to death by the drunk Baili Changyuan, he hated her.

I was so angry that I couldn't sleep every night, and my heart ached so much that it felt like it was being torn apart.

Luo Yingtian's disciple Xue'er, who wanted to avenge her daughter, was also silenced by Baili Changyuan and ended up being torn to pieces. They were only in their teens!

"He, Baili Changyuan, hid it so well! We didn't know what this beast did until he died! We have been arguing with His Majesty for many years, and finally managed to destroy the century-old foundation of the Baili family. You actually want to speak for the beast's flesh and blood?"

"If you want to be a fair, selfless, broad-minded and upright person, why did you bother to provoke me for so many years?"

Sikong Lie suppressed the bitterness that surged in his heart. He looked at the man in front of him who also had red eyes and said, "Baili Shun, it's different."

"After just a few words, you softened your heart and regretted it?"

"……Yes."

Luo Yingtian was stunned. He had been suppressing his anger for many years after losing his beloved disciple.

This time he erupted because of Sikong Lie's answer, and he raised his fist viciously.

"Sikong Lie, do you dare to say it again?"

"Yingtian..."

Just as the two were in a stalemate, several flying knives wrapped in poison gas broke through the air and rushed towards the two.

"Who is it!" Luo Yingtian immediately changed his fist into a palm, pushed Sikong Lie away, and started fighting with several men in black who broke into the mourning hall.

Sikong Lie could see that these men in black were very skilled, and the flying knives they shot were all tempered with poisonous soul water. Their target became clear when the leading man in black rushed towards Ji Yuheng's body.

"With the two of us here, how could we give you the chance to act recklessly?" Sikong Lie used a fierce wind palm to attack, first protecting Ji Yuheng's body, and then forcing the leading black-clothed man to retreat, "Who sent you here? What do you want?"

The man in black laughed softly, and deliberately changed his voice and said slowly: "We are here to help you two share your worries!"

Luo Yingtian obviously heard these words. Although he was fighting against five people alone, he was not at a disadvantage.

Luo Yingtian no longer took the initiative to attack. He seemed to be fighting the enemy with all his strength, but in fact he was secretly reducing his strength. This put more pressure on Sikong Lie.

As expected, Sikong Lie was unable to split himself into two and Ji Yuheng's body was taken away by the combined forces of several masters.

Sikong Lie covered his injured arm and leaned against the pillar with a cold face. Luo Yingtian silently removed the poisonous soul water from his wound.

The noise in the mourning hall was too loud, and the housekeeper and servants rushed there, but they only saw a missing body and an injured Sikong Lie.

The butler suddenly felt a head on his neck, and his face turned pale with fright, and he almost knelt down in front of Luo Yingtian and the others.

"My two Imperial Masters, where is my Third Prince?"

Sikong Lie did not answer the housekeeper's words. He just took a deep breath and looked at Luo Yingtian in front of him, who looked normal. "Did you discover something? That's why you just now..."

Luo Yingtian blinked his wrinkled eyes gently.

"What did you find out? I know nothing!"

Then he turned to the housekeeper and the others and said loudly, "Thieves broke into the mansion and abducted the Third Prince's body. This country teacher, report to the palace immediately! Send people to search the whole country!"

The butler was already so frightened by this sudden change that he could hardly stand. Upon hearing these words, he knelt down in panic. The servants behind him also knelt down, their postures so low that they were in the dust, making it impossible to see their expressions.

"Don't be nervous. No matter what happens, as long as we two protector mages are here, you won't be involved." With his back to Sikong Lie, Luo Yingtian showed an extremely sinister expression. He gently put his hand on the butler's shoulder and said faintly, "But you have to dig out those things in the back garden and send them to where they should go! If you don't handle them properly, you'd better be careful!"

The butler nodded rapidly, sweat dripping down his face.

In the crowd, a teenage maid bit her lips tightly, blood flowed into her mouth, and she swallowed it all. The unwillingness in her eyes almost turned into reality.

The snow was falling heavily, and a thick layer of white covered the entire Qifeng. Zhe Ye sat in an abandoned thatched hut outside the city, looking at his carefully groomed fingertips, and as he looked at them he thought of himself a few years ago.

He fought with beggars for a few cents, and when he was hungry he stole the cleaner pieces of meat from the slop bucket at the back door of the inn.

Sometimes I eat too fast and don’t even notice that the food has gone smelly or sour; by the time I realize it, it’s already been swallowed.

The last time he was discovered by the stingy waiter, he was severely beaten up. They hid the swill bucket and refused to give him any more alms.

Another time, he went to the river to wash his muddy body, and happened to find a playboy who was interested in sex hiding behind a tree, staring at him deeply with dirty eyes...

That was his first time killing someone, and before the bastard could succeed, he stabbed him in the heart with the sharpened bone stick he carried with him.

From then on, he was not only an orphan, a beggar, but also a murderer.

"Who would have thought that a beggar who used to live in the open air could now have such a pair of white hands."

While Zhe Ye was sighing, Yun came in carrying a corpse with its entire back covered with snow. The whistling wind blew snowflakes into the room, and the room was terribly cold. Zhe Ye rubbed his wrist, stood up, and slowly walked forward.

"Wake him up."

"Yes."

After a moment, Yun stepped aside.

The cold body suddenly trembled under the gaze of the two. Slowly, the pale face gradually regained its rosy color.

Ji Yuheng is alive.