RNP Page 24
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If he was an assassin, it must be because of his mother.
Therefore, the only person here who might know him is Uncle Wuzhu.
The blind man in the general store was standing with his hands clasped in front of him, his expression indifferent.
I heard a knock on the door and just said something.
"The shop is closed. Come back tomorrow if you want to buy something."
His voice remained extremely flat, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
Fan Xian's eyes gleamed in the darkness.
He peered nervously through the crack in the door at the blind boy and said...
"Someone is trying to kill me!"
"That's what the blind boy said coldly."
"Should I report this to the authorities for you?"
He cannot reveal his relationship with Fan Xian yet.
Therefore, upon hearing Fan Xian's words...
He was simply offering the best solution he could provide as a grocery store owner.
Fan Xian looked anxious, almost to the point of tears, and shouted.
"You still have to take care of me, don't you?"
"Uncle Wuzhu!"
He needs to bring Uncle Wuzhu over quickly.
Although the pedestrian had already been tied up that night.
But the man who had no martial arts skills was left with the skilled assassin who was still a suspect.
It's dangerous no matter how you look at it.
Therefore, he could no longer care about his previous consideration of having a legitimate way of recognizing Wu Zhu.
Upon hearing the word "Uncle Wu Zhu," Wu Zhu turned his head and glanced towards the doorway.
He was naturally puzzled as to how Fan Xian knew his identity.
He was the one who took Fan Xian all the way from Kyoto to Danzhou.
But Fan Xian was just a baby back then.
After placing Fan Xian in the Fan residence, he had no further contact with him.
Logically speaking, Fan Xian shouldn't know him.
But Wu Zhu had no time to think it over.
Fan Xian, standing outside the door, was pounding on the door panel with even greater anxiety.
"Uncle Wuzhu, open the door!"
"Knock knock knock knock".
Now that their relationship has been made clear, Wu Zhu no longer needs to pretend he doesn't know him.
He walked straight to the door and opened the wooden door.
Fan Xian looked anxiously at Wu Zhu.
"Uncle Wuzhu, I killed someone."
Then, he pulled Wu Zhu and headed towards the Fan residence.
Fan Mansion.
In Fan Xian's bedroom, a scholar in white robes was sitting.
A man in black, bound tightly, was lying on the ground.
Wu Zhu first glanced at the one on the ground.
Somewhat unexpectedly, how was he ambushed by five-year-old Fan Xian?
But after confirming that he was not dead, he ignored it.
Instead, he walked straight to the scholar in white and asked.
Did you tell Fan Xian about my identity?
Su Yu looked at Wu Zhu without saying a word, but her face showed confusion.
Wu Zhu added.
"You recognized him as the baby?"
Which baby?
Immediately, Su Yu looked up sharply at Fan Xian.
He looked like he had just realized something and suddenly understood.
"Oh!"
"Fan Xian is the baby you carried on your back when you passed by my house all those years ago!"
Then, before Wu Zhu could speak...
Fan Xian spoke first, his face also showing shock and surprise.
"Wow, really?"
"Uncle Wuzhu, you took me to Mr. Su's house before!"
The acting skills of Su Yu and Fan Xian, master and apprentice, are not particularly outstanding.
But one was a five-year-old child, and the other was a dignified schoolteacher.
What they all have in common is that they look harmless, simple, and honest.
Wu Zhu's head was tilted to the left and then to the right.
Finally, a conclusion is drawn.
It must have been the old lady who told Fan Xian about his identity.
After resolving this doubt, Wu Zhu continued to stand in the bedroom with a cold expression, without saying another word.
Just then, the man in black on the ground twitched his fingers and was about to open his eyes.
"Oh no, he's waking up!"
Fan Xian reacted quickly, immediately grabbing the stool next to him.
He smashed the head down again, this time on the man's head, which was no longer bleeding much.
Su Yu glanced at it and shook her head.
The bench shattered on the ground, and blood began to flow from the old man's head again.
That was quite a blow!
Fan Xian looked proud, pleased with his quick reaction.
A faint smile appeared on Su Yu's lips.
He and the blind man Wu Zhu had naturally noticed that the man had woken up long ago.
But the blind man never meddled in other people's business, so Fan Xian could do whatever he wanted.
The reason Su Yu didn't stop Fan Xian was naturally because...
Those who enjoy watching the spectacle, of course, never mind making things worse.
After his moment of triumph, Fan Xian remembered the purpose of calling Uncle Wu Zhu.
He looked at Wu Zhu and pointed to the person lying on the ground.
"Uncle Wuzhu, do you know this person?"
"Coming here so furtively in the middle of the night, he must be an assassin."
Wu Zhu turned to the side of Fan Xian, not looking at the person on the ground, and simply answered coldly.
"His name is Fei Jie."
"The head of the third department of the Kyoto Censorate."
"He's one of us, you've hit the wrong person."
Su Yu coughed lightly twice, almost bursting out laughing.
Because the expression on Fan Xian's face at that moment was truly fascinating.
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Chapter Twenty-Five: Fei Jie Gets Scammed and Causes a Scene! The Blind Man: Fix the Door Before You Leave!
"You smashed the wrong one?!"
"Uncle, why didn't you say anything when I was smashing it?"
"You didn't ask."
……
Fan Xian covered his face, tilted his head back, and let out a soft roar towards the sky.
To relieve the pent-up emotions in one's heart.
Then he looked down at his own man, whose face was covered in blood.
He swallowed hard, his eyebrows furrowing into a deep frown.
Ruined.
It was smashed three times in total.
This person shouldn't hold grudges, right?