Sui and Tang Dynasties: Beginning with Overlord Inheritance

After Fan He finished drinking, he stumbled and pushed open the door of the room with the support of a young woman.

"Slow down, drink so much, now is the time for them to watch, what if they want to assassinate you!"

The woman's coquettish voice caught his ears, and Fan He waved his hand impatiently.

"Go, go, woman, what are you worrying about? With my uncle protecting him, how dare he? It's pitch dark, light the lamp!"

The woman glanced helplessly, turned around and touched the table by the moonlight, and lit the candle!

"Ah~!"

After lighting up for a moment, accompanied by a scream, Fan He, who didn't know why, was furious:
"What are you shouting about! It's so noisy, why don't you come over and help me!"

After a while, Fan He, who hadn't sensed any movement, raised his head, opened his blurred eyes slightly, and found that the woman was still standing there in a daze, and his face turned furious.

He quickened his pace, stepped forward unsteadily and put his hands on the woman's shoulders, just as he was about to reprimand Wu, he caught a glimpse of the flickering cold light on the woman's neck.

It was a sharp blade, touching the woman's snow-white neck, it could easily cut her throat with just a little force.

At this time, the woman's pupils shrank sharply, her eyes widened, and she stared blankly in front of her eyes, as if the scene she saw made her forget her fear.

Fan He looked forward along the edge of the blade, his brain buzzed suddenly, he stepped back two steps, pointed at Yang Zhao with trembling fingers, his lips trembled slightly, and was speechless for a long time.

It was as if someone had strangled his neck, unable to make a sound.

It was an expression of shock and fear to the extreme.

Father!

Fan He stared intently at the face of the man in front of him. This was his father, Fan Rong, who had been dead for many days!
No...impossible!

"You...you are dead, I saw with my own eyes, who are you! Who are you!"

In the middle of speaking, Fan He realized that his father was already a dead man who couldn't die anymore.

This man is playing tricks!

Yang Zhao had a smile on the corner of his mouth, which looked extraordinarily weird under the reflection of the candlelight.

Puff.

The woman fainted from fright.

Yang Zhao withdrew the long knife, glanced at the woman, and confirmed that it was not an act, which would save trouble.

He had already planned it before he came. After inquiring about Fan He, it was not difficult to find Fan Rong's portrait. Putting on his mask, he could learn more about the situation of the case.

For example, now, when people are in extreme fear and shock, they will speak the most truthful words in their hearts.

As for why he acted at night, besides being able to act quietly at night, he was also waiting for Mu Guiying to come back.

Shopping in the afternoon was not only for leisure and relaxation, Yang Zhao gave the task to find out Fan Rong's appearance.

A wealthy and powerful businessman will often show his face, and after a little inquiring, he can easily find out.

Yang Zhao didn't answer, but still looked at Fan He with a smile. He didn't know that Fan Rong's voice would be exposed once he opened his mouth. He also wanted to see if he could get more things out.

"Come on! Come on! Catch the assassin!"

Unexpectedly, Fan He reacted extremely quickly, shouting loudly while running towards the door.

No matter who the other party is, once he enters Fan's house, he will be sure not to let the other party go out.

The guards he hired are all first-class experts.

call out!
In an instant, a long knife roared from behind, passed over Fan He's neck, and firmly nailed it to the gate.

"Next time, I won't be so lucky."

Yang Zhao's cold voice sounded, and Fan He suddenly stopped. Judging from the precise control just now, the person behind him was not joking.

He turned around slowly, with an ugly expression on his face, and asked in a slightly trembling voice: "Who are you and what do you want to do?"

He was already planning to face the reality and think clearly.

This person dared to break into Fan's house blatantly, he must have something to rely on, his shout just now must have alarmed the guards.

As long as you delay for a while, the guards will be able to surround this place.

Without opening his mouth, Yang Zhao drew out a long knife from behind again, and waved at Fan He with the other hand, signaling him to come over.

Fan He really wanted to refuse, but when he met the cold eyes, he still reluctantly approached the table cautiously.

"If you ask for money, I can order someone to get it, but please don't hurt my life, everything is negotiable."

At this moment, Fan He was so frightened that he woke up. He looked at Yang Zhao while speaking, and kept observing the other party's expression.

Yang Zhao still didn't speak, and the two remained in a stalemate.

Fan He was overjoyed, this is the best way to delay time, he thought to himself: I hope you can stay so calm later!
After a while like this, Fan He, who hadn't heard anything for a long time, frowned, why didn't he come after such a long time?

He made sure that his voice was loud enough that the patrolling guards could definitely hear him.

"They won't come."

At this time, Yang Zhao spoke, with playfulness and sarcasm in his tone.

Fan He is the son of a merchant, his mind has always been quick, his face gradually became ugly, he finally understood why the other party did not speak.

This is introducing him to his abilities.

The guard didn't show up for a long time, which means that they were all taken care of by the man in front of him.

No one will come to his rescue!
Hiss!

Yang Zhao then tore off the mask, revealing his true face.

Fan He stared at Yang Zhao's face for a long time, frowning, he had never seen this person before.

"Your Excellency and I seem to have never met before, and we have no grievances or enmities. What do you mean by this, Your Excellency?"

For some reason, Fan He felt that the other party's murderous intent was not as strong as before.

"As long as you obey, you can live."

Yang Zhao put away the long knife, sat at the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and motioned for Fan He to sit down too.

The two sat opposite each other, with only one candle in the middle providing light, and the atmosphere seemed a little weird.

"Fan Rong, did she kill it?" Yang Zhao glanced at the fainted woman on the ground and asked calmly.

Fan He's eyes tightened, and he stared fixedly at Yang Zhao's eyes, he wanted to see if the other party came to seek revenge.

At the same time, a trace of doubt also flashed in my mind.

At first he thought it was a bandit who robbed the house, but he didn't talk about the money for a long time, and instead wiped out the guards to show his ability.

Fan He knew that this person was probably sent by Zhao Jian, he finally couldn't hold back and wanted to kill someone to silence him.

But as Yang Zhao said these words, it became clear that Zhao Jian was not here.

Because of this matter, Zhao Jian knew the cause and effect.

There is no need to ask extra questions.

"What do you want to say?" Fan He didn't confirm or refute, but still stared at Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao ignored him, and continued on his own: "Obviously you wanted to suppress this matter, but Zhao Jian suddenly intervened and broke your plan. The negotiation between you failed and you planned to eliminate the other party."

"Unfortunately, when you meet your opponent, you can't help him for a while. Let me guess, you have completely offended Zhao Jian. If you want to be safe, you must either agree to his request, or you can kill him quietly."