"The two young masters are not in the mansion at this time, and have already sent someone to invite them." The housekeeper was anxious like ants on a hot pot: "The people who can manage things in this mansion..."

After thinking for a while, the butler's eyes lit up: "I'll invite Master Qingyun over now..."

Qin Wuyan led the people at the gate, and waited for almost two sticks of incense before the gate of the priest's mansion slowly opened again.

The butler's hair seemed to have been washed again, and the front of his forehead was wet.

Qin Wuyan got off his horse and asked, "Is the High Priest willing to meet with the Commander?"

The housekeeper wiped the sweat with his cuff again, and said to Qin Wuyan, "Commander Qin, please come in! Our High Priest is waiting for you in the front yard."

Qin Wuyan raised his hand, and the guard carried the three coffins inside, Qin Wuyan followed, and when the rest of the guards walked in, they were stopped by the butler: "Our chief priest only let Commander Qin go in, and the rest of the coffins People wait, stay outside."

Qin Wuyan raised his hand and stopped the rest of the people: "It's fine for the commander to go in by himself."

The guards stopped and watched Qin Wuyan enter the priest's mansion, and the heavy door was slowly closed before his eyes.

The coffin was parked in the yard of the front yard. The housekeeper checked it out and was immediately startled, "This, this, how could Deputy Commander Yang..."

Qin Wuyan lowered his eyes and stared at the blood-stained person in the coffin: "Vice-Commander Yang framed and slandered this Commander even if he disagreed with him, and even tried to take his life. This Commander was forced to defend himself, so he died in the The commander's hand is gone, bring them back together, and ask the high priest to take a look."

housekeeper:"......"

The housekeeper's heart is blocked, what can't be seen through the eyes, this is a naked threat.

The ghost knows whether what you said is true or not, it's already dead without proof, and you still have the final say on everything?

The housekeeper had no choice but to lead Qin Wuyan to the high priest's bedroom.

Qin Wuyan paused for a moment, glanced at the closed bedroom door, and was about to raise his hand to push it open, when the butler spoke again: "Commander Qin, should your sword be kept outside?"

Qin Wuyan sneered: "Why, the high priest is still afraid that my sword will fail? This commander will not kill him."

When he said the word "kill", it was clearly murderous and full of deterrence.

The butler shivered, "No, I'm just afraid of bumping into the high priest."

Qin Wuyan sneered: "Although there is no Commander Xia in the priest's mansion, there are still so many guards guarding in the open and in the dark. The housekeeper does not allow people from this Commander to come in, and this Commander allows it.

At this time, you are going to see the high priest, and you are not even allowed to wear a sword for self-defense, so..."

Qin Wuyan withdrew his long legs: "Let your high priest come out to the living room to meet the Commander, or send someone who can talk to represent the High Priest to meet the Commander."

The housekeeper repeatedly apologized: "Commander Qin, this old slave doesn't mean that. Since our high priest is going to meet you in person, our high priest naturally doesn't have the heart..."

"Just because your high priest wants to see me in person, this commander should be more careful." Qin Wuyan didn't bother to argue with the steward: "The crimes this commander suffered in the past are enough to teach this commander many lessons, isn't it?"

Butler: "Yes yes yes..."

You can do whatever you say, the cold sweat on the butler's back drenched his clothes.

He took a step back, not daring to go forward, and only said to Qin Wuyan: "Commander Qin, you can go in by yourself, please!"

Qin Wuyan glanced at the butler behind him, thinking that since they are all here, naturally they won't play any tricks.

But still wary in his heart, Qin Wuyan simply kicked open the bedroom door...