That backer is Ogikagami Palace.

Thinking of this, Wei Shan looked at Zhu Ji and then at Sheng Tang, and saw that they were engrossed in this ensuing duel, so he looked up at the night rain that was pouring down overhead.

The rain fell, beating the thick branches of the tall firs, the tombstone leaning against him, and the sewage-filled pavement.

Foggy, rainy......

Wei Shan suddenly felt that this was really a wonderful day.

Such days are not only suitable for killing, but also for carrying out intrigues.

Wiping the night rain that had fallen on his face, he suddenly smiled mysteriously.

But Zhu Ji didn't see it, and Sheng Tang certainly didn't see it.

However, even if they all saw it, I am afraid that they would not be able to see the conspiracy contained in this mysterious smile, and even if they felt it, I am afraid it would be too late.

Because at this time, Zhu Ji had already decided to make a move, although he knew that he would fail, he still decided to make a desperate bet and wanted to fight.

He couldn't wait.

The knife, trembling slightly around his waist.

Suddenly, he struck.

His left hand gripped the hilt as fast as he could, and even the pouring rain above his head was frozen by the sharp blade.

Then, the long knife went straight to Sheng Tang.

At this moment, even his thoughts had stopped at the poignant moment when the blade fell on the major artery behind Sheng Tang's head and a bloody flower bloomed.

Moments are eternity.

And the moment his sword was swung out, a thunderbolt suddenly flashed in midair.

The sword light, reflecting the thunderbolt waving this brilliant light, drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and the beautiful and brilliant light was like a flash of flame.

Flashing. Quiver.

It was just a flash of the moment, and it froze.

like fire, quenched in water.

Like water, it ends on the embankment.

His face suddenly became more ugly than a dead man.

And he has indeed become a dead man, his eyes are still open, looking at Sheng Tang, as if he still doesn't quite understand how he died.

Sheng Tang looked at him, still maintaining the posture he had just made the assassination, letting the biting night rain fall above his head, extinguishing his almost crazy anger, and said coldly:

Perhaps, even you haven't discovered your own flaws, hmph, I'll tell you now, so that you can die blindly.

Your habit is to use a left-handed knife, and your left-handed knife technique is an extreme trick, although it is sharp and weird, and it is even close to Master Hong Hui,

However, when your left-hand knife is swung out, it also inadvertently exposes your chest, which is exactly where your heart is.

Although this was a short moment of exposure, even faster than the speed of lightning, I just grabbed the moment of lightning, and my right hand turned into a blade and stabbed into your chest.

Although the left-handed knife is a strange move that people can't guard against in the rivers and lakes, for you, it is a dead hole, and you are dead under your own trick.

Speaking of this, Sheng Tang suddenly pulled out the hand knife from Zhu Ji's heart, splashing a long blood flower, like a sudden beating lamp flame.

The blood flowers slowly fell with the rain flowers......

And Zhu Ji's people also slowly fell.

Although his face was full of pain, he showed a look of convincing.

He finally knew where his flaw was, and this flaw didn't even see himself, not even his master Hong Hui.

However, Sheng Tang just saw it.

To be able to die at the hands of such a person, he is really convinced.

Or rather, he suddenly felt guilty about the conspiracy he had been carrying out for a long time to seize the head of the Hongmen, and suddenly came to his senses.

And this has become his eternal stain and his eternal pain.

Perhaps, he has regretted it.

It was precisely because of these guiltes that he suddenly had a little hesitation when he made a move, and it was a moment of hesitation that ruined his twenty years of preparation.

But......

In order to realize this conspiracy, he has done so many wrong things, and his hands have been stained with too much blood, even if he wants to let go, it is too late.

And when Sheng Tang plunged the knife into his chest, he suddenly got an unprecedented relief.

That's a real relief.

In the days that followed, whether Master or the rest of the Hongmen could forgive him or not, he didn't care anymore.

Zhu Ji looked at the vast night rain pouring down in the sky, slowly closed his eyes, and slowly fell to the ground, pouring into the sludge, letting those cold night rain slowly beat his sinful corpse.

He only hoped that this rain would wash away the sins he had committed.

Sheng Tang lifted the hem of the robe, wiped the blood on his hands, and then, watching Zhu Ji slowly fall, a look of pain suddenly appeared on his face, as if he couldn't bear it.

He laid down the bottom of the robe stained with his brother's blood, and then, standing with his back to the sky, as if he wanted to let the heavy rain from the sky wash away the cruelty and loneliness all over his body.

At this time, another thunderbolt flashed in the sky.

And in the light of this lightning, he suddenly noticed that a blade protruded from his chest, a strange long knife in the shape of water.

The blade came in from behind, the blade coming in with its back and the hilt behind it, and the streamlined sword came out of the chest, piercing the placket of the chest-piercing kaftan.

And Wei Shan, who was standing behind him, sneered at him with a mysterious face.

Sheng Tang's body shook suddenly, staggered, and kept retreating backwards, and then, leaning on the tall and stout Leng Feng tree behind him, he slowly fell down, and fell......

His eyes were wide and distorted, and he turned to look at Wei Shan behind him with a suspicious face, as if to ask why.

However, he could no longer speak.

The image flashed back to the past.

It turned out that Wei Shan had already seen that Zhu Ji's martial arts were not as good as Sheng Tang's at all, so he took advantage of the moment when they staggered when they were fighting, and suddenly made a move, turning the long knife over there into a streamline, and attacked him from the back while he was fully absorbed in Zhu Ji.

In one swoop, the long knife pierced through his body and stabbed him in the heart.

Wei Shan suddenly drew his knife and brought out a large cluster of blood flowers, and then, looking at Sheng Tang's increasingly weak body, he sneered slightly, and said in a deep voice:

Third Senior Brother, in fact, you are wrong, although Senior Brother wants the master to die as soon as possible, in order to ascend to the throne of the head of Hongmen as soon as possible, but the person who really created the changes in Hongmen in the past few years is me.

Because I also want to be the head of the Hongmen,

The younger sister Hong Liu sensed all kinds of uneasy factors inside the Hongmen and ran away from home, and the sudden return of the fourth junior brother Jing Zhaomei after leaving the Hongmen for five years was all manipulated by me.

And all the incredible changes that you have seen in Master, or the shocking changes, that you have seen in the past few months, are all true.

He was indeed poisoned, and it was the unique poison of the drug-loving monster double medicine slave that had disappeared in the rivers and lakes for decades and made people fearful.