It takes a lot of money to raise soldiers, guards, and dead soldiers. Especially raising dead soldiers costs several times more than raising soldiers and guards. The men in black sent by Su Nanxiang are not afraid of death. It can be seen that they They are all dead soldiers, or they have been successfully trained and have good martial arts. It took at least a million taels of silver to raise these dozens of dead soldiers to the level they are today...
"Su Nanxiang, where did you get so much money?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Su Nanxiang replied angrily.
Murong Xue didn't take it seriously, kicked away a man in black in front of him, and said leisurely: "Although you are the heirloom daughter of the Su family, there are dedicated people to take care of your food, clothing and housing, and the money you can use is no more than one dollar at most. Wan Liang, you didn't pay for the money to raise the dead man... More precisely, you didn't raise the dead man..."
"What's none of your business?" Su Nanxiang interrupted her sharply, with the annoyance that the matter was exposed in her sharp voice.
The corners of Murong Xue's mouth curled up: "It's really none of my business, but it's none of your business. Your parents gave you so many dead men to protect you, but you actually let them kill... Now it's all right, they were all killed by others, how do you explain to your parents... "
"Hmph, what are you explaining? Tell me, they are not my parents..." Su Nanxiang suddenly thought of something, stopped, and said viciously to Murong Xue: "Murong Xue, you don't need to worry about my affairs..."
These dead men are not from the Su Mansion.
A dark light flashed in Murong Xue's cold eyes, she swung her sword to kill a man in black, and said leisurely: "I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about the master of the dead soldiers. Bring the dead men to kill me, right? If the masters of the dead know about this, I'm afraid it will be very bad for you... "
"Murongxue, you are wrong. The master of the dead soldiers knew that I brought them to kill you, so the master is very supportive..." Su Nanxiang said with a smile, with indescribable pride in his voice.
So it turned out that Su Nanxiang joined forces with someone to kill her!
Murong Xuexue narrowed her eyes slightly, and tentatively probed without a trace: "The master of the dead man knew me? He still has a grudge against me?" Otherwise, why did you join forces with Su Nanxiang to put her to death.
"You want to know?" Su Nanxiang looked at Murong Xue proudly.
"En." Murong Xue nodded lightly.
"I won't tell you. I'll suffocate you and ask you to ask the King of Yama in the Hall of Yama, hahaha..." Su Nanxiang laughed wildly, with indescribable pride in his laughter.
Murong Xue: "..."
childish!
"It seems that Miss Su is determined not to tell me the masters of the dead soldiers."
"Hmm." Su Nanxiang nodded arrogantly, looking at Murong Xue with indescribable pride.
Murong Xue's eyes were light: "It doesn't matter, if you don't want to say it, don't say it. The master of the dead soldiers hasn't come before me personally. I know his identity is the best. It doesn't matter if I don't know. The main thing I want to solve today is You, Su Nanxiang."
Su Nanxiang's smug laughter stopped abruptly, a bad premonition arose in his heart, his eyes were like sharp arrows, and he shot at Murong Xue: "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is, I've talked so much nonsense with you, the second is to figure out the master behind the dead man, the main purpose is to find out the exact location of your Su Nanxiang..."