Landing in the Fantastic World

"You frenzied beast!"    

Moh Wangchen, who had a good cultivation, was also angered to the point of going crazy.    

He even dared to make a move on his own father, was such a person worthy of being called a human being?    

"Go ahead and scold him. Go ahead and scold him however you want!"    

A victorious smile appeared at the corner of Moh Biehe's mouth. "Anyway, this is the last time you can vent your emotions."    

"Someone, chop off the Crown Prince's hands and feet. I want him to die bit by bit in extreme pain."    

"No!"    

Yunxiang's shoulders trembled and her face looked miserable. She almost fainted because of her grief and anxiety.    

"Bang!"    

Suddenly, Hanchuan, who was standing behind Yan Yunxiang, fell down from the third floor and landed heavily on the ground.    

"What's going on?"    

Everyone turned their eyes to him.    

"Mr. Hanchuan, why did you fall down from upstairs?"    

Moh Biehe's face was full of confusion. Hanchuan was a cultivator with a very high cultivation base. It was unbelievable that he fell down from the upper floor.    

However, the response to Moh Biehe was silence. Hanchuan lay motionless on the ground.    

A few soldiers walked over from behind Moh Biehe. After checking Hanchuan's body, their faces changed and said, "Fourth Prince, Mr. Hanchuan... He is not breathing anymore."    

What!?    

Everyone widened their eyes.    

"Who killed Mr. Hanchuan?"    

Moh Biehe was furious. All along, Hanchuan was the person he could rely on the most, and he was deeply respected by him. He never thought that Hanchuan would die under his watch.    

"Speak! What exactly happened just now?"    

Moh Biehe looked at Mu Yu and Yun Yan on the third floor.    

At this moment, Yun Yan regained her senses a little, but she didn't say anything about Moh Biehe's question.    

Not to mention that she didn't know what had happened just now, even if she knew, she wouldn't be able to say a word to Moh Biehe.    

"Reporting to Fourth Prince, my master overworked himself for His Highness, causing him to be infected with a chronic illness. He suddenly acted up just now and died."    

Mu Yu straightened his back, calm and composed, and replied neither servile nor overbearing.    

"Nonsense!" Moh Biehe rebuked angrily.    

What Mu Yu said was full of flaws. As a cultivator, Hanchuan's body was not something ordinary people could compare with.    

It was absolutely impossible for him to be infected with a chronic disease, let alone die suddenly.    

"If you don't tell me the truth, I will chop off your head!"    

Moh Biehe stared at Mu Yu. For some reason, he suddenly felt that Mu Yu was a little strange and abnormal.    

"Fourth Prince, what I said is the truth."    

Mu Yu smiled faintly and said, "This kind of chronic disease is really powerful. Even the cultivator can't resist it."    

"Moreover, the most terrifying thing is that this kind of chronic disease is contagious. In a while, perhaps His Highness Fourth Prince will also be infected."    

"Who exactly are you?" Moh Biehe looked at Mu Yu with killing intent in his eyes.    

By now, he was completely convinced that Mu Yu was not one of them.    

As a servant, how could he still be calm and relaxed when his master was dead?    

How dare he speak to a prince with a high and mighty status like this?    

All of this indicated that Mu Yu was definitely not Hanchuan's servant, he was just pretending to be someone else.    

Thinking of this, Moh Biehe felt a chill down his spine. He felt a chill down his spine. Unknowingly, someone had hidden among them.    

If there was such a person among his guards, wouldn't he also turn into a corpse in an instant, just like Hanchuan?