Chapter 174

  This small amount of money was nothing to Zhong Sang, but Deng Mingyang's actions made him feel uneasy.

  He showed a proud expression, took the silver package and didn't even look at it, directly tossing it to his attendant. With a complacent tone, he said: "Deng Qianjun, let me tell you the truth, don't look at my current position as just a battalion commander, this is only temporary. Once the situation stabilizes, I will at least become a division commander. Think about it, the entire country belongs to my uncle, what kind of position can I not get? As long as you follow me, there will definitely be benefits for you."

  "Yes, yes, yes! In the future, I will definitely be loyal to General and not betray him!" Deng Mingyang was overjoyed and repeatedly bowed his hands.

  "Ah!" Zhong Sang responded with a nasal sound, seeing that Mrs. Zhong had not yet come out, he couldn't wait any longer and said: "Don't let Auntie busy herself in the kitchen anymore, hurry up and bring the wine!"

  "Good!" Deng Mingyang replied with a smile, letting the servant call his wife over, and also bringing up the cooked dishes.

  Before long, Mrs. Deng came over with a tray in her hand, on which were placed a wine jug and cups.

  It's evening now, with candles lit in the house. At this moment, looking at Mrs. Deng again, she appears even more beautiful and charming.

  "General, have some wine!" Mrs. Deng poured a full cup for both Zhong Sang and Deng Mingyang, first handing it to Zhong Sang.

  Zhong Sang took over the wine glass and deliberately touched Deng's wife's hand with his fingers, smiling: "Sister-in-law is being polite!"

  This move is extremely rude behavior. If it weren't for her husband's reminder beforehand, Mrs. Deng might have turned hostile by now.

  She hastily withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted, lowering her head, and this shy and coy demeanor of hers made Zhong Sang feel even more tempted.

  He and Deng Mingyang clinked glasses, intentionally drinking to excess. Before long, the two of them had downed five jugs of wine, with most of it being forced into Deng Mingyang's belly. He was already showing signs of intoxication all over his face, sitting on a cushion, shaking his head repeatedly, and his eyelids were too heavy to lift.

  His tongue was straight, and he stammered: "General Zhong, I... can't drink anymore, I... can't drink anymore..."

  "Huh?" Zhong Sang said with a pretentious tone of dissatisfaction, "Who doesn't know that you, Deng Qianjun, are as steady as a mountain? Are you still trying to pretend in front of me?"

  "No, no, no, I'll drink, I'll still drink..." Looking at Deng Mingyang's appearance, he was obviously already confused, picking up the wine glass, couldn't even find his mouth. Zhong Sang grabbed his wrist and poured the wine from the cup into his mouth. After Deng Mingyang finished drinking the wine, his head sank down, thud, heavily leaning against the table.

  "Deng Qianjun? Deng Qianjun?" Zhong Sang called out several times, but seeing Deng Mingyang had no reaction, he pretended to be disappointed and shrugged his shoulders, muttering: "How did he get drunk so quickly." As he spoke, he beckoned to a nearby Deng household servant, saying: "Quickly, quickly help your master back to his room to rest."

  "Yes!" The servant responded with a grunt, struggling to support the unconscious Deng Mingyang as he laboriously made his way outside.

  At this time, Mrs. Deng also wanted to get up and leave, Zhong Sang stretched out his hand and stopped her, smiling awkwardly, his eyes rolling around randomly, glancing back and forth on Mrs. Deng's body. Taking advantage of the few degrees of intoxication, he said with a flirtatious smile: "Sister-in-law, don't be in such a hurry, if you also leave, wouldn't that be too neglectful of me, this honored guest?"

  Mrs. Deng heard this and had no choice but to slowly sit back down at the table.

  Seeing the servants had already escorted Deng Mingyang out of the room, Zhong Sang turned his head and glanced at the guards standing on either side. These people were all his trusted subordinates, deeply familiar with his habits, and knew that this young master had taken a fancy to someone's wife again, harboring evil intentions. One by one, they tactfully fell silent and walked out of the room, not forgetting to close the door tightly behind them.

  "They..." Madame Deng didn't know why the guards suddenly left, just as she opened her mouth to speak, Zhong Sang, who had been holding back for so long, couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed Madame Deng's wrist and pulled her into his arms, chuckling: "Since General Deng can't accompany me, then let his sister-in-law keep me company instead." As he spoke, his hand slipped inside Madame Deng's collar.

  Mrs. Deng did not know the detailed plan of her husband and Tang Yin, at this time she was suddenly slapped by Zhong Sang, she was greatly shocked, stunned for a moment, she reacted and thoughtlessly gave Zhong Sang a slap in the face, angrily scolding: "General, please restrain yourself!"

  Zhongsan touched his cheek, and a ferocious expression suddenly appeared on his face. He pushed Deng's wife to the ground with one hand, and before she could get up, he pressed her body down, tearing at her clothes while coldly laughing: "Self-respect? Even more disrespectful things are yet to come! Your husband has already given you to me, what kind of virtuous woman are you pretending to be?"

  Mrs. Deng was a woman, how could her strength compare to that of Zhong Sang? Soon her hands were pressed down firmly by Zhong Sang's single palm, and her clothes became disheveled.

  At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him: "It turns out that the people of the Zhong family are not only good at stabbing in the back, but also used to bullying women!"

  The voice was so loud that it scared Zhong Sang, who jumped up from Deng's body as if he had been stepped on the tail, and turned back to ask in a frightened tone: "Who is it?"

  Behind him stood a young man in black, looking like he was twenty-five or six years old, with a white face, sword-like eyebrows and tiger-like eyes, born with a smiling face, the corners of his mouth raised, handsome and likable, but now, Zhong Sang's heart was on high alert.

  The young man's gaze at Shang Zhongshan was slow and smiling, saying: "Tang Yin!"

  "Who... who are you?" Zhong Sang could hardly believe his ears.

  "Tang Yin!"

  Zhong Sang was stunned for a moment, then without saying another word, he turned around and ran towards the window of the house, planning to break it and escape.

  No need to take action, since Tang Yan has appeared here, it's already clear that everything is a carefully designed trap. At this point, if you still want to entangle with Tang Yan and try to knock him down, thinking of achieving some kind of great merit, then you're the biggest fool in the world. Zhong Sang wouldn't be so stupid.

  But he was too late to run now.

  Just as he approached the windowsill, intending to jump out and escape, a long knife suddenly stabbed in from outside the window. This knife was fast and unexpected, and Zhong Sang let out a strange cry. His instincts made him quickly lower his head, at which point a young man with a black face jumped in from outside the window, holding a three-pointed, double-edged knife. He held the knife horizontally and coldly said, "Sorry, this road is not open!"

  "Huh?"

  Zhongsan subconsciously took two steps back, just thinking of putting on the Ling armor, when he suddenly felt his neck being tightly grabbed from behind. He opened his eyes wide in shock and shouted, without thinking, immediately put on the Ling armor, while simultaneously swinging his arm to counterattack the person's face behind him.

  The one behind him is Tang Yin.

  His counterattack hadn't even arrived, and Tang Yin's palm had already emitted a blue light. Then, black flames emerged, and with a whooshing sound, Zhong Sang's external armor was instantly incinerated, emitting thick spiritual mist from his body. The entire person seemed to have been drained of life in an instant, his eyes wide open, but without any luster, only dull grayness remained.

  Plop!

  Tang Yin let go of his hand, throwing the corpse to the ground. Then, he lifted his head up, taking a deep breath in. Along with his breathing, all the lingering spiritual mist in the air was completely absorbed into his body.

  He closed his eyes and paused for a full ten seconds before slowly exhaling a mouthful of turbid air.

  Immediately, a black mist emanated from his body, gathering at his side. The mist grew thicker and more concentrated, eventually coalescing into a solid form. First, a face took shape, followed by a body and limbs. In the blink of an eye, another living person appeared beside Tang Yin, identical to him in both appearance and attire, as if carved from the same mold.

  The strange scene was not over yet, as Tang Yin's body twisted and his facial features shifted, transforming into a giant, eyeless monster with an enormous mouth. His legs shortened and his arms lengthened, crouching on the ground, making it even more terrifying. At this moment, not only did Mrs. Deng, who had not recovered from her shock, almost faint, but also the experienced and knowledgeable Shangguan Yuanrang was startled.

  "My god!"

  Tang Yin muttered a curse under his breath, then closed his eyes again. At this time, the monster beside him also changed again, its body twisted and turned in an unreasonable way, its facial features gradually becoming blurred. After a moment, it transformed into a person who looked exactly like Zhong Sang, not only in terms of facial features but even down to the smallest details on his brocade clothes.

  This is simply another Zhongsan.

  If it weren't for witnessing Zhong Sang being killed by Tang Yin with their own eyes, no one would believe that the Zhong Sang in front of them was fake.

  Good heavens! It took a long time for Officer Yuan to wake up from the shock, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath. The Shadow Clone was already amazing enough, but Tang Yin could actually change its shape and appearance, which was simply terrifying. He shook his head in disbelief, looking at Tang Yin's true body, and asked: "Sir, how did you do this?"

  Tang Yin's true body smiled but didn't speak, instead transforming into a clone of Zhong Sang who laughed and said: "This is the wonderful use of burning one's soul!" As he spoke, he stretched out his palm, in which a black flame danced, the fire was black but its core was blue, looking especially eerie.

  Bang!

  At this moment, the door opened and a group of people rushed in from outside. The leader was none other than Cheng Jin, followed by members of the Dark Arrow. They all held shiny steel knives with fresh blood stuck to them. As they approached, Cheng Jin said: "Sir, the clock San servants outside have all been taken care of..."

  Before he could finish speaking, he happened to see Zhong Sang beside Tang Yin and was so frightened that he quickly said: "Why doesn't the master kill him?"

  "Zhongsan is dead." Zhongsan's doppelganger walked up to the corpse on the ground, chuckled and kicked it over to Chengjin.

  Jing looked down and took a glance, and indeed, the corpse on the ground was not Zhong Sang or someone else. Then who was this Zhong Sang in front of him? He asked in surprise: "Then you..."

  "Doppelganger!"

  Divided body answers concisely.

  Can Shadow Clone also change its appearance? Even Cheng Jin didn't know this, and he couldn't do it either.

  He scratched his hair, looked up and down at the clock San, walked forward and pinched his face, pulled his clothes, sighed and shook his head, still couldn't understand what was going on, but didn't ask any more questions. Anyway, being by Tang Yin's side always made him see strange things, he had already gotten used to it.