Six eyes met!
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
The two old men shot out with the speed of a fierce wind!
The old man in the carriage was too sick, on the verge of death!
A life is more important than the heavens!
Ye Fan will surely understand us!
"There are assassins, protect the Prime Minister!"
The guards beside the carriage saw two dark figures approaching and quickly grabbed their weapons to stop them.
Unfortunately, they were still a step too late.
"Old brother, you are sick!" The Second Elder stood in front of the carriage and said, looking up.
"And very sick! On the verge of death!" Master Xie Yan also looked up, his tone extremely serious.
The old man in the carriage shivered in fear.
He couldn't catch his breath and almost died on the spot...
"Assassin!"
The guards' weapons all fell onto the two old men's necks.
As long as the person in the carriage gave an order, these two old lunatics would lose their heads!
Just then, a squad of patrol soldiers passed by.
Upon seeing the scene, the squad leader, scared, quickly rushed forward with his subordinates.
"Is the Prime Minister alright...?" the squad leader asked cautiously, wiping sweat from his brow as he approached.
Damn it!
If something happened to the Prime Minister on the street, his own head would be replaced.
Where did these damn, wicked assassins come from?
Attacking during the Lantern Festival, are they crazy?
The two old men remained incredibly composed, as if they hadn't noticed the weapons at their necks.
"Strange, why can't I see anyone?" The Second Elder looked at the empty carriage window and asked in confusion.
"Oh no," Master Xie Yan blamed himself. "I shouldn't have died yet, right?"
Hearing this, the Prime Minister's guards and the patrol soldiers shivered...
The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.
Ye Fan stood not far away, quietly watching everything unfold.
He couldn't be bothered anymore.
He was tired...
Whatever happens, happens...
As long as you're happy...
Don't mind me...
Really...
Inside the carriage.
"Prime Minister! Prime Minister, wake up!" the butler called out anxiously, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"Alright, stop shaking me..." the Prime Minister said weakly. "If you shake me any more, my old bones will truly give out..."
"You scared this old servant to death..." The butler heaved a sigh of relief and quickly helped the Prime Minister sit up.
"Alas..." The Prime Minister sighed deeply, his heart finally at ease.
My goodness.
That nearly scared this old man to death...
Although the Prime Minister was a mortal without cultivation, he had been a fierce general on the battlefield in his youth.
Logically speaking, even if Master Xie Yan's eyes were a little strange, he shouldn't have been this scared.
Ultimately, it was old age.
Most importantly, it happened too suddenly.
Without any warning...
"Alright, I'm fine. Disperse," the Prime Minister said again, lifting the carriage curtain and gesturing to everyone.
The Prime Minister's guards naturally said nothing more, retracted their weapons, and returned to stand in front of the carriage.
"Prime Minister, these two are extremely suspicious. May this subordinate take them back for interrogation?" the patrol squad leader asked urgently.
This incident was already his dereliction of duty, so he had to do something to make amends.
Before the Prime Minister could speak, the two old men turned around first.
Normal people turn their bodies before turning their heads.
But when these two turned, they twisted their necks first...
Their necks would turn a bit, and when they couldn't turn anymore, they would turn their bodies.
Then they would turn their necks again after turning their bodies a bit.
This cycle continued...
The patrol soldiers' legs trembled, and goosebumps covered their bodies.
Holy crap!
What kind of bizarre creatures are these...
"Who are you calling suspicious?" The Second Elder complained with dissatisfaction as he twisted his body strangely.
"That's right, we were kindly trying to treat Old Brother's illness, you can't just falsely accuse us!" Master Xie Yan also expressed his displeasure.
The patrol guards had only seen the backs of the two old men until now.
As they turned their heads, they saw their faces directly...
The way they turned was already bizarre enough.
When they saw Master Xie Yan's eyeballs, they instinctively took a step back...
Seeing this scene late at night...
Sent shivers down their spines!
Their scalps tingled!
A chill shot up their necks!
With palpitations, the squad leader couldn't help but want to slap himself hard!
Serves you right for talking too much!
"Alright, you go patrol. The two old brothers are not bad people," the Prime Minister waved his hand.
"This subordinate takes his leave!"
The squad leader bowed and led his men away!
"Lai Fu, please invite the two old brothers into the carriage for a chat." The Prime Minister then instructed the butler beside him.
"Two honored sirs." The butler alighted from the carriage and approached the two old men. "My Prime Minister requests you to enter the carriage for a chat."
Ye Fan couldn't watch anymore.
He was not far away and had clearly seen and heard everything that had happened.
Before, calling everyone sick was merely harassment.
Now, they were about to treat the Prime Minister of Da Liang?
Ye Fan's mind flashed back to the incident of the mutated ant.
Then an old man turned into a half-man, half-ant monster...
"Halt!" As Ye Fan tried to get closer, the guards raised their weapons to warn him.
"Ye Fan is our friend," the two old men were immediately displeased. "You are very rude!"
"Young master, honored sirs." The butler lowered the curtain and turned around to bow. "My Prime Minister invites all three of you into the carriage for a chat."
The guards retracted their weapons, and Ye Fan and the two old men entered the carriage in order.
The Prime Minister looked to be around seventy years old.
Although his beard and hair were all white, his physique showed that he had been a sturdy man in his youth.
However, he clearly did not look well at the moment.
His sallow complexion was visibly unhealthy, and he coughed occasionally.
As the two old men had said, he was indeed sick, and seriously so.
He had seen many physicians, but neither imperial physicians nor famous doctors in the capital could do anything.
They could only deduce that the Prime Minister had not much time left, but no one could find the cause of his illness.
His condition was not entirely without a solution; a Body Tempering Pill could resolve it.
The problem was that such a pill was for cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage.
The Prime Minister was just an ordinary mortal; taking one would certainly cause him to explode on the spot...
After repeated confirmation, he had at most five days left.
The Prime Minister took it quite philosophically and did not do anything reckless.
He had come out tonight to relax.
He wanted to see Da Liang, the country he had guarded for his entire life, one last time before he died.
To see the prosperity of the imperial city.
The two old men's exclamation of "You are sick" just now had moved him.
To be able to see his illness at a glance, was he perhaps a hidden master of medicine?
The desire to live is a fundamental human instinct, and the Prime Minister was no exception.
If there was any chance of survival, he would certainly strive for it.
Provided that these two had genuine skill.
His illness was very strange.
Let alone finding the cause, without hours of careful diagnosis, even the symptoms could not be discerned.
Whether these two had real skill would be known with a test!
"My two old brothers," the Prime Minister said with a smile after the three had sat down, "You said just now that I was sick. Could you discern what illness it is?"
"Ahem," Ye Fan coughed and cupped his hands to the Prime Minister. "Esteemed Prime Minister, I believe there has been a misunderstanding."