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As soon as the voice faded.
Gongsun Li's mouth overflowed with blood, and he lay on the back of the chair, dead.
Gongsun Yan held his father, letting his head rest on his own shoulder, choking up, he said, "Father, your son will keep it in mind, may you have a good journey."
Zhou Yang looked at Xia Zhonglin and asked, "Before you die, I still want to ask you something. Ye Xian died in such a hurry, probably because he was afraid to answer, so you can answer it. Who hired the two Western assassins?"
"It was me!"
Xia Zhonglin, knowing he couldn't escape death, became more defiant.
"Think carefully, with one word, I can wipe out your Xia family! But if you give me a satisfying answer, I might spare some of your women and children."
Zhou Yang warned.
Xia Zhonglin's spirit was instantly quashed by half, and he struggled hesitantly with clenched teeth, saying, "You want to know who cursed the Ye family, right?"