Chapter 841: The Blackwater Shaman!
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Records of the Human Emperor Chapter 841: The Blackwater Shaman!

Chapter 841: The Blackwater Shaman!

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

"What?"

Wang Chong was stunned, barely able to believe his ears. Hulayeg's actions were simply mind-blowing, and not even Wang Chong had ever imagined that he would employ this sort of strategy.

"But will this strategy really be effective?"

Hulayeg's home had been raided by a party personally led by that Fourth Prince, and previous to the battle at Qixi Armory, this Fourth Prince had followed the Black Wolf Yabgu for a long period of time, listening to and carrying out his orders every day, so he definitely would not have a good impression of Hulayeg. In normal circumstances, it would be quite decent if he didn't lunge at Hulayeg and bite off a piece of the traitor's flesh. It would be almost impossible for Hulayeg to alter the prince's impressions of him.

"Why else would he have himself injured? Xu Keyi really did beat him, making no efforts to spare him any pain. And while Hulayeg was lying on the ground, his face pale from the pain and his forehead caked with sweat, he was still insisting that Xu Keyi should beat him a little harder. I have to admit that this Turkic horse merchant has some ability. The Turkic Fourth Prince has been imprisoned together with him for a few days, listening every day to him harp on about how he's just a simple merchant who, for the sake of saving him, ended up getting savagely beaten. And that Fourth Prince actually believed him," Xu Qiqin said, her hands covering the smile on her mouth.

"Oh? If that really is the case, then this fellow is truly astounding! It seems like he's putting everything on the line to get back to the Turkic steppe."

Wang Chong was gradually infected by Xu Qiqin's melodious laughter, a smile slowly appearing in his eyes.

"Forget it. I'll just let him continue doing what he wants!"

……

Meanwhile, on the distant Mount Sanmi, from the tent of the Western Turkic Khagan came a furious bellow that echoed through the heavens.

"What? They've refused us again! Proposing such imp

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