I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality

"Wait, explain what letter you want to deliver?"

In a secluded part of the Zhang Mansion, Zhou Heng recounted to Yang Hong about the Wu brothers’ wish to overturn their case and intercept the Imperial Censor’s appeal.

"What a lingering and persistent foe!"

Yang Hong turned to Zhou Heng, "This matter still requires your effort, Brother Zhou..."

As he spoke, Yang Hong extended his hand and made a downward slashing gesture.

Seeing this, Zhou Heng remained unruffled. He sat by the desk, bargaining, "Previously, I pointed out Celestial Heart Sect’s rebellion and accused Wu Yaohua in court, already taking a huge risk. Now, you want me to take out those two brothers, shouldering all the risk again."

"I can’t handle this!"

Yang Hong had known Zhou Heng for a long time and could tell what he was thinking, so to speak, knew him inside and out.

Without a word, Yang Hong returned to his quarters and brought out two silver notes.

He kept two 100-tael silver notes in his arms, only handing one 100-tael note to Zhou Heng.

"Just this? Killing people isn’t as simple as buying guilt, this will be hard to accomplish."