Following Zhang San’s analysis of various situations, Ding Kucha really discovered that it was not because he was too greedy that he felt he didn’t have enough money; it was entirely because he had not found the right method to make money.
If he had the brains of Zhang San, he would have made a fortune long ago!
The more the two of them talked, the happier they got. Eventually, Ding Kucha told Zhang San directly, "Brother Zhang San, speaking of which, I have a master by my side, a powerful figure who escaped from the Source of Suffering and possesses the strength of the Purple Mansion Realm. He is skilled in curses. If you have any enemies, just say the word. I will help you assassinate them with a curse!"
Hearing this, Zhang San couldn’t help but be startled.
Although he knew that Ding Kucha was carried away by their conversation, which is why he would show off such a trump card.
But Zhang San still cautiously asked, "Assassinate with a curse? What conditions are needed? Let me see if my enemies meet the criteria."
At that moment, the image of a person flashed through Zhang San’s mind.
That person was Yang Ce, the Crown Prince of Great Sui.
If the Tujue people took action and assassinated Yang Ce with a curse, that would be too perfect!
Ding Kucha said, "We need the person’s blood. As long as we have their blood, we can kill them with a curse."
Zhang San himself didn’t have Yang Ce’s blood, and it was impossible for him to acquire Yang Ce’s blood in the future and then travel thousands of miles to come here.
He had swayed Ding Kucha for the moment but surmised that this guy would probably realize it after some time.
So he couldn’t count on the future.
Soon, a somewhat frail middle-aged man walked in.
Though his eyes suggested middle age, everything from the wrinkles on his face to the way he walked seemed more akin to an elderly person.
"My name is Wuxin, I have the honor of meeting all the distinguished guests," he said.
Wuxin knew that if Ding Kucha had asked him to come over, it must be for something very important, hence these people were certainly distinguished guests.
After Ding Kucha explained, Wuxin and Zhang San greeted each other.
"I’ve heard that Master Wuxin is skilled at assassination by curse, and now, Khan Ding Kucha, you need someone dead. I just wonder if you have that person’s blood?"
Ding Kucha was taken aback and asked in return, "Who do I need dead?"
Zhang San laughed and said, "Sharlobi has three Khans by his side, assembling with him at the central army. Obviously, these three men have gained Sharlobi’s trust the most. They are also likely to gain the most benefits from this battle."
"If the great battle ends successfully, I fear these three men might even rise above you in standing. But if Master Wuxin takes action and curses one of the Khans who is currently charging into the fray on the front lines, on one hand, it can be blamed on the Sui Army on the battlefield, making others think the Sui Army has used some special tactic."
"On the other hand, it would alert the other two Khans to the danger, making them apprehensive about going all out in the battle, holding back more in order to save their own lives."
"After all, you didn’t really plan on waging war when you sent troops southward, did you? What if Sharlobi blames you afterward? But if everyone holds back a little, then there won’t be any trouble, right?"
Hearing this, Ding Kucha nodded again and again, and then took a small bottle out of his Storage Ring. He glanced at the name "Wugu Li" that he had engraved on it.
"Speaking of which, I have never been on good terms with Wugu Li. This time heading south, he is the Right Vanguard attacking the Longyun Path! Master Wuxin, this will be a burden for you."
Wuxin glanced at the blood in the small bottle and frowned slightly, saying, "This blood has been stored for too long, and may not have a strong enough connection. I could probably cause him severe heart pain, but whether he will die is uncertain. Let me give it a try."