honor me as god

Chapter 32 Murder in the Rainy Night

Outside the shaman's sanctuary, two guards stood on both sides, listening to the increasingly heavy rain, and for a while, they were a little lost.

Their posts are the most comfortable, with the vast army tent in front, the corpses that will not move in the back, and the dark post hiding behind the cover not far away. Except for the occasional shaman who comes in and out, almost no one can be seen. Attitude is also inevitable.

Suddenly, the guard on the left had a heart palpitation for no reason and looked to the left, only to see the vast darkness.

Without warning, the blade shadow of the tungsten steel dagger perfectly blended into the night, accurately embedded in the guard's throat, and cut off the trachea in the shock.He felt his body fall to the right uncontrollably, unable to say a word.

The guard on the right raised his hand subconsciously to block it, and caught a glimpse of blood beads in the air, his pupils dilated violently, and he opened his mouth to warn the sentry in the distance.

The bleak shadow of blood suddenly rushed, and the guard's temporomandibular joint was removed in an instant. The slender hand immediately wrapped around his neck, and his two fingers bit his throat like crocodile teeth, pinching the throat bone with a click.

The guard fell to the ground, unable to move like a broken puppet, and had to accept the fate of dying. Before dying, he could only curse in his heart that Dark Whistle was a son of a bitch.

He would never know, half a minute ago, the dead dark whistle also scolded him like this in his heart.

Kino let go of his hand and looked back at the sanctuary.

Not to mention that for someone like Chino who is obsessed with cleanliness, even an ordinary person, hiding in a corpse is an extremely nauseating thing.

But there was no way, his range of activities was restricted by the supreme existence, and he could not evacuate to the neighboring town with Paladin and others, and the reinforcements did not know when they would arrive. He had to live to the death and enter the enemy camp.

Hiding in a corpse is the only way to avoid the warning from the outside world.

Kino dried his hands with the dead man's clothes, clenched the tungsten steel dagger, and ran into the rain.

The shaman's sanctuary is located in the deep belly of the nomadic army camp. The location of the main tent of Dadan has not been confirmed, and you can only explore it yourself.

The nomadic marching tents on the way are dotted with various types, including animal tents, grain tents, recreational tents, and military supply tents. The dark sentry is guarded all night, and there is almost no dead corner of the sentry.

However, in Kino's eyes, this kind of garrison was scattered like a tattered cloth bag, and in the rainy night with extremely low visibility, they became the most loyal accomplices of the processor.

A horse-skin kettle floated along the stagnant water, attracting the attention of the grain tent guards. He secretly scolded who was so immoral. After drinking the kettle, he threw it all over the place. Aren't he afraid of being beaten by the quartermaster?
Just as he leaned over to pick up the kettle, a shadow of blood quietly appeared behind him, a tungsten steel dagger stroked his throat, and death came silently.

A dark whistle gently hummed the desert song, he was not afraid of being exposed, anyway, such a soft song would be drowned out by the heavy rain.

A light sound penetrated into his mind, disrupting the rhythm of the humming. He only felt that the sound was very similar to the sharp huqin he had heard before, which made people suddenly think of the sand like snow and the moon like hooks.

The tungsten steel dagger was pulled from the temple, bringing out a scarlet blood mist.

Ming Whistle was boring, he was thinking: Why didn't Dark Whistle sing?
Before he could ask, the crossbow arrow from the darkness pierced through his front and back neck, and he was supported by the waist before his body fell to the ground, like dancing a Vienna waltz.

In the tent area, a woman stood by the baby's cradle, shaking it gently.

Usually at this time, the child had already fallen asleep, but tonight he kept his eyes open, neither crying nor making trouble, but he just didn't want to fall asleep.

The woman looked at the innocent eyes of the child, and her expression was full of pity.

Without warning, the curtain widened.

The woman turned her head and saw that the rain was swept into her account by the wind. She quickly got up and walked over to re-tie the straps to prevent the rain from spilling on the baby.

When she turned around again, she suddenly found a scarlet figure in front of her. Even though she was soaked all over, the rain couldn't wash away the blood on his body.

Just as the woman was about to shout, her slender hand had already pinched her throat, pressing against her vocal cords so that it could not vibrate. She held the dagger in the other hand, raised her index finger to her lips, and motioned for silence.

The woman was so frightened that her breathing was disturbed that she kept nodding her head.

The tungsten steel dagger was quietly attached to the baby's side rib, and Chino released the hand that was strangling the woman's throat: "I am extremely nauseated now, and I am in a bad mood. You shout, and he will die immediately."

The woman was terrified, sobbing in a low voice: "I will never shout, I just ask you to spare my child."

Chino: "In the military regulations of the nomads, other than Dadan's wife, no other woman can enter the military camp. So, you are a woman of Shanwule?"

"it's me."

"Where is Shan Ule?"

The woman was hesitant at first, but seeing the tungsten steel dagger sticking to the baby's side rib, she sobbed: "There is no fixed position for the marching tent. You see which tent hangs the wolf's head, it is his main tent."

Chino: "Thank you."

The woman's body was trembling, and there was not a trace of blood on her face: "Can you let me go? I can't let the child have no mother"

Chino: "It depends on one thing - did you see me?"

The woman hurriedly shook her head: "I didn't see it, I didn't see anything! I've never seen you!"

"You know very well that you are lying."

"sorry"

"so?"

"I see you."

"Ah~"

"呲!" The tungsten steel dagger slashed through her throat, the incision was extremely deep but smooth, and there was almost no trace.

Her throat was bubbling with blood, and she knelt on the ground weakly, her hands tightly clutching Chino's sleeves, her eyes full of pleading despair, as if begging him to let that innocent little life go .

Before she received an answer, her life had been drained with her blood.

After the woman died, Chino walked over to the baby's bassinet and looked down.

When the little baby saw the stranger, his mouth flattened, as if he was about to cry.

"Shh—" Chino raised his index finger to his lips and said softly, "Be obedient, let's play a game."

"Ding." Yinyue bounced into the air and covered it on the back of her hand.

Chino: "King or Laurel?"

Little baby: "Abaabaaba~"

"Well, you are too young to speak, so I can only make an exception for you to choose." Kino thought about it and said, "King."

When you're done, raise your hands.

On the back of the hand, the holy candlelight of Dogoland I, supreme mercy.

"Good luck, little guy." Chino put away the silver moon, exchanged 1 point of respect for a pacifier containing cream crystal essence, stuffed it into the baby's mouth to prevent crying, and turned to leave.

"Boom--"

The sound of thunder pierced his ears, awakening the sleeping Shan Ule.

He looked at the curtain, and wondered which guard was so careless that he forgot to tie the fixed rope, and the curtain kept swaying in the strong wind.

The torrential rain outside not only did not stop, on the contrary, it became more and more intense, with thunder and light intertwined, the sky was as bright as day, and the tent was also illuminated from time to time.

Pull the curtains up, Shan Ule thought.

Even if the thunder could not be stopped, the darkness might relieve the pain in his right eye and let him sleep soundly until dawn.

He went over and closed the curtain, tied the straps, and prepared to go back to sleep.

As soon as he turned around, the thunder light flashed again, illuminating the delicate face that was close at hand. The facial features were so perfect that even the most famous artist in the world could not sculpt it. Not like a mortal.

"Go!!!!" The person who appeared behind him like a ghost made Shan Wule cry out, waking up the entire barracks.

(End of this chapter)