Listening to politics behind a curtain?Kill the Queen Mother at the beginning!

Chapter 53 A Massacre in the Rainy Night
The clouds in the sky are extremely thick, and the dark clouds that are constantly gathering are piled up together, like a curtain covering the top, even the cold moonlight is covered, and the night is as thick as thick ink. It is no exaggeration to say that you can't see your fingers.

At some point, the man carrying the wooden box had arrived in the high-walled compound, and with a light leap, he reached the top of a three-story attic.

"Rumble..."

The dull thunder sounded,
Then the lightning came down,
With this moment of light,
When Qinglong looked down from a height, the Xie Mansion, which covers an area of ​​more than a hundred mu, was like a giant beast in the dark dormant, only a faint outline could be seen.

Maybe it was too late at night, or maybe it was too rainy, but there was still no sign of waking up.

Even the servants patrolling with lanterns only cared about hiding under the nearby eaves to avoid the rain, and ordinary family members and maids slept deeply.

Qinglong didn't act hastily, but quietly felt the atmosphere around him. The murderous aura of ordinary dead soldiers couldn't be concealed, and those practitioners who were as bloody as dragons were like torches in the dark night.

Before slaughtering the Xie Mansion, you need to avoid these people as much as possible and complete the task in the fastest and most efficient way. This is a habit carved in your bones since childhood.

The dead men and retainers are definitely not qualified to live in the backyard where the family members of the Xie family live.

Naturally, Qinglong can easily avoid it. He is the killer leader of the secret service agency. Containing his own murderous aura and hiding his whereabouts are the basic things. With this heavy rain curtain, even people in the same situation have no possibility of discovering it. ,

"Is it the mourning hall?"

Qinglong looked at the place where Xie's mourning hall was erected and thought to himself, the white lantern hanging under the beam was like a torch in the night, instantly attracting all his attention.

He didn't know if anyone else in the Xie family had died recently, but there were not many people worthy of such a care.

Xie Wenyuan, the servant of the Ministry of War, was one of them, and the courtyard where the mourning hall was located, no accident, was where his widow lived, and it was also the primary target of Luo Porridge's confession.

Qinglong had a clear idea and went straight to kill without any hesitation, his toes stepped on the green tiles of the roof, there was no crisp sound, only the extremely slight patter of the soles of his boots touching the water stains on the tiles when they stepped on the ground and lifted up again.

outside the mourning hall,
Qinglong leaned over and saw that in the mourning hall, there was only an old man with a slumped face lying in front of the empty coffin, talking to himself.

"Om..."

This is the subtle sound of the air vibrating when the arrow is pushed out by the taut string. Before Qinglong came here, he had seen the portraits of the members of the Xie family and naturally knew this person, and he took out the hand crossbow from the wooden box very familiarly.

"Boom..."

This is the dull sound of the fine steel arrows piercing the skull and being nailed to the coffin. The Fourteenth Power of the Ming Dynasty was originally a murder weapon made by skilled craftsmen of a dynasty.

Xie Heng'an's death was no different from the ordinary pawns that Qinglong had killed in the past when he completed his mission. All his schemes and calculations were nothing compared to the monstrous ruthlessness and the determination of the man who can't be killed that day.

The reality is also far more absurd than imagined. He never thought until his death that the thief in Shangjing would be so resolute in sending people to Qinghe County to kill people.

Such unscrupulous, actually doing whatever he wants, you must know that this is his Xie family's lair, the center of Qinghe County's power.

Qinglong looked at the slowly falling corpse in front of the coffin,

Without the slightest stop and without half waves,

As far as I am concerned, it makes no difference whether to kill him first or to kill an irrelevant collateral child first, because the order I received is,
They were all slaughtered, leaving no one behind.

After half a cup of tea,

When Qinglong left the courtyard, one of the last six execution steel knives in his hand was covered with blood, even the wooden handle was soaked, showing a dark red color.

Nearly a hundred people from top to bottom fell under this steel knife, and there were no ear-piercing screams or wailings during the process, because the steel knife in his hand was fast enough to allow them all to walk peacefully. As for most people, they have already left unknowingly in their sleep.

Even people with strong vitality and tenacious vitality can't make any sound, because when the knife cuts the throat, the gushing blood will instantly block the trachea, and at most they can only make a sound similar to "ho ho ho..." tiny sound.

On a torrential rainy night, most of the sounds will be covered up, and the strong smell of blood will be diluted by the water vapor brought by the raindrops just after it floats out of the window and door, and even the traces left behind will be washed away by the rain, making people feel helpless. can be found anywhere.

So since ancient times,
A rainy day is a good time to kill,
The Qinglong, dressed in black like ink, disappeared in the torrential rainy night for the first time, and went to the next courtyard. When he came out of the seventh courtyard, he had no less than five hundred lives in his hands. Very efficient.

"Who are you?"

The man patrolling at night got closer, his nose moved slightly, and he smelled the bloody smell washed away by the rain. While pressing the knife with his right hand, he also raised the lantern in his left hand. Finally, the man turned and ran to want early warning.

Qinglong did not answer, but pressed the mechanism on the fourteenth posture of the Ming Dynasty. In an instant, a row of steel needles shot out from the top of the wooden box. Going away at the key point, the steel knife in his hand was also thrown out through the heart of the fleeing man.

The group of people fell down without even seeing Qinglong's face clearly, and Qinglong never exposed himself in front of living people from the beginning to the end.

"The head of the family has been killed!"

"A thief has entered the house!"

"A thief has entered the house!"

……

But the mourning hall was really quiet for too long, and was finally discovered by another team of night watchmen. There were horrified shouts, but there was still no answer. Someone pushed open the door and looked at the corpses in the courtyard after another, scared out of their wits , But still resisted the fear and climbed up the bell tower.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The sound of the ancient bronze bell was very dull. After ringing one after another, it pierced through the heavy rain curtain. At this time, the dormant monster came to life. More than [-] dead soldiers in light clothes neatly packed up their weapons. All parts of the courtyard gathered towards the direction where the bell was ringing.

Qinglong was perceiving carefully on another attic. Among them were many practitioners with deep auras. These were the disciples supported by the Xie family. Among them was a third-rank pure martial artist whose aura was wild like a wild beast. The permanent manpower in the mansion and the strength of the aristocratic families in the local area can be seen.

"No trace of the thief was found!"

"I don't have it here!"

"Neither here!"

The dead men who arrived at the mourning hall first searched carefully, but found no trace of Qinglong except for the corpses scattered all over the place, and the rest of the people who were still coming also stopped when they heard the sound.

And those Xie family members who woke up were only 300 people left. Looking at the quiet courtyard around them, an inexplicable fear rose in their hearts. It was a kind of fear of the unknown, because they didn't even know how many people there were, nor Know where and why.

Some of them want to escape, want to leave Xie Mansion, but the distance to the nearest city is more than [-] li, so what if there is an ambush on the way?
Everyone hesitated and didn't know where to go.

In the end, under the shout of an old man, everyone ran to the clan ancestral hall. After all, it was the core location in Xie's mansion. All the living Xie family children in the courtyard knew the route even in the dark. It can also be gathered as quickly as possible.

"Yuan Kui, don't chase after me!"

"Now we don't know where the thieves are going, so you stay here and protect me, and wait until dawn so that those thieves have nowhere to hide, they're making calculations!"

"In addition, only 200 people were left to search everywhere in the mansion, and the rest of the surrounding people immediately moved closer to the ancestral hall. Don't fall into the thief's plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain."

An old man calmed down and shouted, the dead soldiers who were close to him gave up their search and quickly approached the middle. As a dead soldier raised since childhood, orders and prohibitions are far better than ordinary soldiers.

(End of this chapter)