Silent Killing

Zuo Qingcang eyes opened, I just felt a headache. But years of training still made him immediately want to stand up and be vigilant all around.

But a slight movement of the waist, but found that his lower body was unprecedentedly weak, let alone to stand up, it was a bit difficult to even bend to sit up.

‘Ghost King Agent? Still drugged? ‘

As Zuo Qingcang thought about this, he began to roll his eyes to observe the situation around all around.

The wooden roof, the dim light, the unique vapor of the sea from the tip of the nose, and the sound of rolling waves seems to be heard in the ears.

‘I’m at sea? In a boat? ‘Rolled in the Asura field from an early age. Zuo Qingcang was not surprised that someone would deal with himself, but he did not expect to be transported to the sea by a humble ship. This seems unnecessary.

‘My last memory was sleeping in a Sheraton hotel room. ‘

‘The set alarm did not go off. ‘

‘The food was tested and there was no problem. ‘

While thinking about how he was caught at sea, Zuo Qingcang slowly exerted his hands, trying to make himself sit up first.

This action gave him two new discoveries.

One is that the other party didn’t restrain himself by any means, and just threw himself on the bed. The second is that something is wrong with his body.

On the cabin next to the bed, Zuo Qingcang looked at his hands, and at the chest, stomach, and thighs under the clothes.

‘The scar is gone. ‘

‘The size of the body has changed. The length of the hands and the bust are stronger than before. ‘

Then he cautiously touched his face again, his frown tightened: ‘The skin is rough, the cheekbones are taller than mine, and the chin is longer than the original. ‘

Even then, his mind remained calm, trying to use the experience he knew to judge the situation at hand.

‘L hallucinogen, or is I got a large-scale cosmetic surgery? ‘

‘But what’s the point? If I wanted to interrogate me, it would be more effective to tie me up with fatigue tactics or torture. ‘

Zuo Qingcang gently flicked his hair with his thumb and forefinger, and kept silently thinking: ‘Hair has also become curls, has it burned me? They also helped me to make a bun, and if you loosen it, your hair will be about the length of a shawl. ‘

The situation seems more and more strange. Zuo Qingcang has not been caught, nor has anyone been caught, but in that case, he encountered lying on the operating table and wanted to peel himself.

I have also met someone who hung someone on a tree in preparation for feeding a lion.

I have also encountered a mouse soaked in a water cell, ready to throw humans into it.

But like now, after waking up, his body was completely changed, and he really met for the first time.

What he didn’t know was that in some places, some entertainment works called this encounter.

He is still understanding the situation with his previous knowledge and experience.

He tried to stand up, but found that his feet were completely unpowered, and it seemed that the other party had more medicine than he thought.

He can only rely on his hands to move on the bed. Fortunately, his physical strength now seems to exceed that of the past. Even with both hands, he can move himself smoothly.

But there was nothing beautiful in the room. A wooden bed, a wooden table, a candle lampshade on the table, the cabin kept shaking slightly with the waves, making a squeaking sound from time to time. All of this gives Zuo Qingcang a backward, ancient feel.

Zuo Qingcang believed that no one would do anything meaningless except a lunatic, so he observed and began to think.

But while Zuo Qingcang was thinking slowly, from time to time in his mind, a part of his memory jumped out.

He is the memory of a man named Liu Zhicheng.

In his memory, Liu Zhicheng was a sergeant of the Northern Army of the Great Qi Dynasty. When he returned to his hometown six months ago, he found that his old father had been buried in a hurry.

After some investigation, I realized that his father was killed by a horse on the street. The rider is the youngest son of Prince Jade, Cao Sheng.

Prince Jade is Uncle, who is today’s son. How can his younger son be dealt with by Liu Zhicheng. After some struggle, Cao Sheng was unharmed, but Liu Zhicheng was asked to bow his head to admit his mistake.

In anger, Liu Zhicheng attacked Cao Sheng, but was defeated by the opponent. After that, he was called out of the Zhenbei Army, and his name rose to darkness. With the voyage team, he was sent to the new continent colony.

But this is just the beginning. Maybe Liu Zhicheng is just an insignificant ant for Prince Jade, but for the people below, Liu Zhicheng is a channel for them to please King Yuqing.

Zuo Qingcang knows too much about this kind of political turmoil. Maybe Prince Jade didn’t want to investigate Liu Zhicheng’s meaning at all, but as long as he didn’t express his position clearly, then that kind of silent attitude is enough to make countless people under his hands like piranha Similarly, in order to enter into a relationship with Prince Jade, to please Prince Jade, or to fear offending Prince Jade, he oppressed Liu Zhicheng.

It can be said that Prince Jade didn’t have to say a word, Liu Zhicheng had never had a prominence in the Great Qi Dynasty. All his superiors, his colleagues, and his subordinates will collectively exclude him as if they have a tacit understanding.

Liu Zhicheng’s next memory quickly confirmed Zuo Qingcang’s judgment. On the way to the new continent, he was not only subjected to various exclusions. Some people even started attacking him.

Carefully recalling the persecution of Liu Zhicheng along the way, Zuo Qingcang slightly frowned. According to his ideas, Prince Jade should not have ordered the people below to do such things. It will make people kill themselves on the ship to the new continent, more likely the younger son of Prince Jade, Cao Sheng’s idea.

According to Liu Zhicheng’s memory, although he was defeated by Cao Shengyi at the beginning, his mouth was not bad. It may be a question of cursing. He knows deeply that no matter what the history of the world, there is no lack of such a strong background, but he must report to Prince Sun.

But for Zuo Qingcang, now is not the time to think about the reason, not why he came back to this Great Qi Dynasty, why he became a person named Liu Zhicheng. Not to complain that Liu Zhicheng left him such a mess.

The most important thing now is to live. His lower body had completely lost consciousness, and the longer the medicine prescribed by the other party was, the longer the effect was, the heavier the effect was.

Then at this time, the other party may rush in at any time. He was paralyzed half-length, with no objects in his hands, and had become a lamb to be slaughtered.

According to Liu Zhicheng’s memory, this should be a kind of medicine powder called Man Dao Dao, which was used to imprison Martial Dao in the army, and the antidote should be in the other’s hand.

Zuo Qingcang frowned, and looked up again to observe the sight of all around. First, he looked towards the candle light. After ten seconds, he saw that Zuo Qingcang had loosened his bun and a long hair fell directly on him. On the shoulders.

Then he began to pull his own hair, one by one, 30-40 cm long hair was pulled down by him one by one, and then tied back and forth, forming a filament more than two meters long.

He moved his body with both hands and tied one end of the filament to the base of the candle light, and the other end was connected to his little thumb.

The dim lights, coupled with the thin hair, can’t be seen at all if you don’t pay attention.

Then Zuo Qingcang flipped the bunk on the boat and saw the wooden floor. As he imagined, the ship was very old. Not only was the mould on the ship’s floorboards, but there were already obvious breaks and looseness in several places.

It was the squeaking sound before that that was the bed under Zuo Qingcang.

So from the crack on the bed, he directly buckled a piece of wood with the thickness of his thumb and the length of his palm, like a dagger, hiding the wood thorn behind his back.

This was the only weapon he could find in the room. Then he closed his eyes and leaned on the bed, motionless, as if asleep.

After about five minutes, the door of the room was opened and a pair of footsteps passed into Zuo Qingcang’s ears.

Listening to the sound of footsteps in his ears, Zuo Qingcang still closed his eyes and silently judged: ‘A person … the footsteps are very light. ‘

The other person probably came to the position of one meter in front of Zuo Qingcang and stopped.

Silence fell in the room, and the other party seemed a little surprised by the calmness and silence of Zuo Qingcang or Liu Zhicheng. Finally could not help but speak. That’s the voice of a middle-aged man. He just said a word of “刘” and Zuo Qingcang moved.

He was waiting for the other party at this moment. His fingers tied with hair pulled violently, and the candle fell off the ground in an instant, and the candlelight had gone out in midair.

The whole room turned into a dark, instantaneous change of light and darkness, so that the visitor could see nothing at this moment.

And Zuo Qingcang’s closed eyes opened at this moment. His eyes not only can adapt to the darkness faster than the other side, but the other hand is holding the wooden thorn before moving toward the other side. The direction came.

When Zuo Qingcang noticed that the other party was only one person, he decided to do it. Less than a second after the candle went out, the wooden spikes had penetrated deeply into the opponent’s thigh roots.

“Ah!” The other side fell down in pain, Zuo Qingcang calmly pulled out the wooden stab and then moved towards the other thigh.

With a puchi sound, the wooden block penetrated into the opponent’s thigh muscles six or seven centimeters deep.

The other kneeled to the ground, Zuo Qingcang grabbed the other’s throat, squeezed it tightly, and made the other rattle.

In the darkness, the other party’s eyes could not see anything, but Zuo Qingcang could barely see the other party’s outline. He was a tall, thin man.

His left hand stretched his fingers into the wound on the other’s thigh, and the two kept rolling in each other’s flesh. The man struggled up and down immediately, but the two fingers of Zuo Qingcang were in his wound It made him dare not to struggle vigorously, because every time he struggled, it caused heartbreaking pain.

A devil-like voice passed from Zuo Qingcang’s mouth into the man’s ear.

“My fingers continue to touch and you can tear the blood vessels out of your thighs. No one can save you by then.”

“If you don’t want to die, just tell me where the antidote is?”