Li Qing opened his mouth in surprise. His eyes were hurt by the blood slowly flowing into the room. He didn't expect Wen Yang to be so cruel. It seems that he didn't leave any alive.

With his hands in his pockets, Wen Yang stepped on the blood footprints on the ground, slowly walked behind Li Qing and stood still. A smile floated on his pale cheek and looked at Jiang Kaishan and Xiao Honglang opposite.

Li Qing's face sank slightly, raised his head and said to Xiao Honglang, "this is the one you want to see. How about? Some people are better off not seeing."

With a sharp contraction of his pupils, Xiao Honglang stretched out his fingers and pointed to Wen Yang's baby face. He asked in a trembling voice, "are you silver?"

"No, I'm the last generation, the fourth from the left." Wen Yang answered with a smile and looked at the door. He seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, he said slowly: "if the Deputy came, his hands and feet would be much cleaner and wouldn't leave so much blood."

"The fourth from the left, the weakest of the eight." Xiao Honglang murmured, showing a more frightened look on his face. Xiao Honglang knew the strength of his men better than anyone. He was killed without even screaming, and the person who shot was the weakest among the blood skeletons!

"It seems that your luck is not very good." Li Qing pushed the magazine, loaded the pistol, turned around and handed it to Xiao Honglang with a smile: "you know too much. You can't keep you. Solve it yourself."

Xiao Honglang didn't reach out to pick it up. Li Qing's face suddenly cooled down: "people who have been on the battlefield should not be afraid of death. Do you want me to help you?"

"Well, I died 30 years ago, and now this life is back to you." Xiao Honglang took the gun, aimed it at his temple, turned to look at Jiang Kaishan, and smiled sadly: "old brother, I really didn't expect that this trip to China was to send myself to a dead end. Take a step first. I'll wait for you below."

As the voice fell, Xiao Honglang's eyes widened and suddenly pulled the trigger.

With a bang of a gun, blood rushed up and the body fell down.

"Was my previous performance too weak for you? So you think I'm easier to deal with?" he sighed gently. Li Qing bowed and picked up the bloody gun and handed it to Jiang Kaishan: "it's you."

He narrowed his eyes slightly and twitched restlessly on his face. Jiang Kaishan's Adam's apple rolled violently before slowly opening his mouth: "I'm already dying."

"I know." Li Qing nodded, his face as cold as a piece of ice: "you just made me very angry. You damn it. It's hard for me to stay in the world for one more minute for an animal that doesn't hesitate to do it to his own daughter."

"All right." Jiang Kaishan's eyes were slightly frozen. He took the pistol, wiped it on his clothes, and then aimed at his temple.

Li Qing looked back at the dull Jiang Ting, his lips wriggled, and didn't utter a word.

Just at this time, taking advantage of Li Qing's distraction, Jiang Kaishan suddenly shook his wrist, and then pointed the muzzle of the gun at Li Qing: "go to hell!"

Wen Yang, who had already prepared on one side, jumped up and kicked the gun in Jiang Kaishan's hand. With a bullet shot to the ceiling, Wen Yang turned around and kicked Jiang Kaishan's neck.

Click!

The neck bone was smashed under the impact of huge force. Jiang Kaishan's head fell powerlessly. The saliva mixed with blood flowed down and dropped on the carpet under his feet. The whole person was already out of breath.

"It's really ugly to die." Li Qing took a deep breath and looked at Huo Yi who said nothing: "how much do you know about us?"

"Very few." Huo Yi's face became very complicated: "do you want to fight me too? When you were injured, I was not your opponent, not to mention that I am disabled now. Do it at will."

"How much is it?" Li Qing continued.

After a moment of silence, Huo said in a deep voice, "I heard an old martial uncle mention it before. There was only one sentence."

"The death of the blood skeleton represents the complete end of the cold weapon." slowly spit out this sentence, Huo looked straight at Li Qing: "I have no regrets to see you today."

Leaning gently on the sofa, Li Qing stared at the two bodies in front of him, pondered for a moment, and then waved his hand powerlessly: "I believe you, let's go."

"Thanks." Huo got up, stood for a while, pointed to Xiao Honglang's body: "the Xiao family treated me well. Can I take Mr. Xiao's body away?"

Wen Yang glanced at Li Qing and saw that he didn't speak. He waved his hand impatiently: "there's more outside. Take as much as you want."

Huo's body stagnated, and soon a smile more ugly than crying was squeezed out of his face. He squatted down, picked up Xiao Honglang's body, carried it on his shoulder, and turned and walked out.

Reaching out to hold his forehead, Li Qing sighed, "I've killed so many people again."

Raised his head and stared at Wen Yang. Li Qing's eyes were full of helplessness: "I can't stand this scene now."

"Eldest brother, people are dying. This is what you taught me at the beginning." Wen Yang shrugged and said such a sentence for a long time.

"What I taught you was wrong." Li Qing said in a daze, "everyone wants to die, but the way of death is different."

Then Li Qing stood up, walked step by step to Jiang Ting, leaned slightly and stared at her beautiful eyes: "how much do you know about us?"

Jiang Ting stared in horror, hesitated a few times in her blocked mouth, shook her head desperately, and then nodded again.

"Do you think I'll kill you?" Li Qing's eyes darkened, stretched out his hand and pulled off Jiang Ting's towel: "I couldn't bear to give up at the beginning, how can I give up now?"

"Me." Jiang Ting's body froze there, couldn't stop trembling, and couldn't say a word.

Untie the rope behind Jiang Ting, and Li Qing turned around: "since you are so afraid of me, don't see me in the future."

"Wenyang, let's go." Li Qing said hello, took Wenyang out of the door, leaving Jiang Ting alone, sitting in the empty living room, facing Jiang Kaishan's body and sobbing in a low voice.

Li Qing looked up at the sky and didn't touch the corpses on the ground. When he got to a clean place, he rubbed his bloody feet on the grass with disgust.

Wen Yang glanced back and asked nervously, "brother, did I go a little too far?"

"Remember the first time I saw you? At that time, you were so big. You were beating birds in the woods with stones." Li Qing stretched out his hand and motioned on his chest: "I brought you out. Now what is the right to blame you?"

After a moment of silence, Wen Yang asked again, "do you want to deal with the bodies? It's troublesome to have so many people dead."

Li Qing took a step outside and said faintly, "these people are from overseas. They don't have clean hands. If they die, they will die. The Jiang family is not an ordinary family. She can handle it well. We don't care."

Following behind Li Qing, Wen Yang kept his voice very low: "she may be frightened. Just slow down for a while."

"Lisa is right. People like us are different from others because we carry too much." Li Qing patted Wen Yang on the shoulder: "accept it calmly and don't force yourself."

The two men went all the way out of the jiangjiazhuang garden. Li Qing went under the tree where he threw the plastic bag, looked up, and then said to Wen Yang, "wait a minute. I threw my belongings on the tree."

"You really can hide things." Wen Yang held his chest, pulled his sportswear and wrapped himself tightly.

Li Qing kicked on the trunk, then jumped up, stood on the trunk, looked around and saw that the plastic bag was hung on a bunch of branches.

Reaching over, Li Qing's arm was too short to touch, so she simply leaned over and shook the trunk violently. The plastic bag fell down and was picked up by Li Qing.

Jumping down from the tree, Li Qing saw Wen Yang staring at himself with a blue face.

"What's the matter?" he took out the things in his pocket. Li Qing asked puzzled.

Wen Yang touched his head: "what are you doing shaking the tree?"

"It's hanging. I'll shake it down."

"Then what are you doing so hard?" Wen Yang said, opening his fist, and a green fruit in his hand showed a round luster: "brother, this is a fruit tree, you know? It hit me all over my head."

Li Qing clapped the back of Wen Yang's head: "OK, it's not a bullet. What's your hurry?"

The two men walked out and stood on the street waiting for a taxi. Wen Yang suddenly asked, "brother, what are those two people? It seems that they know us very well."

After a moment of silence, Li Qing asked, "have you heard of the Longnan campaign more than 30 years ago?"

Wen Yang's face suddenly changed: "isn't that the task done by the previous generation? I've heard brother Feng say that it was called the massive massacre of the regular army by making blood skeletons."

"Well, the task our previous generation did." Li Qing nodded: "the two guys you just saw in the living room are the veterans who survived the battle."

"No wonder they were afraid of that." seeing that Li Qing's face was not good, Wen Yang stretched his neck and looked around, changing the topic: "why can't you even see a taxi?"

"Taizhuang is a remote place. All the people who live here are rich. It's normal not to get a taxi. Wait a little longer." Li Qingzheng said. A black car drove out at the intersection in front and stopped beside Li Qing and Wen Yang.

The window rolled down, revealing Jiang Ting's pale cheeks: "get in the car, I'll go back to the city center, by the way."

Wen Yang looked at Li Qing and nodded slightly. Then he opened the door and sat in.

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