The courtyard, which was bustling with people yesterday, was now filled with the smell of blood.
There were several corpses lying on the ground, with flies buzzing around them. The scene looked really uncomfortable.
Outside the yard, some villagers gathered together, but they only dared to look from a distance, and did not dare to go in at all, for fear that they would be caught accidentally.
When Song Xuan and others came here, they could vaguely hear the gossip of some talkative women.
"I've told you a long time ago that it's not a good thing for the wife in Lao Zhang's family to look like a coquettish woman. Look, she's really in trouble now, isn't she?"
"She is such a broom star. She killed everyone in her husband's family on the wedding day. Why didn't she die herself?"
"I heard that she went to report to the official. Hey, who knows whether she went to report to the official or took the opportunity to escape! If you ask me, she attracted the adulterer and harmed Lao Zhang's family!"
Painful!
The masked Song Qian held the bride in one hand and drew out the long sword from her waist with the other hand. The cold sword light actually exuded a chill in the sun, and the sword tip pointed directly at the talkative women in the distance.
Even if these women in the village dare to spread rumors about whether they have parents in the east or in the west, but when they encounter Song Qian, who is so ruthless that she draws her sword whenever she disagrees, they all immediately become cowards. Without Song Qian opening her mouth, they just say Dispersed.
"Don't pay attention to these talkative women!" Song Qian comforted her.
The bride's face was pale, she just shook her head gently and said nothing.
Soon, several afterimages of Song Xuan carrying Lin Daiyu flashed at the entrance of the village, and landed outside the yard with a whoosh. As soon as he put her down, his little cousin vomited out.
Song Qian rolled her eyes at her brother. She didn't understand. How could Sister Lu Qingxue be so controlled by her brother who didn't understand how to pity Hua Xiyu?
Song Xuan stepped into the yard, briefly inspected the body, and after confirming that it had been killed, waved to Song Qian.
"Don't be stunned, let's get to know each other and let them rest in peace!"
...
In a small forest outside the village, Song Xuan held a jar of wine and poured it in front of several new graves.
"Old man, I buried you and your wife together, next to your two sons. You will not be lonely if you have company on the road to hell."
"Don't worry, if you treat me to a drink, I'll give you justice. This matter will eventually come to an end!"
"There won't be a damn person missing!"
The bride remained silent from beginning to end, silently burning paper in front of the graves of her parents-in-law and her husband. After the yellow paper was completely burned, she turned around and knelt down towards Song Xuan.
"My benefactor, I haven't read any books, and I don't know how to speak. In short, we, husband and wife, will definitely repay your kindness in the next life!"
As she said that, she raised her head and stared at Song Xuan without blinking, as if she wanted to remember his appearance deep in her soul.
"My benefactor, those who killed my whole family, will they die?"
Song Xuan nodded, "No one can escape!"
The bride forced a smile, and then she began to kowtow. After kowtowing, there was no movement from her body. Song Qian quickly stepped forward to check, but she saw black blood flowing out of the corner of the other person's mouth, and she was already dead.
"She committed suicide by taking poison! She should have prepared the poison before going to the county government to play drums and complain!"
The corners of Song Qian's eyes were a little moist, and she stretched out her hand to fumble for a small bottle, which contained Xuanyi Weifa's Xiaohuan Dan, which was specially designed to treat various injuries.
"I wonder if this elixir can detoxify, if..."
Song Xuan stretched out his hand to stop her, "Forget it, she has decided to die. Living is just a kind of torture for her."
Song Qian moved her lips, silently withdrew the elixir, and angrily cursed a curse word that Song Xuan had said before.
"This fucking feudal society!"
After scolding, she began to dig a hole and buried the newlyweds together. After doing this, she took a deep breath.
"Brother, should we go through the process or kill him directly?"
Song Xuan glanced at the newly erected tomb. He had just blessed the newlyweds who would be together forever for a hundred years yesterday, but today they all died.
When he thought of this, his expression looked a bit chilling, "The process is too slow, we have to rush south in a hurry, let's just kill him!"
"good!"
Song Qian subconsciously hugged her little cousin's waist, "I'll take you back to the ship first. The next scene may be a little bloody."
Lin Daiyu shook her head, "Cousin, cousin, let's go together. I won't be able to calm down until I see that scumbag die with my own eyes!"
Song Qian turned her head and looked at her brother, "What do you mean, do you want to take it with you?"
"Take it with you."
Song Xuan said calmly: "Since I don't want to be a caged bird, I will be exposed to such things sooner or later in the future. The world is never as beautiful as you imagine."
...
In the afternoon, there was a drizzle falling between the sky and the earth. There were only a few pedestrians on the street, busy going home to take shelter from the rain. Basically, there were not many people in sight.
Song and Xuan held paper umbrellas and arrived outside a manor as if walking in the rain.
Song Qian whispered: "I have found out clearly that this is the property of the governor's son. Someone saw him coming here in the morning."
Song Xuan didn't ask her how she found out, just like Song Qian never asked him what kind of internal skills he practiced.
Looking up at the misty sky, Song Xuan took out a black gauze scarf from his sleeve robe to cover his face.
"Brother, if you put on a mask, your identity won't be exposed, right?"
"It's of some use, but not much. It's mainly to develop the habit of hiding your identity casually."
Song Xuan sneered, "As for revealing your identity...if you kill everyone, you don't have to worry about being exposed! This kind of weather is the most suitable for killing people. A rain can clean up most of the traces." "
Glancing at the closed courtyard door, he stepped forward and said as he walked: "Protect my cousin. If anyone escapes, kill them all, regardless of age or sex!"
Perhaps because of the rain, there was no one on duty outside the manor. Song Xuan walked to the door and stared for a moment. Pure Yang Wuji internal energy gathered in his palms, and in the next moment, he suddenly shot out a palm!
boom!
Wood chips were flying, dust was flying, and the seemingly solid and heavy door exploded like debris.
He could break through the door even though he could climb over the wall, which shows how much Song Xuan's anger level has been accumulated at this moment.
The sound of the door breaking apart alerted the guards in the yard. As a county guard, there were also some people from all walks of life gathered outside.
Some people had the aura of being reckless, and when they saw Song Xuan breaking into the manor alone, they rushed forward without saying a word and drew their swords.
Looking at the four or five people rushing towards him, the paper umbrella in Song Xuan's hand suddenly spun away. In an instant, he saw the water droplets on the paper umbrella flying through the air like bullets. He only heard a few puffs and several people responded. And fell.
Song Xuan walked forward through the bloody water, holding an umbrella with one hand, with a cold look on his face and murderous intent in his eyes, firmly locking a pale young man not far away!
