'indistinct--'
The guard's body seemed to have finally reacted, and he fell to the ground. A closer look revealed that the short pole was still intact, and the crisp clicking sound just now turned out to be the sound of the guard's neck being broken.
Before the other two guards could understand what happened, Qilang swung the short pole in his hand again. This time he turned the short pole behind him, then swung it high and hit the third guard hard.
The guard only felt a black shadow flash before his eyes, and then felt his head buzzing - after that, he felt nothing at all.
The short pole hit the guard's Tianling Cap hard. Under this heavy pressure, the guard had no resistance and was knocked to the ground. After falling down, all the blood, water and brain matter were seen flowing out from the seams of the skull, which made people feel nauseated.
The last remaining guard was the one who asked Wen Junchen to get out of the car, and he looked like the leader of the four. The three accomplices were now three dead bodies and their deaths were extremely tragic. He looked at Qilang in horror. Qilang remained expressionless as usual, as if he had just cleaned up three garbage in the yard instead of killing three people in a row.
Finally, the guard finally realized the terror of Shichiro. He realized that if he had hesitated for a moment, he would have died under a short pole like his three accomplices. Faced with such masters who killed without blinking an eye, he turned around without hesitation. Just run away.
Qilang stared at the last guard coldly, and did not chase him. Instead, he threw the short pole in his hand heavily.
'Boom——'
Only a heavy sound of falling to the ground was heard. Then, the last guard screamed like a slaughtering pig as if he had discovered something.
"Ah - ah -"
The guard held his right leg, and the short pole was like a needle passed through the clothes, piercing his thigh.
Qilang slowly walked towards the guard who fell on the ground. The guard struggled back, the look in his eyes could not be described as frightened.
Despair, helplessness, and emptiness!
At this moment, Qilang was no different from Hell Shura in his eyes.
Qilang got closer and closer to the guard, and the guard became more and more desperate. Suddenly, he seemed to react and quickly pulled out a dagger from his boot. Shichiro couldn't help but be startled when he saw the guard's actions. Then he realized that the last guard was not trying to fight in the end, but was trying to understand himself so as to escape from his own clutches.
Qilang knelt down and picked up the knife from the hand of the first fallen guard, and continued to move forward.
The guard was still hesitant at first, but now he saw this Shura walking towards him with a knife, and all the remaining hope in his heart was shattered. He closed his eyes, his heart trembled, and he swung the knife towards his neck.
But before the knife was wiped off, a strange feeling appeared - his right arm holding the knife seemed to be separated from himself, and it suddenly became extremely light.
But when he opened his eyes, what he saw felt a bit ridiculous - his right arm was indeed separated from him, and he was holding the dagger tightly, lying quietly in his arms...his right arm Arm, just gone?
Severe pain came from his arm, and the guard almost fainted. He fell to the ground in pain, clutching his right shoulder with his left hand.
"who are you?"
A dull voice came, and the guard was rolling on the ground in pain. It was noon at this moment, and the scorching sun hung high in the clear sky. Against the light, the guard could not see Qilang's appearance clearly for a while.
"Ah - kill me! Please - kill me quickly!"
The guard desperately begged Shichiro, rather than suffer this torture, it would be better to end his life quickly.
"who are you?"
Shichiro seemed to ignore the guard's pain and still asked calmly.
The guard grabbed Shichiro's ankle with his left hand. This was his only hope to escape the pain. At this moment, the Assassin's Creed, the identity of his employer, and his responsibility to protect secrets were all in vain before such torture.
"Yun...yue...Yunyue Pavilion..."
The guard's eyes were blurred and confused. He looked at Qilang pleadingly, expecting something extravagantly.
Qilang stood tall in front of the guard, looking down at the half-dead man with a dull look, as if this man's pain and despair had nothing to do with him.
"Please...please..."
Although it only took a few words, to the guard, it seemed like several lifetimes.
Qilang had already got the answer he wanted. He ruthlessly opened his legs, broke away from the guard's left hand, and walked towards the house.
The guard almost died from the pain, but there was nothing he could do. He gathered the last remaining strength in his left hand and pried open the fingers of his right hand with difficulty. Strangely enough, even though his right arm was separated from him, his fingers still held the dagger tightly.
There was still a trace of warmth in the palm of his right hand that just belonged to him, and the guard felt a very strange feeling in his heart, as if he was snatching the dagger from a living person.
After some effort, he finally held the dagger in his hand again.
He smiled twistedly and happily, as if he had received some treasure. Perhaps in his eyes at this moment, the dagger that could kill him was his treasure, which could make him transcend pain and worldliness. It was more beautiful than the sultry woman in Yunyue Pavilion, and more fragrant than refreshing sake.
He slowly closed his eyes and stabbed the dagger heavily into his heart...
The strange thing is that there is no pain or suffering at this time, and his expression turns into one of enjoyment...
The horses outside the yard finally regained their composure, just like before.
The village is still extremely peaceful, and every household is enjoying the rare reunion and leisure after the autumn harvest.
Everything is as usual...
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In the dark tent, the bodies of the four assassins were neatly placed on the ground.
Yingping lifted the cloth from the four corpses one by one, and the ferocious faces seemed to make him feel everything they experienced before they died.
Yingping covered the shroud again, turned around and looked coldly at Gongsun Cuo who was kneeling on the ground, and asked: "I ordered you to send someone to escort my master. Does anyone else know about this?"
"Go back to the Holy One! No one else knows about this!"
"Have the bodies of the four soldiers been found?"
"Found! Near the military camp outside the South City Gate!"
"Hmph! Yunyue Pavilion bullied me too much!" Yingping learned that his master was almost killed, and he was so anxious that he rushed here from the palace. He quickly weighed the matter and said to Gongsun Cuo: "Don't make any noise about the assassination."
"Wei Chen takes orders!"
"Where is Wen Junchen now?"
"I have been personally escorted to Qianniu Mountain by my ministers."
Yingping nodded, then walked out of the house and said: "Prepare the carriage and horses, I want to go back to the mountain gate!"
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In the familiar little house, familiar figures from the past gathered again.
The last time there were so many people was when Ye Changshan was poisoned.
Faced with everyone's concern, Wen Junchen felt quite moved, but besides being moved, he was also a little helpless.
Zichun reluctantly pulled the second senior brother and insisted on checking. Wen Junchen kept shaking his head and said: "Fifth Junior Sister, it's okay! Qi Lang arrived just in time, and before the knife even touched Senior Brother, he was blasted away with the pole."
Zichun patted and looked at Wen Junchen like a watermelon. Only after he was sure that the second senior brother was indeed fine, he was willing to give up.
"Thanks to Shichiro for showing up in time this time, otherwise..."
Thinking of everything that happened during the day, Wen Junchen still felt lingering fear.
Qi Lang stood obediently by the door with a broom. Such a big thing happened today, but he seemed to be fine. If Yingping and Ye Changshan hadn't returned to the mountain gate, he might still be cleaning the yard at this time.
Yingping sat next to Wen Junchen and asked with some confusion: "Uncle Seventh, why do you suddenly want to go to Master's home?"
Qilang was startled. He recalled what happened before and said, "Someone sent me a letter, and the letter told me to go find the second senior brother."
"So...you just went?"
Shichiro nodded.
Someone sent a letter to Shichiro? This is very strange. Qilang has no relatives or friends. Who else can write to him?
"Is the letter still there?"
Qilang nodded again, then took out the envelope from his arms and handed it to Ji Yangyu.
Ji Yangyu took the envelope and took out the letter inside. When he saw the content in the letter, he was startled at first, and then he understood why Qilang chose to believe what he said after seeing the letter. This letter is not a regular letter, but pieced together from fragments. There are only a few words on it - Wen Junchen is in danger, come to his home quickly! Moreover, the letter was unsigned. It was obvious that the sender did not want others to know his identity.
After everyone passed the letter around, they couldn't help but look at each other, who is it? What is the purpose of not sending it to Ji Yangyu, not to Ye Changshan, but to Qilang?
Yingping took this letter and fell into deep thought. It was easy to understand why he could invite assassins from Yunyue Pavilion to assassinate Wen Junchen. There are too many people in the world hating his master, but the person who tipped off Qilang... . But it is worth exploring. First of all, this person's understanding of Hanmen is not as superficial as the world. He knows the level of Qilang's cultivation and can easily deal with four Daman assassins; secondly, he actually knows the movements of Yunyue Pavilion. It is clear that there are not many people in the world who have such ability.
A government office with a very low sense of existence suddenly flashed through Yingping's mind. His eyes lit up and he said to Ye Changshan: "Is it... the school affairs office?"
Ye Changshan was stunned. He knew about the School Affairs Office, but he never thought of the School Affairs Office in this letter. Nowadays, the School Affairs Office has almost no name.
Suddenly, Yingping slapped his thigh and said with a sudden realization: "The school affairs office may not be monitoring Yunyue Pavilion. They may be monitoring the officials in the court!"
Although there is no way to verify it at this time, Ye Changshan also feels that this statement is the most reasonable.
Yingping took the letter over and looked at it carefully. This time he not only stared at the words on the letter, but also read the front and back sides carefully. After confirming that there were no overt or covert marks on the letter, Yingping continued: "Let's not pursue this matter for now. Since the visitor is a friend, at least we don't need to be careful. There is still one thing about this matter that makes me quite worried. Be worried about."
"Are you worried that the Wang family sent someone to assassinate Senior Brother?"
"No, I'm not worried about that at all."
"What is that?" Ye Changshan asked puzzledly.
Ying Ping's expression showed some worry and uneasiness, and he said in a low voice: "Shengceying - is Shenceying involved in this matter?"
"Four soldiers died in the Shence Battalion. How could he participate?"
"If someone is using the lives of these four soldiers in exchange for disengagement."
"This -" Ye Changshan couldn't help but be speechless. He had never thought about this before.
"This is what I'm most worried about. If there are changes in Shence Camp, then..."
Wen Junchen and Ye Changshan fell into silence at the same time. Indeed, if something changes in Shence Camp, the situation will be really bad.
