As soon as Xiao Siming finished speaking, the carriage suddenly stopped and his body leaned forward involuntarily.
"How can you set up a car!"
After shouting impatiently and not hearing the coachman's reply, Xiao Siming frowned and motioned for his entourage to take a look.
The attendant opened the curtain and stuck his head out to talk to the coachman. When there was no reply, he leaned out and stretched out his hand to push.
With this push, the coachman rolled softly off the carriage with his strength. The entourage only saw the large blood stain on the coachman's chest through the faint light hanging on the carriage.
Just as he was about to scream, a cold light flashed beside the carriage. The attendant covered his neck in vain, and the blood spurted out and flowed from his trembling fingers.
After a while, the entourage completely lost his breath and slowly fell down against the carriage.
Xiao Siming closed his eyes and fell asleep. After waiting for a while, when he saw that the carriage had not moved yet, he shouted a few times.
The attendant only left one pair of feet inside the car curtain. When Xiao Siming received no response, he impatiently moved to the door and kicked the attendant's feet:
"Why are you lingering? What time has passed and you still haven't gone back?"
"They are all mute!"
Xiao Siming opened the car curtain angrily, stepped over the body of the entourage, and after standing up straight, he discovered that the guards and coachman following the car were all lying on the ground covered in blood.
"Who? Who did it?"
Xiao Siming was completely sober from the wine. He trembled and prepared to retreat to the carriage. Then he thought that there was no one to protect him and there would be no way to survive if he got into the carriage. He kicked the body of his entourage out of the carriage and prepared to drive the carriage away from this dangerous place.
As soon as he grabbed the reins in a hurry, a sword stretched out from the side of the carriage and was placed on his neck.
Xiao Siming froze, tilted his neck back, and said inwardly:
"Bold. You. Do you know who I am? My father is the Minister of the Ministry of Industry! If you dare to hurt me, my father will not let you go, and... and your family!"
"The one I'm looking for is you."
Following the words, the owner of the sword walked out from the carriage, wearing black clothes and covering his face with only a pair of eyes exposed.
Xiao Siming had cold sweat rolling down his temples. Seeing that the visitor was not kind, he hurriedly begged for mercy:
"Good man, if you have something to say, do you want money? I have two banknotes in my arms. If you need it, good man, just take it. If it's not enough, I also have an ancestral jade pendant around my waist, which is worth a lot of money. You I don’t care if you kill my followers. As long as the hero lets me go, I will forget about what happened tonight. The hero just wants money and doesn’t need to cause trouble to himself."
The masked man said coldly: "You tend to follow people's influence and are greedy for life and afraid of death. If you treat others with more respect during the day, how could this bloody disaster happen?"
Xiao Siming: "Bai Ri? You are"
Before he finished speaking, the masked man saw a torch coming from a distance, raised his hand and waved it, and a cold light flashed from Xiao Siming's neck.
Xiao Siming clutched his neck tightly. Fear made him lean on the carriage without any strength, and he made a "ho ho" sound in his throat.
The masked man glanced in the direction of the torch and said solemnly:
"I wanted to bury you all together, but now it seems I have to trouble Shangshu Xiao to collect the body himself."
As he spoke, he pulled off the black cloth covering his face and continued:
"I want you to be a sensible person. Even if you are a dog in your next life, you should also remember not to look down on others, especially Tianchu's future Ninth Five-Year Master."
After saying that, the masked man covered his face with the black cloth again and left quickly in the opposite direction of the torch.
Xiao Siming only felt that life was passing quickly from his neck, and his whole body was getting colder and colder. In a trance, he saw a pile of fire, his eyes completely turned black, and his hands slipped lifelessly from his neck.
(End of chapter)
