Chapter 211: Men never look back at explosions
"You stay here. I will take all actions personally. Even if the emperor blames me, it will not involve the Zuo Xiangfu."
Bi Yuntao and Meng Ruolang took advantage of the darkness and hurried to the west of the city and arrived at the Han family's mansion. Bi Yuntao said a word to Meng Ruolang and climbed up the wall.
"Hey!" Meng Ruolang sighed, looking at the dark night, filled with anxiety. But at this point, he had no choice but to follow Bi Yuntao's instructions and stand on the treetop not far away, watching Bi Yuntao act alone.
Bi Yuntao rolled down from the courtyard wall, rolled on the ground, hid behind a tree, and quietly observed every move in the courtyard.
At this time, the Han family was completely dark, with only one room still brightly lit.
Although this trip was his impromptu initiative, it does not mean that he is a reckless man.
"The Han family has quite a few nursing homes! Fortunately, I didn't rush in rashly!" Bi Yuntao was extremely patient, lurking in the grass and quietly calculating the time for the nursing homes to patrol. "There are six people in total, and they passed by here. The interval between them was more than ten minutes. And they all had sabers.”
Bi Yuntao narrowed his eyes, "It seems that the Han family is really brave! They dare to let the nursing home possess swords without permission. The Chinese Criminal Law clearly stipulates that only the imperial palace, royal palace, and government officials at the level of feudal officials have the right to equip swords. !”
"You will lose your head if you kill an official of the imperial court. I am worried that I have no excuse. Now, isn't this a good excuse? I really dozed off and came to the pillow. You have done so many evil things that even I can't stand it anymore!"
The corner of Bi Yuntao's mouth curled up with an evil smile, and he quietly waited for the nursing home to pass by.
"Whoa!" The slight sound made by the clothes scraping against the withered grass seemed particularly abrupt in the dead of night.
A nursing home passing by the grass stopped in confusion, holding a saber in hand and looking at the shadow Zheng warily.
After staring there for a while, I didn't find anything unusual, so I put away my vigilance and continued patrolling.
Before he could turn around, Bi Yuntao touched his back and quietly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and nose. At the same time, he raised the knife and slashed his throat.
"Woo!" Ren's eyes widened and he kicked his feet randomly a few times. Then his body stiffened and he lost his voice.
Bi Yuntao gently put his body down, dragged it into the shadows, changed his clothes and continued to wait.
Soon, another nursing home passed by, and Bi Yuntao walked out of the shadows without saying anything.
"Who?" Hearing the noise, the man drew out his saber vigilantly. When he saw that it was one of his own, he felt relieved, loosened his grip on the saber, and said with lingering fear, "I was scared to death! I thought there was a thief coming in. Got it!"
"Whoa!" As soon as the man's voice fell, Bi Yuntao slashed with his sword in one go. The saber in his hand swiped across his neck with lightning speed, and his big head rolled to the ground, staring with dead eyes. Watching Bi Yuntao drag his body into the shadows, Zheng
Bi Yuntao followed suit and used the same technique to hunt the remaining four people like a waiter.
After getting rid of all the unnecessary heat, I moved toward that gleam of light. Wet your fingers with saliva, prick the thin layer of paper on the window, and look into the house through the holes.
There was only an old man in the house who was as thin as a bamboo pole and was reading at night. He was sitting quietly at the desk reading a book.
"So this is the study!" Bi Yuntao thought to himself, then took out the smoke Meng Ruolang gave him at Hanfeng Temple, inserted it into the hole, and slowly blew it into the room.
A faint smoke drifted into the room, and Han Shixiang felt waves of sleepiness coming over him. Then his head tilted and he fell unconscious on the table.
Bi Yuntao opened the door and walked in quietly. He took a dagger and slit his throat easily. Then he looked around the study room and said, "Ten officials are nine out of ten corrupt, and you can't take away these famous paintings and calligraphy." , it’s cheaper for me.”
"Since I'm here, I can't come in vain. Of course I have to charge some interest." He put the paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall into the storage ring, then took out the explosive pack and fixed it on the beam.
In the days after returning from Hanfeng Temple, Bi Yuntao has not been idle. Except for Liu Xilan, he has been staying in the warehouse making explosive bags.
At that time, the ancestors of the Red Army were able to make explosive packets under such difficult conditions. After Bi Yuntao entered the special department, he had to constantly go abroad to perform dangerous tasks, so he went through some rigorous special training in the special department. These things come naturally to him.
The most difficult thing here is to make gunpowder. After all, saltpeter was strictly controlled by the court in this era when gunpowder was just emerging. One or two can be obtained easily, but the demand for this kind of thing is too great. If you are not careful, The emperor will be aware of it.
He is in a crisis-ridden situation now. No one knows how soon his enemies will jump over the wall, so for the sake of his own life, he has bought out all the fireworks and firecrackers in the capital during these days, every day and every night. Make thunder and explosive charges. After all, explosives can be said to be the most powerful destructive weapons in this crisis-ridden era.
Fortunately, he had thought carefully beforehand and planned ahead, and now these explosive packets come in handy.
Extend the fuse of the explosive pack and pull it to the door. After everything was done, Bi Yuntao walked towards the room on the side, which was Han Fulao's room.
There’s no other point in going to Han Furao’s room first, she’s a woman! Naturally, there will be no shortage of gold and silver jewelry and luxurious jades on his body. If the emperor wants to calm down the turmoil and convict himself, these gold and silver jewelry will be his capital to escape.
At that time, relying on Miao Lian, he might be able to make a comeback and become a wealthy businessman with unparalleled wealth.
Besides, these are the people's fat and anointing they collected, and by doing this, they can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people.
Bi Yuntao used the same technique to stun Mrs. Han, scratched her neck, fixed the explosive package, and then searched her jewelry box and put all her gold and silver jewelry into a storage ring.
Bi Yuntao came out of this room and entered another room. The dagger in his hand showed signs of curling because he had killed too many people. The nursing home clothes he was wearing were soaked in blood to the point where the original color could no longer be seen.
"This is the last room!" Bi Yuntao gasped, "It's really tiring to do this kind of thing alone! It has never been so laborious to lurk into a certain shrine before!"
Bi Yuntao did not blow any more smoke into the house, not because he didn't want to, but because the smoke inside had been used up long ago, and he was almost discovered before, but luckily, it was just a false alarm.
Just as Bi Yuntao put his palm on the door, the door opened by itself from the inside.
By coincidence, Mr. Han happened to be up at night, and his eyes met with Bi Yuntao who was standing at the door.
"You bitch slave, you are so brave!" Mr. Han just opened his mouth to scold, but through the dim light of the courtyard, he saw the person in front of him holding a dagger. Blood was still dripping from the dagger, and his face was still wet. There was a lot of blood splattered on it.
"Who are you? How dare you break into the Han Mansion privately?" Mr. Han shouted loudly, "Come on! Come on! Where did you bunch of dog slaves die? A thief broke into the Han Mansion at night, why don't you get up quickly? "
No matter how much he screamed, there was no sound, only deathly silence.
"You don't have to shout! You and I are the only ones in the Han family who are still breathing!" Bi Yuntao raised his foot and put it on Mr. Han's chest, kicked him to the ground, and strolled into the room with a dagger in hand.
After lighting the candle, Bi Yuntao said, "Now do you know who I am?"
"King Qi! It's you?" Mr. Han covered his chest and coughed for a while, looking at Bi Yuntao in disbelief, "How did my Han family offend you? You actually bloodbathed my Han family! You are simply arrogant!"
"Well, it's a long story!" Bi Yuntao scratched his head with the handle of the dagger in embarrassment, "Then I'll keep the story short, but I can't understand a few words, so I might as well not do it!"
"Pfft!" Mr. Han was so furious that a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out from his mouth. He pointed angrily at Bi Yuntao with his fingers trembling in different ways because of his anger. "You are being lawless and contemptuous of the imperial court, Your Majesty." I will never give you mercy lightly, the emperor will definitely make the decision for me!"
"Oh!" Bi Yuntao said indifferently, "I might as well tell you that my coming this time is the emperor's tacit approval."
"Impossible!" Mr. Han didn't believe what he said at all.
"Whether you believe it or not, who made your good grandson Han Wuyong offend my mother and concubine? You should know that there are three thousand beauties in the harem, and the emperor only favors my mother and concubine. Naturally, he understands the consequences of offending the emperor's concubine." Bi Yuntao Making up random tunnels.
"This is impossible!" Mr. Han still didn't believe his nonsense, "You are talking nonsense! Han Wuyong has always known what to do, how could he offend the imperial concubine?"
"Then how do I know?" Bi Yuntao shrugged, "I only know that Han Wuyong, a blind man, took advantage of the night to rape my mother and concubine. Fortunately, the emperor showed up in time, otherwise wouldn't my mother and concubine be known to you? Has your good grandson been defiled?"
"What you said is not true! It's not true!" Mr. Han kept repeating the same sentence as if he was going crazy.
"If it's true, just go down below and ask your good grandson!"
Bi Yuntao also lost interest at this time, holding a dagger and pressing towards Mr. Han step by step.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Mr. Han kept moving behind him, looking at the approaching Bi Yuntao with fear, "I am the emperor's master today. Once a master, you will always be a father. Your Majesty This is patricide, and spreading the news will only bring disgrace to the emperor!"
As soon as Mr. Han finished speaking, Bi Yuntao stepped on his old face, rubbed it hard, and slowly pierced his heart with the dagger in his hand until the dagger was completely immersed in his heart.
"Ah!" Mr. Han wailed in pain, his dead wood-like palms kept scratching Bi Yuntao's ankles. Bi Yuntao was indifferent to this, his eyes filled with hatred.
As Mr. Han died, under his unblinking eyes, he took out the kerosene from the storage ring and poured it on the house.
"Brother!" Meng Ruolang saw Bi Yuntao walking out of the gate, jumped down from the treetops, saw the blood all over his body, and the pungent smell of blood emanating from his body, and fell into a deep shock.
Bi Yuntao's image at this time completely subverted Meng Ruolan's perception. At the time of his death, Bi Yuntao had always been the image of a lecherous person motivated by sex, but now his image was like an executioner who killed people without batting an eyelid.
"Let's go! Back to Prince Qi's Mansion, I want to take a shower and change clothes, and then go see Ru Yue. If something like this happens, if Ru Yue wakes up, we can't let her do stupid things." Bi Yuntao smiled at him. He smiled, but his smile, coupled with the blood on his face, looked extremely ferocious.
Bi Yuntao took out the fire stick, ignited it with his breath, then threw it back in a cool manner, and left without looking back.
That night, Bi Yuntao went on a killing spree. No one in the Han family, male or female, old or young, was left alive. Even the parrot raised by Mr. Han did not escape Bi Yuntao's blood-stained hands.
The fire stick behind him fell on the kerosene, and burned instantly like dry wood meeting a fierce fire. The flames that sprang up also quickly followed the trajectory of Bi Yuntao's leaving footsteps, drawing a shocking trajectory.
"Boom!" With a shocking loud noise, the house was instantly reduced to ruins, the ground began to shake violently under the load, and smoke and dust filled the air.
Against the backdrop of the firelight, Bi Yuntao's figure looked incomparably majestic; the sound of the explosion was like the screams of a fan girl, calling madly; the air waves generated by the explosion were like a blower on the stage, blowing his clothes fiercely, and making his clothes roar loudly. He added a bit of chicness.
Whether it was the fire or the explosion behind him, Bi Yuntao never looked back.
Never look back to see the explosion! This is the charm of men!
