Xuanxia

Chapter 1032 Traces
That night.

After Fu Qingzhou and his team left Wangxian Pass and traveled for two days, they were less than a day's distance from Tianlin City, where the Yuan family's manor was located.

On this day, the convoy stopped in Lushong City. This small city was of course also within the Yuan family's sphere of influence. The news had already spread, and the local prefect had specially cleared out the largest restaurants and inns for these young masters and young ladies to stay in.

Even if these people have no official positions, no military rank, and have not even practiced cultivation, just the fact that they have different blood flowing in their veins is enough to make a local governor fawn on them to this extent.

Although private soldiers and family masters like Fu Qingzhou and Tang Jiao could not live in the Tianzi rooms, they all had their own rooms. The restaurant also provided each of them with a table of dinner dishes and a jar of good wine.

"The extravagance of the aristocratic family can be seen in this way."

Tang Jiao shook her head and said, "Brother, what are you going to do tonight?"

"Of course it would expose the fact that I came here, but I can't expose it." Fu Qingzhou said.

His words were somewhat contradictory, but Tang Jiao understood them.

"What do you need me to do?" she asked with a smile.

"I need you to be the one to do it."

Fu Qingzhou's face turned serious: "The Xuanmeng brothers who left the capital with us were all left behind at Wangxian Pass. After tonight, you won't be able to keep them any longer."

Tang Jiao stopped smiling.

When they first came out of the capital, a group of brothers from the Xuan League followed them, dressed as men in black, and went to Wangxian Pass, including Wu Yan.

But Wu Yan's lurking style was completely different. He took the "inconspicuous" route. Fu Qingzhou's approach was too uncomfortable for him, so during the Wangxian Pass incident, Fu Qingzhou never contacted him again. He simply didn't contact Fu Qingzhou and disappeared quietly, and no one knew where he went.

Fu Qingzhou guessed that Wu Yan must have thought of another way to sneak into Fuhe Province.

But no one else in Xuanmeng has Wu Yan's ability.

Wangxian Pass was heavily guarded before, and Fu Qingzhou had no way to take so many people away, so he had to give up on them. I guess by now, they have already gone back to endure the scolding from Master Baihe.

"How many people are going to be killed?"

Tang Jiao didn't ask any extra questions.

Fu Qingzhou pulled out a roll of paper from his sleeve and handed it over, saying in a deep voice: "These people."

Tang Jiao was slightly surprised and unfolded the paper to take a look.

Each person's name and realm of cultivation were clearly marked on it. Fu Qingzhou and Tang Jiao had been traveling with the team for the past two days and had already become familiar with their names, so they could naturally match the names with the faces.

"These people..." Tang Jiao asked, "Have they committed many crimes?"

"good."

Fu Qingzhou replied: "The information provided by Lan Jingzhu."

Tang Jiao was quite surprised: "He knows all this?"

"How could he be simple with his personality?" Fu Qingzhou said with a smile, "In just these two days, he has become friends with many of the Yuan family's masters and found out a lot about their private affairs... He originally thought that he would be staying in the Yuan family for a long time, so in order to make his life better, he tried every means to find out more."

"It's a talent."

Tang Jiao put the list away and looked at Fu Qingzhou deeply: "Brother, I will go then."

"Okay." Fu Qingzhou rubbed her head. "Be careful. After you finish your work, go back directly from Wangxian Pass. If you see Hong Zhi, tell him that I stepped too hard and I will apologize to him. Please be magnanimous and let me go."

Tang Jiao's eyes turned into crescents when she smiled.

……

That night.

As the entire town fell into sleep, a figure wrapped in a nightgown quietly appeared in the shadows.

In fact, she doesn't necessarily need a nightgown.

There was a small gourd hanging around Tang Jiao's neck. It swayed slightly, emitting a strange water light. This layer of water light covered her entire body, making her completely blend in with the light and shadow and texture of the surrounding background, like a transparent person.

She crawled along the outer wall of the inn like a gecko, from her guest room on the second floor to the outer wall on the third floor.

As she approached a window, Tang Jiao heard voices from inside the house.

"Fuck, I don't believe it. Can you fool me?"

"Why can't I win? I can win by myself!"

"Fuck, you're not cheating, are you?" "Come and see, whoever cheats is a grandson! Don't be so unconvinced after losing, give me the money!"

The noise of a group of men making a messy scene, laughing and scolding, mixed with the sound of mahjong tiles being overturned and rubbed on the table.

Among them, there was a voice that Tang Jiao was very familiar with, it was Fu Qingzhou.

Fu Qingzhou invited a group of people to play mahjong tonight, which was just the opportunity for Tang Jiao to take action.

Anyway, this is the territory of Fuhe Province, where even the prefect has to bow and scrape to them, so what's wrong with playing mahjong at night? If you say you still have to keep watch and stay alert at this time, others will just think you are making a fuss.

Soon, Tang Jiao heard the laughter of the people in the room.

"Hey, Master Lan is here too!"

"Master Lan is very approachable. He is willing to play with servants like us. Hahahaha——"

Afterwards, she heard Lan Jingzhu greeting everyone, laughing and joking.

Tang Jiao knew that it was time to take action.

Then a magic sword slipped out from her sleeve, but she did not fly the sword away from her body, but held it in her hand.

The next moment, it was like a swift swallow, piercing through the window frame and rushing towards the people in the room!

The sword wind blew out the oil lamp and candle in the first moment.

The first scream was heard in the house, but it was not a scream of being attacked, but someone angrily scolding the evil wind for blowing out the candle.

But soon, the only sound left from the throat of the person who made the angry shout was the sound of blood gushing out!
"Oh no! There are enemies..."

laugh--

The sword wind swept past, and another person's voice was completely blocked back in his throat.

Crash! The teacup fell to the ground and shattered.

Crack! The wooden table broke with a loud bang.

Puff! The dull sound of flesh being torn apart was mixed with a short scream.

The rustling sound of clothes breaking through the air turned into a death warrant, and the sound of sticky liquid splashing rose and fell in the darkness.

Boom! Someone knocked over the screen, and the sound of the wooden frame falling down was accompanied by a choking sound from the throat; clang! The sword was hastily unsheathed but hit the air, and rolled down the corner of the wall with a clang...

"Help—" The shrill scream stopped abruptly, leaving only the hissing sound of air leaking from the trachea.

The round object rolled across the floor.

Plop, plop, the dull sound of bodies falling on the wooden boards one after another.

Finally, after the last sound of the sword piercing the flesh, deathly silence flooded the room like a tide.

There was no more sound in this room.

After a while, there were finally voices in the corridor outside the door, and the chaotic footsteps came from far away.

"Break the door! Break the door!"

They were other masters and private soldiers from the aristocratic families who came to escort them. They were staying in the same inn. The noise in the room just now would naturally startle them, but when they arrived, there was no more noise from inside the door.

The wooden door burst open, and seven or eight fire sticks were lit at the same time. The moment the oil lamp was relit, the sweet smell of blood rushed to my face.

In the swaying light and shadow, Lan Jingzhu curled up on the blue brick floor in the corner, the hem of his long gown soaked with dark red water stains, his ten fingers dug into the cracks between the bricks and he was trembling.

Fu Qingzhou knelt on one knee to block in front of him. Three blood grooves on his left shoulder that were so deep that the bones could be seen were oozing blood, and the half-broken sword that was stuck in the floor in front of him was dyed red.

Inside the room, six bodies were lying in a mess, all with identical narrow blood lines on their throats... Some of them even had their heads dropped to the ground.

"What, what's going on!"

The visitor asked in horror.

Fu Qingzhou raised his head with difficulty and said in a hoarse voice: "Someone from Mingjian Pavilion... is coming... They want..."

Before he could finish his words, his head tilted and he fainted.

(End of this chapter)