Emperor Phoenix

Chapter 126

"You mean, if something happens to the villagers when they are robbing gold, we can't take care of it."

Xiao Jue, someone is going to die tonight, for sure, I just hope we can take care of our own lives now. "

There is no difference between the first half of the night and the second half of the night in the countryside. It is generally quiet, and the lights of every house and house are extinguished early in the morning. Only the footsteps of the wind linger and echo monotonously over the village.

The faint smell of scorched smoke from the fire during the day wafted from time to time, mixed with some turbid smell like rotting corpses, which made people feel nervous.

A cold moon shone palely on the quiet village and the dirt road leading to the outside of the village. The moonlight was bright, and dark shadows could be seen faintly.

The speed was so fast that when ordinary people saw it, either they thought it was a ghost, or they thought it was their own blurred vision.

For some reason, the dogs that love to bark on weekdays shrank their heads tonight and kept silent in every corner.

Tonight is destined to be unusual.

In the middle of the night, there were some faint sounds in the village, and some slow-moving black figures appeared on the dirt road one by one—many people abandoned the hot quilts, put on their clothes, and went out quietly.

"Squeaking" the door sounded, someone from Grandpa Shi's family also came out, the one who came out was Ah Liu, a bit reluctant, a crutch suddenly stretched out from behind him, and smashed him out viciously.

The young man folded his arms helplessly, found a piece of cloth in the yard, put it in his arms, and went out against the night wind.

Not long after he went out, there was a knock on the courtyard door. Grandpa Shi, who had been waiting for a long time, came out tremblingly, opened the door, and accepted the two of them in with a nod.

A candle was fluttering in his hand, reflecting the figure of the visitor. He was a rather slender middle-aged man. The candle light illuminated his profile. He had a faint beard, but his eyebrows could not be seen clearly. His profile was strong. A strong and sturdy man, he looks a bit like Grandpa Shi, so he should be the Fifth Boy.

The middle-aged man took a few steps forward, then stopped suddenly, tilted his head, and said slowly, "Are there any guests at Grandpa's house tonight?"

The wind suddenly became stronger, and the candlelight tilted and almost burned Grandpa's beard. The old man was startled, and while protecting the candlelight, he replied: "There are two guests who are staying overnight, and they are not counted as guests. A pair of brothers are lost." Lu, who does the old man think will carry the house on his back? It is right to make it easier for them to rest in the firewood house, and leave the main house to you, sir."

"Well," the man smiled slightly, his smile was as light as a pear blossom, ethereal and far away, and his ordinary appearance suddenly became a little more dusty, but then it disappeared, and he was an ordinary middle-aged man again. Chai Fang walked away and said, "We are destined to meet each other. Let me say hello."

The old man hurriedly ordered his son to illuminate the distinguished guests, and the fifth son of the Shi family opened the door carefully.

"what?"

There was no one in the firewood house, the haystacks were flat and flat, it didn't look like someone had lived there before, Grandpa Shi's family asked in surprise, "Where is the person? Where did he go? Why did he leave without saying hello?"

"Maybe he went to relieve himself?" The fifth guessed.

"There's no such thing as going to relieve ourselves together," the old man gave him a white look, and murmured, "Could it be that the pair of brothers also saw it, were greedy for that thing, and followed?..."

He thought his voice was extremely low, and he didn't want the man behind him to gently interface: "What is it?"

"Ah!" The old man was startled, why is this distinguished guest's hearing so good?Hastily replied: "No, the old man is thinking that the guests are thieves who want to steal things from the house?"

Glancing at him lightly, the guest smiled and said, "You are always so shrewd, you definitely won't let others take advantage of you."

"You praised..." Grandpa didn't know how to answer the words that seemed to be compliments or teasing, but he just closed the door of the firewood room with a flattering smile, and said, "It's okay to leave, so as not to disturb your cleanliness, please go to the room to rest."

"Well," the guest nodded, and followed the father and son up the steps.

Grandpa Shi's family was old, and when he went up the steps, his feet were unsteady and he staggered. The fifth child and the guest reached out to help him at the same time.

A cold light flashed, as fast as a shock.

"brush!"

The old man who was about to thank him suddenly opened his mouth wide, his face distorted horribly, and he made a hissing and breaking sound from his throat, which sounded like a broken bellows that was still trying to use it desperately.

Something slowly wriggled, twisted down the skirt, and then twisted to the ground, and then turned into wriggling, divided into countless tiny snakes, bright red, creepy, crawling continuously in the moonlight.

In the quiet night, the sound of liquid dripping is so clear.

The fifth child of the Shi family turned his head in shock.

Across from the old man's body, the middle-aged man smiled softly at him, the smile was as holy as snow.

A backhand thrust.

A stunning arc!

He let out an extremely short ah, as short as the life of the fifth son of the Shi family. He stared wide-eyed, with an expression of absolute disbelief, puzzled by his "benefactor"'s thunderous killing behavior, and fell down with a bang.

Falling into the pool of Grandpa Shi's blood, his heart, the dagger was bright and the blood was black, the blood of father and son flowed together, quietly flowing down the three steps, spreading under the moonlight.

On the steps, the middle-aged man let go of his hands slowly, and with an extremely graceful gesture, Grandpa Shi, who had been supported by him, also fell down like a rotten tree.

The black shadows flashed, the sleeves of the clothes flew, and black shadows flashed into the small courtyard.

The middle-aged man walked up the steps lightly and cleanly, his back was as straight as a jade tree with his hands behind his back, and he gestured to the people in black without looking back.

Silently saluting, the black-clothed people were sturdy and nimble, with the cold light of weapons showing faintly under the skirts of their clothes, they flew up again, jumped over the courtyard wall in a flash, and rushed towards the target residents in the west and east of the village.

Under the moonlight, the middle-aged man opened the door gently and walked in without haste.

His figure was projected on the floor of the hall, stretched strangely and long, twisting and floating like a god of death.

The members of the Shi family sleeping deep in the night, in this dreamland that was as sweet as the many nights before, did not know that the disaster of killing their lives was quietly approaching.

The middle-aged man walked in.

Immediately, a deep and strange aura floated in the darkness, raw and cold like rust, suffocating and suffocating.

It was a bloody smell, a coagulated breath that flowed out from large swaths of blood.

Silent killing, silent death.

After a while, there was another "squeak".

The middle-aged man came out of the door still spotless. He walked to the steps, stopped, and glanced behind him.

Then, slowly turned around.

In the firewood room, the two people, whose backs were pressed against the roof to cover their bodies, kept staring at the movement in the courtyard through the skylight.

Qin Changge held Xiao Jue's hand tightly, feeling his palm was burning hot and slightly damp with sweat.

But she knew that it wasn't nervous sweat, it was anger, it was the anger of the emperor of a country, who saw with his own eyes that his people were slaughtered on his own land, but he was powerless and unable to stop the anger.

It is the anger of being challenged and despised.

When the grandfather of the Shi family and his son were killed, the two of them could see clearly. Qin Changge had already seen the man's imminent action. Almost immediately before the middle-aged man went to help the grandfather of the Shi family, he stretched out his hand and died. Xiao Jue was held back tightly.

She pinched deeply into Xiao Jue's palm with her fingers, and felt the pulse in her wrist beating very violently. The anger and murderous aura bursting out from the bottom of her heart was so intense that she was about to rush into the sky, and her own strength couldn't be suppressed at all.

The wrath of the emperor, responds to the celestial phenomenon.

In the distance, thunder rumbled.

The wind suddenly blows, and the clouds are heavy like rain.

In desperation, Qin Changge suddenly stretched out his finger and made a throat-piercing motion.

Xiao Jue was startled.

In the darkness, there was a faint light in his eyes, looking strange and cold.

Qin Changge stretched out his fingers and quickly wrote on the small skylight full of floating dust: "Think about how I died? You want to abandon this body before my revenge is avenged? The blood of the wrath of a man splashed three feet, are you The emperor is not an ordinary man, but if you want to give others a chance to splatter your blood, you will die as fast as an ordinary man!"

Under the palm, the trembling fingers gradually slowed down, and the rapidly beating wrist pulse gradually calmed down. Xiao Jue calmed down almost immediately. Qin Changge turned his head to look, his handsome face was hidden in the gray light, Depressed and hard, as steel as iron.

After he was furious, his sharpness gradually faded, and his murderous aura turned into awe-inspiring gaze, which was hidden for the time being.

Vaguely, it was the cold and violent Emperor Qianyuan that the little palace maid Mingshuang first met after her reincarnation.

Qin Changge sighed silently, and turned around to see the middle-aged man standing silently under the steps for a while, then left without looking back, and left the courtyard gate.

Relieved, Qin Changge let go of Xiao Jue's hand, waited for a while without any movement, and was about to make a gesture with Xiao Jue and come down from the roof together.

A warning sign suddenly arises in my heart
The middle-aged man stepped out of the yard without hurrying.

The moonlight painted the courtyard wall in black and white, and he walked slowly around the white strip.

He looked up and looked at the part of the firewood house protruding from the courtyard wall.

Suddenly he raised his leg, stepped lightly, and flew upside down!

That posture is like a big bird with a leisurely and elegant posture, but its speed is incomparably swift, splitting the air, chasing light and taking electricity, flipping a somersault, and floating over the courtyard wall.

But in the blink of an eye, he had climbed onto the roof of the firewood house without a sound, almost without thinking, a cold light flashed, and a long sword like moonlight came out from the side of his back like a ghost!

The long river hangs upside down, and the silver light is like practice!
Insert it deep into the roof of the wood house until it reaches the handle!
"Crack!"

The very slight sound of sharp blades penetrating!
Faster than light, faster than thought, faster than the quickest reflexes a man can have!

Facing Qin Changge's back under the woodshed!
"Tom!"

"Crack!"

The latter sound was slightly dull, with a subtle suffocating sound penetrating through flesh and bones.

It seems to pass through some flesh, and then pinned.

Thick blood dripped down the tip of the sword, spread into a creek, silently dripped into the underground haystack, and disappeared along those smooth meridians.

Qin Changge bit the corner of his lips in the dark.

Xiao Jue gave a very relieved smile.

Without changing his face, he withdrew his palm, and retreated from the long sword that penetrated his palm. The muscles on the long sword made a terrifying sound of steel blades rubbing against flesh and blood. .

(End of this chapter)