Xue Qing didn't go anywhere and didn't move in the gullies on the side of the road.

Liu Chunyang and Chanyi were even more afraid to move, and even stopped breathing. As the lanterns approached, they finally realized that this was a short, fat thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. The expression reflected by the lantern was a little dazed, thinking of his sister.

The boy walked over with a muttering thought.

I don’t know what the hell or monster it was... Liu Chunyang murmured.

Xue Qing said: "I am a classmate in the society, Zhang Nian."

Are they classmates? Liu Chunyang and Chanyi looked at her.

Xue Qing looked at the figure walking towards Shuangyuan on the road and said, "His sister has been chosen."

Chanyi whispered: "Isn't that still in Shuangyuan?"

Xue Qing nodded, looked at the lanterns that were moving far away on the road, and said, "This is troublesome. Why did this kid come here at this time..."

Wouldn't that be sent to death? It's scary enough to have that monster alone. There are still assassins there who can kill everyone there. Liu Chunyang said, "Call him back..."

The child is pretty good. Xue Qing glanced at him and said, "I'm afraid I can't ask him to come back."

Isn't it okay? Liu Chunyang didn't know what to do, just looked at Xue Qing, and heard Xue Qing sigh, "...it's so soft-hearted."

Eat people? Liu Chunyang was shocked. He could not hear the word Eat people now. Just as he was about to say something, Xue Qing stood up pressing his shoulder.

"You guys wait for me in the town ahead," she said.

Ah? Liu Chunyang and Chanyi both stood up.

"Where are you going?" Chanyi asked with a trembling voice by grabbing Xue Qing's hand.

I am a man, Liu Chunyang thought, stood there and held back his hand, looked at Xue Qing, and then saw Xue Qing pulling out the iron stick from his waist. He let out a scream, reached out and grabbed Xue Qing's arm, and said, "What are you going to do?"

Xue Qing said: "If you don't do anything, I'll go and see him and persuade him to come back."

Do you advise? Liu Chunyang and Chanyi looked at her, what advice would they use?

Xue Qing said: "Don't waste time." She easily broke away from the hands of the two of them and threw the cloth bag on her back to Liu Chunyang, "Change in clothes and wait for me." After that, she jumped out of the ravine.

Chanyi reached out to cover her mouth, and for some reason she burst into tears and cried and shouted Xue Qing. Perhaps it was influenced by this woman's crying, and Liu Chunyang felt that she wanted to cry too.

Xue Qing turned around and said, "Don't be afraid, it's okay." After that, he turned around and walked away quickly.

Chanyi and Liu Chunyang subconsciously took a step forward, but in the blink of an eye the boy disappeared into the night and could not even hear the sound of footsteps.

"What are he going to do?" Liu Chunyang murmured to ask this question, and only the woman's sobs were answered.

On the night road, the lantern swayed slowly but firmly forward. A gust of wind blew, and the lantern suddenly fell downward... It did not fall to the ground, but was grabbed by one hand, while the other hand held the person who was throwing forward.

Xue Qing used a lantern to illuminate Zhang Dan in his arms. Although he was knocked unconscious, the boy's lips seemed to be shaking and murmured. Thinking that he kept his sister on his lips almost every word. For this boy, the younger sister, who was one year younger than him, actually supported the entire family and suddenly lost the pillar. How could he bear it... This young man who was cowardly in daily life, did not even dare to argue with Su Fang, finally came to Shuangyuan. Perhaps he didn't want to do anything, just wanted to go to where his sister was.

Xue Qing put him down in the ravines and grass on the side of the road, looked at him and said, "What's the use of going? There is only one way to really rescue your sister."

She was silent for a moment and raised the iron stick in front of her eyes. Her heads with flat ends occasionally flashed cold light under the lantern. When she created it, she really didn't expect to use it so quickly...

"Since that's the case, I, Xue Qing, collect money and do things without any deception." She said, blowing out the lantern and putting it in the grass beside her, turning around and walking towards the Shuangyuan.

She was going to kill someone, but it was Zong Zhou.

This idea did not exist before she saw Zhang Nian. Although she had already started killing people at that time, it was just because those people wanted to kill her and stopped her escape. At that time, she was just a survivor. Now she was out of danger, but she turned back and went to Shuangyuan, where the assassins were fighting like Shura Field.

Chanyi has been rescued successfully. Coincidentally, Zong Zhou used the excuse of killing people to fall into the water. Chanyi's fall into the water was even more convincing. Perhaps he would deliberately delay salvage, and another assassin appeared. Zong Zhou would be distracted to investigate the assassin and had enough time to let Chanyi leave.

But Zhang Nian's sister was not good. Zong Zhou either furiously took the opportunity to kill them, or left them to be killed slowly on the road. In short, it was just one death, everyone would die, and many people would die every day. Xue Qing did not want to be a savior, and she could not save everyone.

But now that she saw Zhang Dan, she couldn't ignore it... In fact, she could ignore it. Zhang Dan actually didn't have much deeper relationship with her. She just happened to be listening to Mr. Yan's class and happened to sit next to him. Many times, Zhang Dan was often talking, and the count of what she said to him... She just regarded him as an ordinary classmate and didn't even have the desire to make friends.

Now she actually wanted to kill people for his sister, and it was Zong Zhou who killed people. All officials, gentry and celebrities in Chang'an City lingered and dared not offend anyone who did not even speak. This was really crazy. She just wanted to study honestly and then become a teacher.

But there is nothing to do. Now, only by killing Zong Zhou can this matter be settled. Those girls can survive if Zong Zhou dies and everyone can be safer.

Xue Qing shook his head and sighed, and suddenly thought of Mr. Si Le's words before leaving.

"Don't cause trouble..."

Did he guess that she would cause trouble?

"You student, in this world, if you want to live a stable life, you have to be afraid of something."

She was afraid, there were too many things she was afraid of... but she wasn't afraid of killing people.

The night covered her calm expression, and the lights in front of her appeared in her sight. The noise was already silent, as if they had encountered hallucinations before.

Xue Qing stopped, and such a quiet double garden was even more terrifying than the previous fight.

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The lanterns burned to ashes on the ground, and the torch jumped. Several cars rolled aside. The ground was covered with blood. The servants lay around in a row, while the tall horses had returned to quiet. They were swaying and gnawing on the flowers and plants on the roadside, enjoying the time when there were no servants to drive away and scold them. People and animals formed a sharp contrast at this time.

I think this is the place where the carriage and horses are waiting as Liu Chunyang said.

Xue Qing passed quietly and went inside, and the sound of footsteps rang out from time to time in the yard.

"…search…"

“…They are still here…”

“………………………………………………………”

A team of guards in red whispered, searching and running past with sharp eyes.

The assassin is still there, but it is not good either, because the assassin and the red guard are opponents, but both sides will regard her as opponents. If they meet either of them, they will be life-and-death.

Xue Qing slowly climbed up along the wall, and saw dead bodies lying scattered along the way, most of whom were servants from Shuangyuan, mixed with men wearing night clothes and guards in red.

Many of these assassins came, and I don’t know how many were left at this time... Xue Qing stopped and looked at a house in front of him. The house was brightly lit, and more than a dozen guards in red were guarding around him, looking alert. This was Zong Zhou’s residence, and I don’t know if he had already hidden here.

"…Sir, let me tell you Li Guangyuan..." A guard ran from inside and said.

"Closing the city to investigate the murderers?" said the guard outside the door, taking the order.

There was a commotion in the other direction in the garden.

"You go over there and take a look." The head guard waved his hand.

Then several guards took the order and walked away quickly. The head guard also raised his feet and took the handwritten hand to lead a few people out the door.

The noise of footsteps gradually became silent. Xue Qing, who had already entered the yard, saw the hall and saw Zong Zhou standing inside.

He stood in front of a screen with his hands behind his back, his long hair scattered behind him, and he was still wearing the red robe.

"I have it!" he suddenly shouted.

Xue Qing tightened his body, but saw Zong Zhou lifting his sleeves and turning around, reaching out to pick up a pen from the tables beside him, and brushing his sleeves against the plain white screen.

"The world is so hard to break the road, and I am hiding my own path." He said, writing and writing.

Write a poem.

Xue Qing thought, it was amazing. She could not write poetry and did not know much about poetry. So she didn't know how good Zong Zhou's poem was. What she knew was that a person who was facing an assassin's killing could still have the interest to write poetry. It was really amazing.

Xue Qing has seen few such people, but she does not mean that there are fewer people like this, but she often does not face the dead head-on. Those who are about to die do not know that they are about to die, and they lose their lives when they pass by drinking and having fun or even focusing on their work, so they are not very clear about what they react to death.

The same is true this time. Let Zong Zhou die while writing poetry. Xue Qing leaned against the wall and walked forward slowly. Zong Zhou had already finished writing these two sentences, holding a pen and looking at the screen. Xue Qing walked around and looked at the room. Suddenly, he stopped. He didn't see it just now. Now he turned a few steps and saw a person lying on the ground next to the screen.

This man was thin and dressed in black, holding a knife in his hand, and blood spread under him, obviously dead.

Oh no, Xue Qing thought.

Zong Zhou said: "What do you think of my poem?"

He didn't look back, and there was no one inside, but this sentence was obviously not to talk to himself.

Xue Qing was silent for a moment and said, "Not bad."
Chapter completed!