Heavy rain falls on the swallows and white waves surging.

Sheng Junqian was walking in the rain.

The rain hit the hat with a clear ticking sound.

There is a smell of damp soil between the mouth and nose, with a little smell of grass and cow dung.

Sewage flowed under his feet. Sheng Junqian was wearing straw sandals and stepped on the accumulated water. The water on the road surface was enough to flood the instep.

Although killing people on rainy days is really a world of things, if Sheng Junqian had the choice, he would definitely not take action at this time.

After all, many times, demeanor and temperature are not bothering.

He carried a knife and walked through the empty and narrow streets of Songxian.

The emptiness is because of such heavy rain. There are no stalls on the streets, and there are no pedestrians. Although it is noon, the sky is dark.

The narrowness is because Songxian County is originally a very small county town, and the streets are originally very narrow. In addition, many people build various illegal buildings in front of their doors, so of course it seems very narrow.

Xie Ru said he must come back.

Sheng Junqian chuckled gently with his nose.

Of course he will come back, otherwise he would die on the road?

While thinking about this, Sheng Junqian came to the location of the note, which was a remote alley in Songxian County. He walked along the alley to the end. Sheng Junqian held his breath and then reached out to knock on the door.

When the rhythmic knock on the door sounded, the people inside the room were awakened.

"Who?" the person inside said alertly.

"Is it a swallow?" Sheng Junqian did not answer, but asked back.

The other party was obviously relieved when he heard this.

"I am the swallow of the Wang family."

"And you?"

In the past, the swallows in front of the king and Xie Hall flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Sheng Junqian nodded: "A coincidence, I am the swallow of the Xie family."

Before he finished speaking, the door opened inward. The moment he opened the door, Sheng Junqian had already used his knife.

Bai Duan Dao drew a cold arc and went forward. The person who opened the door did not react at all. His whole head rolled to the ground, and then his whole person fell weak and weak.

The blood surged upwards like a fountain, and then slowly fell down. Sheng Junqian took off his hat and raised it forward gently to block the squirting blood.

Then Sheng Junqian did not hesitate at all, threw down his blood-stained hat and quickly took the knife into the house.

This time, the spies from Dongchang came to investigate the reasons why the Wall Warm Temple suddenly lost contact. The reason why Sheng Junqian lived in Songxian County was that it would be convenient for Xue Chong to provide him with information. After all, whether it was coming out of Baiyun Mountain, or from Luocheng or even Yanjing to Baiyun Mountain, Songxian County was a must-pass road, and it could be slightly repaired and set off again.

Xue Chong is undoubtedly the tyrant of the Songxian County. With his help, basically any strange face that comes to Songxian County will be accurately identified. Xue Chong is the foundation of the Jinyiwei, and he is even more accurate in identifying these spies from the East Factory.

After Sheng Junqian arrived here, he had already killed many people as Xue Chong's instructions.

But even so, paper will never cover fire.

Sheng Junqian knew that he was about to leave.

But not sure when.

The house is very small and the room is not big. Sheng Junqian rushed into the inner room with his sword, but was surprised to find that there was no one in the East Factory spies always acted in groups of two people. This could increase the success rate of the mission. Now one was killed at the door. According to the information, the remaining one should be here.

But there was no one in front of me, and the room was decorated very ordinary. At this moment, there was a sound of wind above my head. Sheng Junqian looked up and saw a man in white stabbing him from a high point.

Sheng Junqian sighed and gave in, lifted Bai Duan Knife and stabbed the other party calmly.

The man couldn't stand the great force coming from Sheng Jun's thousand-broken swords in an instant, and flew out toward the corner of the wall, hitting and rolling. Sheng Junqian looked at him calmly, then took the knife and walked forward.

"Wait!" The man saw Sheng Junqian killing his companion with his own eyes. At this time, he waved his hand on the ground: "What do you want? I can give it to you, you know what we are..."

He was only halfway through his words, and Sheng Junqian's knife had arrived.

"Sorry, I don't want anything." As Sheng Junqian said this, the other party's head slowly rolled to the ground.

In fact, it is not that Sheng Junqian is keen on cutting his head, but because his knife is indeed very fast.

A head-cutting can basically confirm that a person is absolutely dead and no more troubles can happen.

Sheng Junqian also likes it very much.

He reached into the arms of the corpse. Because it was not the first time he did this, he skillfully found the Dongchang waist brand he wanted.

In fact, Sheng Junqian didn't expect that one day, the spies from the East Factory were so skillful. This was probably the benefit of following the right team. Of course, since he participated in the killing of the two East Factory officials in the back mountain of Waguan Temple, he really felt that he had opened the door to a new world and had nothing to be afraid of.

Then, after plundering the items on the two corpses, such as the secret artifacts of silver and hidden weapons, Sheng Junqian roughly walked around the house, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, he took out the familiar dark green porcelain bottle from his arms.

I have to say that using too much corpse powder is really addictive, and it is a must-have medicine for killing people to silence their mouths when traveling at home.

After the final process was completed, Sheng Junqian went out, picked up the hat that had been splattered with blood, closed the door, sat down under the eaves in the heavy rain, and slowly cleaned the hat that was stained with blood in the rain.

The blood stained the rain red, and then turned into a red snake in the deserted streets, and finally slowly faded into colorless.

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Xie Ru looked at the rain outside the door and gently bit her lip.

Long black hair braided into a delicate braid.

A sigh came from behind her.

Xie Ru turned around, and behind her was her father, who was also the owner of this Ruyi Inn.

Ruyi Inn, Ru is Xie Ru.

"What's wrong?" Xie Ru tilted her head: "Isn't Mr. Sheng good?"

Xie Rushi really likes this young master Sheng, who is strong, rich, lonely, and sad.

He is like an eagle swimming in the sky, occasionally falling on this small tree in Songxian County.

So at first glance, I can't take my eyes off.

"Of course Mr. Sheng is very good." The father shook his head and smiled bitterly: "But he will not live here forever."

"Maybe he will leave tomorrow, or maybe the day after tomorrow."

"You can't force him to take you away."

"He is an eagle." Xie Ru nodded with her lips and said, "I can't fly that high again."

"But, do I really have no value to be liked?"

My father looked at the daughter in front of him and really didn't know what to say. Compared with Sheng Junqian, the young man in Songxian seemed so insignificant. The girl was not in love with her and liked powerful people, which was originally a girl's instinct.

But it is not a torment to like impossible people.

At this moment, Sheng Junqian stepped into the inn wet in a straw raincoat.

He took off his hat and placed it on the table.

There is no trace of blood in the wet rain, but this does not mean that the hat has not been stained with blood.

He looked at Xie Ru with some fatigue.

"Can you help me get a jar of wine?"
Chapter completed!