Maybe the dead body wanted to be buried in peace and didn't want to be eaten by a wild dog and cat. Ye Qingyan, who flew up the roof and climbed onto the beam, saw a bulging bag in the southeast corner.

His eyes lit up and he crawled along the beam.

And, at this moment, five masked men flew in from the light house.

The man with a hat noticed someone had entered the light house, took out a very rough wooden mask from his arms and put it on, then flew out of the yard and stood at the roof.

His stop attracted the attention of several masked people. After a look at each other, one person left to continue to go to the yard of the main room, and the remaining four went to the men with hats.

Ye Qingyan got the big bag and was about to fly down the beam, but he heard the footsteps of someone in the yard.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, he carried a big bag, turned around and flew down lightly and hid behind the door.

Holding breath, holding his breath, holding the sword in his hand tightly, waiting for people outside to come in.

The visitor was also very alert and did not enter the house rashly.

First, I threw a porcelain bottle in.

The bottle shattered as soon as it hits the ground, and a rich cigarette drifts out...

When Ye Qingyan saw it, he cursed inwardly, covering his mouth and nose with his sleeves.

The visitor only came in after seeing that there was no movement in the house for a long time.

But, the moment he stepped into the door, a sword light that exuded a bone-killing murderous intent flashed from his neck!

Bright red blood splattered out like a blood flower, shooting on the door, on the ground, and on the roof...

The visitor looked at Ye Qingyan and couldn't say a stupid word. He seemed to be dying about him and did not react.

Ye Qingyan said: "I have bought the light house. Now this is my private house. According to Yan Chaolu, those who enter without the permission of the master will be killed without the guilt of killing them!"

"You!" The visitor only uttered a word in the end, and fell to the ground and died with his eyes open.

Ye Qingyan looked at Gong Ling Jian, who had just taken a life but had not been stained with blood, bounced the sword body again, and the sword body made a clear and pleasant sound, "Well, it is indeed a good sword."

The body that was like a waste in the previous life could only look at it, but not use it. In this life, I finally fulfilled my wish.

As for the people who crossed the courtyard, they were chopped up by the man with vegetables and hats, and they were picked up by Qingming Sect's waist cards from them. However, these waist cards were all ordinary identity cards, not tokens. It seems that the woman I killed before should have some status.

Ye Qingyan flew up to the wall with a big bag, looking at the man with a hat crossing the yard, "What's your name?"

The man knelt on one knee at Ye Qingyan, clasped his fists with both hands, "I will pay homage to the Empress."

"Gui?" Ye Qingyan looked at Gui, "How to write it?"

Xiao Changqi has a guard named after the ten heavenly stems and the twelve earthly branches, and is also his most loyal deceased soldier. They are Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren, Gui. Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai.

Gui Hui said: "The tenth place in the heavenly stems."

It was indeed Xiao Changqi's dead soldier, "You followed me all the way to Fangzhou City?"

"The subordinates only protect the Empress and will not interfere with any decisions of the Empress."

"Well. Get up, who are these?" Ye Qingyan's eyes fell on the dead bodies on the ground.

Gui stood up and presented the Qingming Sect token and identity card he found to Ye Qingyan, "The subordinates searched the Qingming Sect from them to the Identity Card of the Jianghu Sect Qingming Sect."
Chapter completed!