It was getting darker, but the rain showed no signs of stopping, but was getting heavier and heavier. In Qinghe Village in the dark, at this time, every family is nested at home, and in order to save oil lamps, the villagers also put out the lights early.

There is no moon and stars on a rainy day, which makes the night exceptionally dark, and a silent lightning bolt streaks across the sky, revealing a series of figures in tight black clothes under the endless rain curtain, these people are holding a Tang knife with a straight handle, and a cold chill flashes in the light of lightning.

When these black shadows came to the corner of a big mansion one by one, the people in front squatted down one by one, and the people behind them held a knife in their mouths, trotted and stepped on the back of the person, easily climbed up the wall, observed the situation in the house, and then put down the rope, and the people in black continued to climb up along the way with the knife in their mouths.

At this time, the mansion was quiet, perhaps because of the pouring rain, the people in the mansion did not seem to be too vigilant. There were just a few loose people, standing vigil under the eaves in pairs.

The man in black hid in the shadows, took out the bow behind his back, and mounted the arrow. The cold arrow slowly aimed at the target under the dripping rain, and then a slightly vibrating bowstring sounded in the rain.

The bow that shook in the rain was like the rhythm of death, and the careless night watchmen did not even notice it, and fell one by one. There was not even a chance to shout, and an arrow was fatal.

The sound of rain, the wind, the footsteps.

Then, the dozens of men in black poured into the house like a flood of beasts. One hand covered the mouth of the person who had just fallen asleep on the bed, and a Tang knife with a handle neatly sank into his chest.

And those who did not fall asleep heard the slight footsteps between the wind and rain.

"Who is it?"

He suddenly got up, but what answered him was an oncoming Tang knife with a bloody light.

The first screams sounded in the night rain, like a thunderclap, and woke many people from their beds. But the alarm came some late, and in the big mansion, there were seventy-seven or eighty-eight dead at this time, and only a dozen or so people were still alive.

"Senior sister, let's go."

The killing did not stop because of the superfluous sounds, and more than a dozen cold Tang knives came from all directions, stabbing one of the desperate people into a hornet's nest.

"What about Senior Sister? Where's my sister? ”

"I'm fighting with you."

"Senior brother, junior sister, oh my God!"

The sound of confusion, madness, collapse, and sound sounded, but the killing continued, and the eyes of the man in black, as if incarnated as a Tang knife without the slightest emotion, cut through the raindrops and slashed down.

When the rain is mixed with the blood, when the only sound of rain is left in the house. The man in black then began to put the finishing touches on it.

But she didn't find a figure dressed as a Taoist girl who fled from the house, the tears on her face were long indistinguishable from the rain, and her delicate face was completely replaced by hatred and grief, she ran along the path in the woods, barefoot and carrying a Taoist robe.

In the midst of the rain, the wind swept through the trees, whining and whining, piercing a drop of rain falling from the sky.

The running Dao Gu was unconscious, and her emotions were immersed in the sadness of the killing. When she heard this mournful sound, her neck seemed to be hit by gravity, and her graceful posture soaked in rain was crooked, and an arrow pierced her neck neatly and nailed to the big tree beside her.

She reached out and grabbed the arrow around her neck with a blank face, and gradually let go of her hand again, unable to fall, and there was no movement. It's just that the pale pretty face is blank, only a look of suddenness, and the rustling sound that seems to have always existed.

Jiang Wei sat in the pond pavilion in the backyard, watching the rain disappear under the thunder and lightning. He listened to Cheng Chuliang's report on the situation in Qinghe Village, and he didn't have any expression.

After listening to Cheng Chuliang's report, Jiang Wei nodded and advised,

"Wrap up cleanly and don't get caught."

At this time, Cheng Chuliang's face was very serious, he had already heard Jiang Wei explain the origin of Chen Shuozhen and those people in Qinghe Village, and Jiang Wei's statement at that time was that these people were the people who kidnapped him at that time.

Cheng Chuliang only then understood why Jiang Wei wanted to kill these people.

"Xiao Yanagi, go and call Chen Shuozhen."

Liu Enyi nodded and returned to the villa along the corridor. At this time, Chen Shuozhen did not sleep, but looked at an envelope in the room.

"Mrs. Chen, summoned by the son, waiting for you in the pavilion above the pond in the backyard."

Hearing Liu Enyi's voice outside the door, Chen Shuozhen didn't care too much, he answered casually, lit the envelope, took off the tight-fitting practice clothes on his body, and changed into the silk dress he usually wears.

On the way to the corridor, Chen Shuozhen guessed what tricks Jiang Wei was going to play this time, and thought of the bath in his heart, and his heart itched with hatred.

When he came to the pond not far away, Chen Shuozhen saw Jiang Wei standing on his back in the pavilion from a distance, as well as Cheng Chuliang and Liu Enyi on the side.

Seeing this, Chen Shuozhen sensed that something seemed to be wrong, because Cheng Chuliang was carrying a weapon. If it was just Liu Enyi with a weapon, she didn't think it was anything, after all, he was a guard, but Cheng Chuliang was a little weird with a weapon.

"Sister, run, they're going to kill you."

An anxious and trembling voice rang out in the night, Chen Shuozhen was suddenly startled, looked sideways, and saw a woman about fourteen years old running out of the corner, shouting at Chen Shuozhen.

Chen Shuozhen recognized it at a glance, this was the sister of his own mother's compatriots. However, as soon as the woman shouted this, an arrow pierced her chest mercilessly, causing her to stop what she wanted to say and fall to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Chen Shuozhen's brain was buzzing for a while, blank, and he seemed to be completely unable to accept this fact. She slowly raised her head, and by the light of lightning, she saw a sturdy figure on the roof of the gym not far away, holding a bow and arrow.

The man with the bow and arrow seemed to be aware of it, and when he looked sideways, he saw Chen Shuozhen's red eyes staring straight at him.

He was startled, and as soon as he raised his bow and arrows in his hand, he heard a sharp sound breaking through the rain, followed by a sharp stabbing pain in his chest.

When the archer pulled out the object that had pierced his chest and found that it was a hairpin, he breathed a sigh of relief, but it was not long before he realized that the hairpin was poisonous.

The man saw Chen Shuozhen running in the rain and was running to the woman he had shot, he raised the bow and arrow in his hand again, put the arrow on the bowstring, and before he could pull the bow, the man felt the sky spinning, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood and fell headlong.