Stealth assassination, Wu Yuanqing has never learned, but he has seen a lot of it on TV in his previous life, and it is always so interesting to paint a cat and a tiger regardless of whether it is like it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Besides, when I was a child, I played war games with my friends, who hasn't been lying in the grass and hiding in the woods, and the mountains and forests are naturally Wu Yuanqing's familiar home field. The rain became heavier and heavier, and the flood became bigger and more urgent, hitting the protruding stones in the river, splashing waves, Wu Yuanqing could not see but could hear the passionate and broken sound.

One foot deep and one foot shallow, walking alone by the river. Wu Yuanqing didn't feel afraid, how could someone who had died once be afraid of dying again.

Not being scared doesn't mean you're not nervous, nervous is for younger siblings and friends you know.

walked cautiously all the way, and before I knew it, I had come to a place where I could see the lights of the post station, and it should have been Zhang Cheng and those people who went in and re-lit it.

Wu Yuanqing was ecstatic in his heart, and he was more sure that Zhang Cheng would stay at the post station.

Sneaking all the way to the river facing the post station, Wu Yuanqing carefully grabbed a branch and climbed to the ground.

There is a distance of more than 200 meters from the post station, and a distance of more than 50 meters in the middle is a small forest, carefully avoiding the broken branches of the treetops out of the grove, and immediately crawling to the ground, under the cover of the wild grass, Wu Yuanqing crawled to the post station little by little.

As he crawled, he had to endure a tingling pain on his arm and face, which had been stung by a green caterpillar from above while drilling into the kudzu needle nest. The scientific name is the stinging caterpillar, and the local name is Ma Ze spicy. As the name suggests, this kind of bug stings people, which will make you feel swollen, spicy, painful, and itchy.

Under the destruction of endless pain, Wu Yuanqing quietly crawled to the edge of the grass.

In front of it is a smooth road, and a few dozen meters away from the dirt road is the gate courtyard of the post station.

The door of the inn was wide open, and you could see the people inside. There were two more people guarding the door.

Just when Wu Yuanqing was hesitating how to get in, a person suddenly walked out humming a small tune, turned to the foot of the wall next to the door and began to take off his pants.

It turned out to be running out to pee. It's really sick to go outside to pee on a rainy day, pretending to be a Sven person, and talking nonsense about hygiene.

If you want Lao Tzu to pee directly in the yard under the eaves, Wu Yuanqing thought shamelessly.

A godsend! You don't blame me for your own death.

Wu Yuanqing stood up from the grass quietly, bent his waist, raised his legs on tiptoe, and landed lightly under the cover of the loud sound.

Slowly pull out the dagger from the left sleeve, open your arms slightly, and form a semi-encircled shape, so as to facilitate the next movement.

The person who peed happened to finish peeing, shivered, and his hands were still shaking and shaking, and his whole body was shaking.

A set of familiar actions amused Wu Yuanqing almost without laughing.

He took a good position, and with lightning speed, he covered the mouth of the peeing man with his left hand, and the dagger in his right hand stabbed him in the chest ten times without stopping, until he could not feel the breath of his mouth and nose at all.

It's like the simple and fast dagger killing in Korean action movies, fast and ruthless, the white knife goes in and the red knife comes out instantly, a few centimeters away from the flesh, and it is quickly inserted again.

Plug and Plug Plug ......

Well, a good bloody thing that I explained seems to be a bit of a carnal play, well, it's not very well described, so let's leave it at that.

Why didn't Wu Yuanqing wipe his neck so that it wouldn't make a loud noise, but instead chose to stab his chest, a method that has a larger range of movement and is easier to make a sound?

I'm afraid of pain!

It's as simple as that.

Wu Yuanqing is a person who is very afraid of pain, in his previous life, his grandmother's neighbor was a doctor, and he always avoided others, because he was afraid that his butt would hurt if he was given an injection. I would rather have a scar than stitches when I bleed from my head, just because the doctor said that the stitches would be very painful, and by the way, the doctor was still my grandmother's neighbor.

But in the same way, he is a very contradictory person, very afraid of pain, and very able to endure pain, once a fingernail cover somehow pierced into the thorn, he didn't know, after a long time, half of his fingers were suppurated, the fire burned the pain and swelled. He was tortured to death every day, so he borrowed a decorating knife from a classmate whose father was a carpenter, cut off more than half of his nails and half of the flesh of his small fingers, and then squeezed out the pus.

Just now endured the pain and crawled through the grass, but when he was ready to kill, he was untimely and contradictory, his thinking jumped too much, who knows what he would think, he thought that although he had killed someone, he was still a new hand, what if he accidentally scratched his hand to cover his mouth when wiping his neck, it would not hurt to death.

So the above thing happened.

hurriedly took off his clothes and put on the clothes of a dead man, even if there was a faint smell of urine on his pants, Wu Yuanqing didn't care.

Although the position on the chest of the clothes was about to be stabbed, fortunately, the color was blue-black, and the blood stains were not conspicuous on the soaked clothes.

Changing into his outfit and taking a deep breath, he strode towards the station.

When he walked to the door of the hall, Wu Yuanqing lowered his head, wiped his head with his hand, shook the water on his hand vigorously, and scolded loudly: "Grass, it's so damn bad, it's so big, it's all urinating." “

The original dialect of Liaozhou City made the two gatekeepers not have the slightest doubt. On the contrary, it was Wu Yuanqing's actions that caused them to scold: "Wu Laosan, you fucking did it on purpose, and you still threw it at Lao Tzu when you pee your hands."

"Get out, provoke Lao Tzu to pee on your face again" Wu Yuanqing deliberately shouted angrily, causing laughter and scolding, and it was not easy to be found out that the voice was wrong.

Entering the hall without any danger, the dead bodies whose heads were cut off were gone, and Zhang Tang, who was cut into a stick, was naturally not here, it should have been properly placed by Zhang Cheng.

There was no one else in the hall except for three people lying on the table and napping, and Zhang Cheng was not here.

Wu Yuanqing knew where Zhang Cheng was, the room with the best conditions in the post station was the room where Li Chengqian lived before, Zhang Cheng was the biggest here, there was no reason not to live in the best place.

Although the three of them were napping on their stomachs and would not see themselves, Wu Yuanqing still walked against the wall in the dark place where the candle was not lit.

Touching the corner of the corridor on the second floor, Wu Yuanqing looked carefully, and sure enough, there were two people guarding the house where Li Chengqian lived before.

After thinking about it for a long time, Wu Yuanqing didn't think of a way to lure the two away. Throw something to attract him to come over and check it out wu yuanqing felt that people were not stupid how could something fall if no one was good I don t know how to shout it.

After thinking about it to no avail, let's just go up and do it.

Wu Yuanqing took a deep breath and didn't bow his head, anyway, the light in the corridor was quite dim, and he walked over quickly but quietly.

When Wu Yuanqing walked out, the two guards had already seen him.

"Who"

"I, am you here, there's news"

"Yes, it's news, have you caught it, adults are resting and don't let me disturb you"

In the local dialect, without arousing a trace of suspicion, Wu Yuanqing had already walked up to the two of them during the soft conversation.

As Wu Yuanqing approached, the light was even more affected, and his right hand swung horizontally to the left, and the sharp edge of the dagger slashed the neck of the guard on the right.

Before the left side could react, Wu Yuanqing had already reached out to cover his mouth and pressed it against the wall, and the dagger stabbed him a few times, this time in the chest.

Quietly solving the two guards, Wu Yuanqing carefully pushed open the door.

With a squeak, the door opened, and the light was on: "My lord, there is news, those people have been caught."

Wu Yuanqing whispered as he pushed the crack in the door wider, and when he could accommodate a person to enter, he quickly dodged in.

Entering the house, with his back to the wall, his left hand on his forehead to prevent the light from dazzling, he squinted and swept around, and then focused on the bed.

The guard said that Zhang Cheng was resting, and there happened to be a person lying flat on the bed, which should be him.

Wu Yuanqing took two steps forward and walked to the side of the bed to reach out and grab someone.

"Ah," Wu Yuanqing exclaimed in a low voice, his pupils instantly constricted, and the person subconsciously jumped back.

", I'm scared to death" Wu Yuanqing gasped, patting his chest hard, shocked.

Looking at the person on the bed again, it is Zhang Cheng, it is clearly a corpse, or a corpse pieced together and sewn, it is none other than Zhang Cheng's son Zhang Tang, who was cut into a stick by Wu Yuanqing's own hands.

It's no wonder that Wu Yuanqing was taken aback, and his reaction was so big, anyone who saw this scene would be half frightened to death.

"Damn, the two guards don't guard the living, but they guard the dead here, obscure, no wonder they died in my hands, right" Wu Yuanqing scolded in a low voice.

Where is this Nima going to find Zhang Cheng, this old thing, didn't he say that he was resting upstairs?

Wu Yuanqing was very irritable, seeing that he was about to succeed, but such a situation occurred.

There are a total of nine rooms in the corridors on the left and right floors of the second floor. It shouldn't be possible to have a house facing the staircase, there is no fence there, there is no privacy, and no one with status will choose that place.

There are four rooms left on the left and right, and Wu Yuanqing feels that the left side is more likely, because his current position is in the middle of the left.

There are still two people guarding here, and it's safer than the unguarded room on the right.

Thinking that Wu Yuanqing would walk away and go out to the door, suddenly he stopped and went back, walked to the bedside, and pulled Zhang Tang's hair hard, how could the stitched flesh and skin withstand this strength, poof, Zhang Tang's head was directly dragged down.

"Hehe, Zhang Cheng, you old thing, you still want to leave your son's whole corpse to dream, Lao Tzu doesn't need your mongrel son to scare you to death" Wu Yuanqing held Zhang Tang's head and shook and muttered.

Pushing the door out, stepping over the two corpses on the ground, Wu Yuanqing stood at the door of the opposite room, just now he only cared about the door guarded by two people, but he didn't even notice that the light was on in this room.

No, Zhang Chengba is in this room, and he is really saving, and the two of them both guard his son and him.

Dipping his saliva in the window paper, he poked a hole in the window paper, and when he looked closer, he saw a person sitting at the table fiddling with something, this person was Zhang Cheng, and what was happening outside did not attract his attention.

If you're not asleep, let's just go in.

With a "bang", Wu Yuanqing kicked in the door, and the head of Zhang Tang who was carrying it was also thrown towards Zhang Cheng.

And Zhang Cheng, who was all focused on the thing he was holding in his hand, was startled by the sound of kicking the door, and when he looked up, he saw a black thing flying in, and his hand trembled and stretched out to the oil lamp.

"Groove"

"Boom"