Qian Song lay quietly by the wall of the small courtyard, the gate was only seven or eight steps away from him, he felt that he was about to die, he was stabbed in the abdomen and back, and he was kicked in the chest, this kick should have injured his internal organs, and the blood kept pouring down his throat like a tidal wave, flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

Qian Song is a housekeeper, the housekeeper of the village is the old man's housekeeper, his hometown is not in Shannan Village, but from Xi'an Mansion, there was a big man in the family back then, but because he was involved in a case and killed his head, his family was all distributed, because he knew the official language, he could write and calculate, and he was invited by the old man Wang to be a housekeeper. In the past 20 years, under his management, Mr. Wang's family has been thriving, and he has faintly become the richest man in the local area. Qian Song's original plan was to do it for another three or five years, and then he would leave with his family and the money he had accumulated over the years, return to his ancestral land, and return to his roots, but now, everything is impossible.

Qian Song clearly remembered that he was settling accounts late tonight, and just after lying down for a while, he heard a little movement, and it seemed that there was still the whimper of the big dog called the black tiger in the nursing home. Qian Song picked up the lamp and walked into the courtyard, there was silence all around, as if nothing had happened, however, Qian Song's heart kept sinking, and the black tiger didn't run to his side with his tail wagging his tail, which was not logical.

He groped to the courtyard gate and saw that the door bar was still there, and the top gate post was also there. Scratching his head, he was thinking about it, when he suddenly heard a gust of wind behind him, and then his whole body was in great pain, ah, he turned around, and he didn't know when a man in black appeared in front of him, holding a bright long knife, a knife was inserted in his lower abdomen, and then he pulled out the knife and kicked him out, Qian Song didn't know anything.

When he woke up again, Qian Song saw that the yard was full of fires, the houses were burned to the point of crackling, and there was the sound of heavy objects being dumped. In the courtyard, several people ran back and forth, or carried or carried something, and pushed it onto the old man's carriage.

"Second brother, I didn't expect this poor and remote rich man to be so rich! Haha, now we sent it. A man in black patted something on the carriage and said to another man in black.

"You think this is an ordinary rich man? Hmph, he's got a lot of energy! Our business in Quanzhou last year was ruined by him. Today, if I don't teach him a lesson, it's really hard to swallow the anger in my heart. The second brother said viciously.

Quanzhou? Last year? Qian Song's heart trembled, last year the lord took him to Quanzhou to do a great thing, for this, they also received the government's commendation, to this day, the Quanzhou prefect's handwritten plaque is still hanging in the hall of his house.

This is the group of people?

How did they find here?

Qian Song squinted his eyes and didn't dare to move, hoping that these people didn't find out that they were still alive, he didn't expect him to be able to live, he knew that he was going to die, his injuries were very serious, he could feel that life was passing little by little, following the blood of those wounds, he had never felt so weak, his only hope was to be able to hold on until these people left, and then someone else would come, so that he could tell him the secret, so that he would not die in vain, and let the death of the whole village have a clear explanation.

The blood in his throat overflowed again, and he wanted to cough, but he didn't dare, so he could only hold back and try to open his mouth wider, hoping that the blood would flow out by itself and not block his trachea.

"Hey, look at this finger, that Wang Laocai's vision is really good, this piece of jade is probably worth a lot of money. Ha, second brother, did you see that when I slaughtered his wife's head, he looked so pitiful. Tears and snot flowed, and then he took out all the things in the house. A man in black said, and then he followed the example of Master Wang: "This old man said, uncles, as long as you let me go, you can take anything, don't kill me." Haha, of course we will take it, and not only everything he has, but also his life. ”

The other man in black was carrying a knife, as if picking his nails, and after a while, holding a small bright thing in his hand, looked at the firelight, stuffed it into his arms, and threw out another thing in his hand.

"This old guy actually has an 18-year-old concubine, snow-white and pink, and she actually held the hand jewelry box and didn't let go, and she really wanted money. If it weren't for the eldest brother not letting us harm the woman, I really wanted to do her. I cut off this woman's ears with a single knife, and she was scared stupid at the time, haha, looking at her watery and spiritual appearance is really a bit unbearable, alas, what a pity. "Humanity in black.

Qian Song was pretending to be dead, and suddenly something hit not far in front of him, bounced twice, and landed not far from the tip of his nose, and when he looked at it, it was a white ear, and the place where the earlobe hung jewelry was savagely cut by a knife, showing an irregular shape. There was blood on the ear, and there was a lot of dirt, this was the young lady's ear, Qian Song was shocked, and couldn't help but take a breath, not wanting the blood that was already flowing in his mouth to block his trachea, he coughed violently.

"Second brother, there's a living one here." A man in black came running with a knife.

"Slaughtered."

Qian Song watched a knife fall from the sky and slash at his neck, strange, it didn't hurt at all, and the uncomfortable feeling in his chest and lower abdomen disappeared in an instant, it turned out that death was not so terrible. Qian Song thought, and the darkness overwhelmed him all at once.

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It was a very long night, and the little pot nested on the tree, looking through the leaves, watching everything in the village, watching those familiar people die one by one, and those familiar houses became huge torches one by one, and the burning fire lit up the whole sky.

From time to time, one or two people would run out of those burning houses, their whole bodies were on fire, or they were blackened, but as soon as they rushed out, they were easily discovered by those men in black, and the ending was the same, a knife to death.

When the village gradually quieted down, Xiao Guozi saw the men in black surrounding the threshing floor from all directions. Some people carried huge burdens, some led ox carts, some drove the cattle and sheep in the village, they loaded everything into the carts, and the small pot saw that someone drove his four white and fat pigs to the barre, and then quickly killed them and threw them into the ox cart. There were not enough ox carts in the village, so they also gathered the villagers' small carts carrying fertilizer and grain, and piled a lot of baggage on them. There was a man who was careless, and accidentally broke up the baggage, and many things rolled down from the baggage, including shiny plates, beautiful silk cloths, and even the black inkstone of Mr. Wang's private school in the small pot. This inkstone is Mr. Wang's most cherished thing, and every time he finishes using it, he will wash it with water, wipe it with a cloth, and then wrap it up and put it away properly. I heard from Mr. that this inkstone was given by one of his students back then, and the student later passed the examination and became the head of a county in a certain place. This inkstone is bought by the student when he went out to be an official and dedicated to the teacher, the stone is delicate, the ink is soft but not slippery, hard but not astringent, Mr. never let the student touch it, but now, it is mixed with those things that he messed up, bumping around, Mr. will be heartbroken when he sees it.

The man in black kept busy, shuttling back and forth, the small pot counted, there were about 50 people in total, a black shirt of one color, black trousers, a cloth mask, the fat man who wandered around the village with him during the day was inside, seeing that his status was not too low, he often gave orders to let other people in black speed up. The stout guy sitting on the stone roller must be the leader of everyone here, Xiao Guozi is sure, because everyone is listening to his instructions, including Zhang Fatzi, who also looks groveling when facing this guy. Although this person is not very tall, but sitting there, like a stone statue, his whole body is full of explosive power, his eyes are sharp, he just unconsciously crossed the tree where the small pot is located, and the small pot feels cold all over, as if he is being stared at by a fierce lion, unable to move.

The leader gently wiped the knife, which was curved and narrow, like a pool of clear water, reflecting the fire burning around it, as if an elf was jumping on it.

About the fourth watch, the group of men in black drove the ox cart and pushed the cart, carried all the booty away, crossed the small bridge, first south, to the end of the path, and then turned east, and the long procession of torches gradually merged with the night, and could no longer be seen.