Heavy rain falls on the swallows, and the white waves are surging.

Sheng Junqian walked in the rain.

The rain hit the hat with a distinct ticking sound.

Between the mouth and nose was the smell of damp earth, with a hint of grass and cow dung.

Under his feet was a cross-flow of sewage, Sheng Junqian was wearing straw sandals, stepping on the stagnant water, and the water on the road was enough to submerge the instep.

Although it is said that killing people on a rainy day is really a matter of rivers and lakes, if Sheng Junqian has a choice, he will definitely not make a move at this time.

After all, in many cases, demeanor and temperature are not the best of both worlds.

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

The emptiness was due to such a torrential rain, there were not a single stall on the streets, let alone pedestrians, and although it was noon, the sky was gloomy.

The narrowness is because the county seat of Songxian County is originally a very small county, and the streets are originally very narrow, coupled with the fact that many families build various illegal buildings in front of their doors, of course, it seems very narrow.

Xie Ru said that he must come back.

Sheng Junqian laughed softly through his nose.

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

When thinking like this, Sheng Junqian came to the location where the note was written, this is an alley in the middle of Song County, and walked along the alley to the end, Sheng Junqian held his breath, and then reached out and knocked on the door.

When there was a rhythmic knock on the door, the people in the house were awakened.

"Who?" The person inside said alarmedly.

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

The other party was obviously relieved when he heard this.

"I am the swallow of the Wang family."

"What about you?"

In the past, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Sheng Junqian nodded: "Coincidentally, I am the swallow of the Xie family." ”

Before the words fell, the door opened inward, and the moment the door was opened, Sheng Junqian had already taken out the knife.

The Hundred Broken Knife drew a cold arc forward, and the person who opened the door did not react at all, and the whole head fell to the ground with a gurgling, and then the whole person fell weakly.

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

Then Sheng Junqian did not hesitate at all, threw down the blood-stained hat, and quickly walked towards the house with a knife.

This time it was the spies from Dongchang who came, they were ordered to investigate the reason for the sudden loss of contact with the Clay Pot Temple, the reason why Sheng Junqian lived in the county seat of Song County was to let Xue Chong provide him with information in the future, after all, whether it was from the Baiyun Mountain Clay Pot Temple, or from Los Angeles or even Yanjing to Baiyun Mountain, the county seat of Song County was the only way, and it could be slightly repaired and set off again.

And Xue Chong is undoubtedly the overlord of the county seat of Song County, with his help, basically any strange face who comes to Song County will be accurately identified, and Xue Chong is the foundation of Jinyiwei, and it is even more accurate to identify these spies in the East Factory.

After Sheng Junqian came here, he had already killed many people according to Xue Chong's prompts.

But even so, paper will never catch fire.

Sheng Junqian knew that he was probably about to leave.

But it's not certain when.

This house is very small, the room is not big, Sheng Jun rushed into the inner room with a knife, but was surprised to find that there was no one - the spies of the East Factory have always acted in teams of two, which can improve the success rate of the mission, and now one is killed at the door, according to the intelligence, the remaining one should also be here.

But there was no one in front of him, the room was full of ordinary furnishings, and at this time, there was a sound of wind overhead, Sheng Junqian looked up, but saw a man in white who was stabbing him condescendingly.

Sheng Junqian sighed, took a step, lifted the Hundred Broken Knife, and calmly stabbed the other party.

The man couldn't stand the strong force coming from Sheng Junqian's broken knife in an instant, and the whole person flew out towards the corner of the wall, impacting, rolling, Sheng Junqian looked at him calmly, and then stepped forward with the knife.

"Wait!" The man saw Sheng Junqian kill his companion with a single sword, and hurriedly waved his hand on the ground at this time: "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 already arrived.

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

In fact, it was not that Sheng Junqian was very keen on cutting off his head, but because his knife was really fast.

Cutting off the head basically ensures that a person is absolutely dead, and there will be no more moths.

Sheng Junqian also liked it.

He reached into the corpse's arms, and because it was not the first time he had done so, he skillfully found the Dongchang waist card he wanted.

In fact, Sheng Junqian didn't expect that one day the spies who killed the East Factory would be so proficient, 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 the Clay Pot Temple, he really felt that the door to a new world had been opened, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

Then after searching the items on the two corpses on the spot, such as the silver two secret weapon cheats and exercises, Sheng Junqian roughly walked around the room again, and after making sure that there was nothing missing, he took out the dark green porcelain vase that was already very familiar from his arms.

I have to say that corpse powder is really addictive if you use it too much, and it is a necessary medicine for home travel to kill people and kill people.

When the final process was also processed, Sheng Junqian went out, picked up the blood-spattered hat, closed the door, sat down under the eaves in the heavy rain, and slowly cleaned the blood-stained hat in the rain.

The blood stains the rain red, then winds into red snakes in the deserted streets, and finally slowly fades to colorless.

……

……

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

Her long black hair is braided into a delicate braid.

A sigh came from behind her.

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

Ruyi Inn, such as is Xie Ru's such as.

"What's wrong?" Xie Ru tilted his head: "Isn't Gongzi Sheng bad?" ”

Xie Ru really likes this Sheng Gongzi, strong, rich, lonely, and sad.

He is like an eagle cruising in the sky, occasionally landing on the small tree of Song County.

So at a glance, you can't take your eyes off it at all.

"Of course Sheng Gongzi is very good." Dad shook his head and smiled bitterly, "But he won't live here forever." ”

"Maybe he'll leave tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow."

"You can't force him to take you away, do you?"

"He's an eagle." Xie Ru pursed her lips and nodded, "I can't fly that high." ”

"But do I really not even have the value of being liked?"

Dad looked at the daughter in front of him, he really didn't know what to say, compared with Sheng Junqian, it was true that the young man in the entire Song County seemed so worthless, that girl didn't have a spring, and it was originally a girl's instinct to like a strong person.

But liking impossible people is not a kind of torment.

And at this time, Sheng Junqian stepped into the inn wet in his robe.

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

There was no trace of blood in the wet rain, but that didn't mean the hat hadn't been stained with blood.

He looked at Xie Ru a little tiredly.

"Is it okay to help me get the jar wine?"

"Thank you."