The seventh floor of the attic is empty, with little furnishings except for shaded gauze tents and small resting tables.

As a county lord representing the royal court, such living facilities are indeed a little cold, of course, I don't know if it is the county lord himself or the horse farm is indeed poor.

If you really want to speculate, the latter is almost unlikely, Xilan Racecourse is famous far and wide, and it is said that it is said to be in the gold, how can the reception of the emperor's relatives be so shabby?

So when Zhang He rushed up to the central hall on the seventh floor, he was obviously stunned, he didn't expect the county lord's residence to be so simple, but there were things that made him even more stunned, because the county lord was standing quietly by the fence, holding the Qiang flute in his hand, and there were two palace maids by his side.

However, the county lord spoke first: "What happened?" ”

Zhang He was stunned, dare not be the county lord There is something here, is it the floor below? Pei Zhao and others live below, could it be that the killer came to assassinate again?

"Oops!" Zhong Schumann secretly screamed, "There are assassins, and they are down there." ”

Although Zhang He nodded expressionlessly, his footsteps did not move, because the sound of fighting was everywhere, and the entire compound was alarmed.

And the sound of the fight quickly subsided in bursts of exclamations, Pei Zhao, Solo Dance and Song Baicang caught up panting, and the placket on Song Baicang's shoulders turned a large piece red.

Before the two of them could speak, the county lord first asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Song Baicang gasped and said: "Yes, there are assassins, fortunately Pei Daxia came, and the old man escaped by luck." ”

The county lord, Zhang He, and Zhong Shuman were all moved, and the assassin openly broke into the well-guarded Tingtao Xiaozhu at night to assassinate, which was no longer bold, but against the sky.

The county lord was anxious, and couldn't help but say, "What does an assassin look like?" ”

Song Baicang shook his head: "It's a masked man in black, and he can't see his true face clearly." ”

The county lord sighed slightly, as if he was a little disappointed: "It seems that this Xiaozhu is not safe." ”

"It's really unsafe." Lan Dao Chang also walked up from the sixth staircase, "This place has become a place of right and wrong, I suggest that the county lord leave as soon as possible." ”

The county lord said, "Oh? ”

"How does the Taoist know that this place is already a land of right and wrong?" Pei Zhao asked rhetorically.

Lan Dao said expressionlessly: "The assassin is fierce, and he can't even defeat the Songzhuang owner's inner family "Panasonic Finger", isn't we his opponent again?" ”

His expression was very strange, and his eyes were staring at Pei Zhao.

"How does the Taoist know that the "Panasonic Finger" of the master of Songzhuang is no match for the assassin? I was about to ask, where did the Dao Master go when the assassins attacked just now? When he said this, Pei Zhao's eyes did not stare at Lan Daochang, but looked at Song Baicang's shoulders, and then at Lan Daochang's lower body.

Following his gaze, Zhong Shuman was shocked, and she naturally saw it.

The scars on Song Baicang's shoulders were very similar to the scars on the back of the back of the night's dreams, the placket had been torn, and the scars were as messy as silk, dense and numerous, which was clearly injured by weapons such as dust.

The Dao Chief's robes were the kind of slender robes, which generally covered the boots, but the corners of the bottom of the robes were soaked, which was obviously wet with water.

How do you get wet?

It's dark outside at night, and the dew is everywhere, has the Taoist ever gone out? Could it be that Song Baicang was injured by Lan Dao Chang? Could it be that the murderer is Lan Daochang?

The entire seventh-floor hall suddenly became silent, and everyone looked at Lan Daochang, but at this time, he was still in a panic and calm.

The county lord suddenly waved his hand: "I'm already a little tired, you all retreat." ”

"This ......" Everyone was dumbfounded, but since it was an order issued by the county lord, it was inconvenient for everyone to stay on the seventh floor for a long time, and they retired one after another.

Zhong Shumann was full of doubts and slowly walked to the fifth floor.

As soon as he walked to the fifth staircase, Zhang He chased down from behind, reached out and patted her shoulder: "I have something to say to you." ”

Zhong Shuman looked at him suspiciously: "Oh? What words? ”

At this moment, the smile on Zhang He's face was not a signature smile, but became a little weird.

Zhong Schumann has seen a lot of such smiles, especially when he is with the fat man, when he sees a beautiful woman passing by nearby, the fat man will show this obscene smile.

Zhang He's smile is now even better than that of a fat man: "It's not convenient to say it here." ”

Zhong Shuman was angry and funny: "Where is the convenience?" ”

Zhang He's eyes narrowed into a line: "It's convenient in your room." ”

The voice of his words is not big, but it is not small either, Lan Daochang and the others who are going downstairs can hear it clearly, and the solo dance even glanced at Zhang He with contempt, and then snorted coldly and turned around and walked towards the stairs on the fourth floor.

Zhong Shuman's face was a little hot, but of course she believed Zhang He, so Xiao Zhang followed Zhong Shuman.

The guest rooms of Tingtao Xiaozhu are very elegantly furnished, here is different from the wing room, the room is still different from men and women, the rooms where men live are generally coffee tables, wine glasses, hard chairs, oil lamps, and women's rooms are mostly pink tones, red candles and brocade tents.

The candle flame of the red candle beats in this quiet room, reflecting the brocade tent at the head of the bed more vividly, and the bedding on the bed even reflects the exquisite pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water.

"You should be able to talk about it now." Zhong Shuman said coldly.

Who knew that Zhang He sat down on the bed with a grin, beckoning: "There are some words that are not suitable for saying on the table." ”

Rao is Zhong Shuman has seen all kinds of big scenes, and she still can't help but feel hot at the moment, but her tone is still very cold: "Is it suitable to say in bed?" ”

When she said this, she finally blushed.

But Zhang He stopped talking, but squinted his eyes and nodded with a smile.

"Okay, I'll see what you have to say?" Zhong Shuman's courage was not blown out, and he sat next to Zhang He with a butt.

But she was wrong, Zhang He, this kid really dared to do anything, as soon as she sat down, Zhang He's hand was extremely dishonest on her waist, her waist was slender, and Ying Ying held it.

"You ......," Schumann Zhong exclaimed.

Zhang He hugged her at once, and then rolled on the bed and rolled into the quilt where the mandarin ducks were playing in the water.

At this clock, Schumann was not hot in the face, but his whole body was hot, and Zhang He was naturally the same, even the cold bedding was soaked in the body temperature of the two people, the red candle had been extinguished at some point, and the room was dark, leaving only a "rustling" sound that kept ringing......

But there are also a pair of eyes in the dark, which are not visible during the day, but appear very bright at night.

If you look closely, you can't help but feel creepy, because his whole body seems to be dissolved in darkness, he is darkness at all, only a pair of ghostly eyes are fluttering, and there is a bright light fluttering under the eyes, if you look closer, you will see that it is a sword, a sword that kills.

Now the sword floated in through the door of the room, and the tip of the sword was pointed straight at the large bed, and the people on the bed seemed to be immersed in the pleasures of men and women, and they were not aware of it.

In fact, anyone would not be aware of the outside world when he was doing something like Zhang He, because all his energy was focused on the person on the bed.

The sword stabbed down silently, this man in black knows how to kill and is very good at killing, although his technique is slower, he will never make a movement, and he will not make the person on the bed react.

There was a sound of "grabbing", like the sound of a woodpecker pecking at the wood, and the bedding really stopped squirming under the sword assassination.

Everything is going well, everything is normal, everything is going according to plan, but there is obviously something wrong with this sound, a veteran murderer can definitely hear it, even if it can't hear it, it must be felt.

Because the sword will never make such a sound after piercing the human body.

He swung out another sword, the futon was provoked, and then his hands and feet were cold, because under the futon should have been the corpses of Zhang He and Zhong Shuman**, but at some point it has become a pile of hangers, with a thread tied to the hanger, and as soon as the line is pulled, it naturally causes the wriggling feeling formed by the love of men and women on the surface of the futon.

A slight sigh sounded in the darkness: "I knew you couldn't hold your breath." ”

This is, of course, Jang He's voice.

As soon as the man in black turned around, he saw Zhang He sitting on the closet, the other end of the line against the wall and pinching his hand after turning around in a big circle, and Zhong Schumann had already lit the red candle.

This turned out to be a trap to invite you into the urn.

The man in black was almost cold from head to toe, and his whole body was shrouded in a huge sense of fear, so the hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble slightly, and Zhang He suddenly said: "I advise you not to move, I guarantee that you won't be able to run away if you move." ”

The man in black really didn't dare to move, Zhang He's words seemed to have a strange deterrent power, but this was not because of the words themselves, nor because of Zhang He's tone, but because the man in black only discovered one thing now, Zhang He's observation and insight were far sharper than he imagined.

Zhang He said at this time: "Don't be in a hurry to leave, because if you want to go, you must dodge the joint attack of the two of us, but as long as you fight back, I can see your own swordsmanship." ”

The man in black looked at Zhang He silently, his palms were already soaked in cold sweat, the sword he stabbed was a very ordinary green steel sword, the purpose of this was to avoid letting people see his own swordsmanship, but now facing strong opponents like Zhang He and Zhong Shuman, if you don't use your own swordsmanship to become famous, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get out.

But these are not the most important things, the most important thing is that Zhang He can actually know what he is thinking, which is the most terrifying point.

This intellectual and psychological sense of horror and horror was far more terrifying than the blow brought upon him by force, but now he did not dare to flee or speak, and was nailed to the spot like a nail.

(To be continued)