It's raining again.

The rain is not big, but it is very fine and dense, like the stitches sewn by the most exquisite embroidery lady in the capital, lingering sorrow, shrouding the huge Jinghua.

The smoke and rain are like silk, like the sorrow of the chaos in the bottom of people's hearts, which cannot be torn apart, cut constantly, and sorrowful.

It makes the long street a little cold and lonely.

The cold man in Tsing Yi, who drank soy milk, had to squat under the eaves, holding an umbrella in one hand and a bowl of soy milk in the other.

It's weird.

Because in such rain, there are people doing business on the street.

It is not uncommon to do business in the rain, but what is rare is that in less than three or two breaths of time on an empty long street, there is an extra market that is not big or small, and the vendors seem to be suddenly crowded in from all directions, and then sell and sell in the rain.

They carry all kinds of umbrellas.

Su Qing didn't know why he was a little scared, so much so that he had to retreat under the eaves and stick to the wall, because he was really worried, worried that at some point, those overwhelming hidden weapons would come at him.

Leaning against the wall, if necessary, maybe he can hide.

It's all extra people on this street.

Three days ago he had not counted them, but now that he saw him again, his heart was shaken, except for him, he went to the dead beggar, and on this street he had seen thirty-nine people, some of whom were knife sharpeners, some of whom were selling tofu, some of whom were selling sugar gourds, and some of whom were selling dates, and they might be hawkers, or they might be passing by, or they might be buying vegetables and selling vegetables.

Are all killers?

Su Qing only felt that his head was big for a while, and there were so many people on the surface, and he secretly didn't know if there were still people hidden.

So he was a little surprised, and he was also a little afraid, Xu was a thief, and he was afraid that this group of people would deal with him in the future.

Su Qing suddenly found that he had underestimated this killer organization.

A force that dominates the rivers and lakes, but can kill and seize both black and white, how can there only be a little bit of sporadic outline on the bright side, not to mention that the one who kills is still the head of the court, I am afraid that even the people in the court who don't know how many black stones are hidden, secretly monitoring every move of hundreds of officials.

But it doesn't matter, because today's killers in the dark and bright places in the capital will come out, for the remains of Rama, the "Wheel King" is bound to exert his strength, and it seems that this mansion is not simple, otherwise, how can these people only dare to surround the outside, and dare not attack and kill, there are either masters inside, or there are ambushes, or both.

Therefore, these people are in order to drag, defend, and then wait for the hard hand in the black stone to come and deal with that master.

It seems that the three major killers are about to show up.

It's a fierce battle.

Su Qing thought in his heart, and glanced at the market again, in the blink of an eye, there was one more person, one more swarthy young man in a cloth jacket licking sugar gourds.

was looking, but his vision was blocked by a person, it was a soy milk vendor, a pair of rough hands rubbed crampedly and said embarrassedly: "This guest officer, I'm really embarrassed, it's raining heavily, I'm going to close the stall!" ”

Su Qing looked at him and smiled, drank the remaining half bowl of soy milk in one gulp, took out a few copper plates, handed the bowl back, and then stood up with an umbrella, dusted off his clothes, and walked back.

Today's song hasn't been sung yet, and he doesn't like to wait for those three people in the rain, he has always liked to wait for people, not to wait for people.

What's more, after today, I'm afraid that there will be one less of the three major killers, and when the time comes, he won't need to hide, or, wait for the opportunity, secretly gather forces, and wait for them to lose both, and then wipe them out.

Su Qing pursed his lips and smiled, stepped on the stone bridge with an umbrella, and disappeared into the smoke and rain of Beijing.

The rain seemed to fall longer than before, lonely and monotonous from early morning to evening, and then to night, the drizzle did not stop, dripping, rippling on the river, and the extra market in front of Zhang's house was still there, the beggar in the corner was gone, and even the dirty, smelly and sour bedding under him was gone.

Many of them are already dead people, so no one cares if they are alive, and no one cares when they die.

Big night.

When a man wearing a colorful cloak and a hat came to the end of the long street, these vendors suddenly changed their appearance, their expressions became cold, their eyes became gloomy, they covered their faces, hid their faces, and then stood quietly in the rain.

There was not only one, but also a woman, dressed in a black cloak, carrying a thin and thin sword, even the scabbard seemed to be thinner than usual, and the hilt of the sword shimmered with silver light, which was more dazzling than the cold.

She carried a rain hat, and the edge of the hat was pressed very low, but only half of her face, and she could feel the breath of the unapproachable people on her body, which was gloomy like an ice lump.

Finally, it's Lei Bin.

The three major killers of Blackstone, Lianlian, Drizzle, and Lei Bin, are all together.

No, there's another person.

The man was dressed in a plain white robe, holding an umbrella, carrying a sword, and walked slowly from the stone bridge, the bell on his wrist was jingled by the night wind, and his face was very clean, and his hair was tied at will, as clean as the first snow in winter.

When they got closer, a face appeared under the umbrella, a face painted with makeup, and a pair of clear and smiling eyes.

"Looks like the time is just right!"

Lei Bin frowned.

"Singer, you're late again!"

Su Qing said casually and lazily: "The process is not important, just achieve the result!" ”

"Don't waste any more time, do it!"

The drizzle, who had never opened his mouth, suddenly spoke, and his tone was gloomy and cold, like a ruthless and desireless wood, and the listener was a little uncomfortable.

The colorful opera master in the colorful cloak looked at Su Qing a few more times, and among the black stones, there were few people who dared to talk to Lei Bin like this.

"Then, let's kill!"

"Kill!"

Eerie, cold and deep voice rose sharply, like an order, and immediately saw that in the rain curtain that was blowing one after another, dozens of black shadows scattered like ghosts, or rushing to run, or jumping and jumping, or climbing or climbing, or flying up, the moment the words started and fell, everyone had climbed the high wall of the mansion and swept into the "Zhang Mansion".

"If you don't leave chickens and dogs, you won't be killed!"

Another order.

Dozens of black shadows had already rushed towards all directions of Zhang's mansion, and the water splashed under their feet.

But the one who screamed first was the Blackstone Killer.

They had barely gone far with their front feet, and on their back feet, the sound of bowstrings vibrating in the darkness.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

……

Clusters of cold arrows, breaking through the wind and rain, came towards their group of uninvited guests, and in the screams, more than a dozen poignant blood flowers exploded in the rainy night.

"Kill!"

Hearing the "Zheng Zheng Zheng" sound again and again, dozens of bright blades were lit up in the night rain, and the sound of sudden footsteps came from everywhere, faster than the rain.

It seems that Zhang Hairui was really prepared.

"What are you waiting for? Kill! ”

"Haha!"

With a sharp laugh, the actor poked out his hands from the cloak, holding two knives, and the fire came out of the knife, he shook and threw it, and the flames soared in the air, but anyone who was stained with it burned to death, and the cold rain was difficult to extinguish.

Lei Bin is nicknamed "Divine Needle", he issued a flying needle, and the weapon in his hand is also a needle, a pair of slender and slender thorns with a length of two feet, like two life-killing needles, killing people and killing the enemy.

As for the drizzle, it was the first to break the enemy, and there was no trace of it.

Glancing at the little sword wound on the chest of the corpse on the ground, Su Qing couldn't help but be speechless. "All of them are so powerful, I'm a little embarrassed to be ugly!"

"Whoosh!"

In front of him, there was another sound of breaking the air, and an arrow was fired.

Su Qing sighed quietly, tilted his head slightly, and kept walking under his feet, but in the night rain, he saw a touch of sword light, like a pool of cold autumn water pulled out of the sheath half, and flew over the neck of the archer.

"Poof!"

The sword light was only half out, and it went back again, and the scabbard was not taken off.

Su Qing held an umbrella and raised his sword to pass over the man, and walked slowly towards the depths of Zhang's mansion.

"Plop!"

It was only after five or six paces that the sound of the corpse falling to the ground was heard behind him.