Chapter 8: The Art of Killing

His body shook violently, and a series of rapid low breaths penetrated into his ears, and the warm, viscous wet fluid slid across his face, and the pungent smell of blood rushed straight into his lungs......

The owner of the bed felt a little out of breath, and after trying to open his eyelids, he saw a horrific scene that he would never forget. A big bloody face was close at hand, and a young man in a bloody suit bent closer, and the dagger in his right hand was clinging to a small bright red bump, which was emitting a foul smell......

King Li's breathing stopped instantly, and after a while, he heard Qin Sixteen's whisper clearly, Lord Wang, there are assassins!

"I saw it!" said King Li in a hoarse voice, his mouth a little dry now.

Qin Sixteen was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a confused expression: "The two assassins are in my house, how did the prince see it?"

King Li was silent, he still hadn't sorted out the situation.

"Lord Wang?" the boy approached again.

"You were assassinated?" Avoiding the young man's blood-stained hands, King Li finally got up, "What about the guards guarding outside the king's bedroom?"

"I knocked me out. The young man had a natural expression, "I think this matter should be kept quiet, so I came to you directly!"

Only then did King Li remember that the young man in front of him was not only Sheng Xin's Void Heavenly Master, but also a young God Killer!

Stared at Qin Sixteen for a long time, and after confirming that the young man in front of him who had a fierce look in his eyes and looked like he was about to move with a murder weapon should not attack him, King Li asked tiredly: "Say, what's the matter?"

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Time went back a moment ago, and after experiencing three "deaths", Qin Sixteen finally figured out the attack and killing methods of the two assassins. When the window lattice of the bedroom made the first slight sound, Qin Sixteen, who was pretending to sleep, had already clenched the short dagger in his hand.

The light of the dagger and the dagger intersected in the flash of light that lit up the room, and the assassin's face was filled with surprise, but his speed did not slow down, and his left leg slammed into the edge of the bed, and he immediately retreated and disappeared from the door after missing the blow.

Qin Sixteen did not pursue, he continued to turn sideways, jumped up, avoided the two dark arrows flying from the top eaves, and quietly threw out a few slightly bulging oil paper packets in his hands, landed five inches in front of the bed, and dodged into the darkness.

There was silence in the room!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Poisonous arrows pierce the air and break the silence.

After a while, a muffled snort came from the corner of the house, as if someone was injured!

The assassin on the eaves entered the bedroom, and the killer outside the door rushed into the window, and the sound of breathing from the corner became heavier and heavier, and the owner of the bedroom seemed to be in danger......

The room was dusty, and the crossbow-wielding assassin mistakenly stepped on a small bag wrapped in ecstasy, and although there was a veil to protect his mouth and nose, the burning sensation of his eyes was still unbearable.

Seizing the momentary moment of the enemy's messy pace, the owner of the bedroom struck! The knife flashed, with a faint blood mark swept over the opponent's neck, killing him with a single sword!

The sound of falling to the ground lasted only a moment, and the silence fell again.

The sword-wielding assassin outside the window finally realized the difficulty of the target, the boy's first sword collision with him was to produce electric sparks, and the moment the room lit up was caught by his companion hiding in the eaves, and only after confirming that the ground was unobstructed did he jump down.

From the moment they appeared to the present, every step they took was in the calculations of the young man in the house, this kind of scheming, this kind of killing technique, it was simply appalling! Cold sweat kept dripping, although the sword-wielding assassin wanted to get out, but he couldn't move, at this moment, if he moved, he would die!

"Click, click!"

There was a crisp sound in the room, this was the boy playing with his trophies, an instantaneous repeater!

He was deliberately exposing his position, this was to use his body as bait to lure me out! The assassin's heart outside the window had already jumped to his throat, and he had completely fallen into the upper hand in the psychological battle with Qin Sixteen!

"Knock knock! knock knock! knock knock!"

"Your heart is beating so fast!" A whisper that seemed to be laughing came from his ears, and although the "click" sound in the room continued, the dagger in the young man's hand had already penetrated his heart and lungs through the window frame, and the blood gushed out quickly blocked his throat, and the sword-wielding assassin was unable to ask how the young man made the crossbow in the room sound by himself.

"There should be no one else. Lighting a short wax and tearing off the wet veil covering his face, Qin Sixteen dragged the assassin outside the window into the house, "The garrison of this palace is too poor, I have to talk to King Li!"

Not intending to wipe the blood stains on his body, Qin Sixteen closed the door and sneaked into the night of King Li's mansion.

"Click, click, click!"

The candlelight in the house flickered, and on the ground, a house mouse that was forcibly tied to a crossbow string struggled.

"Tsk!"

.......

"That's pretty much it, but the killer who came this time is quite powerful!" Hiding his resurrection ability, Qin Sixteen said his assassination experience lightly, "The body is still in the house, it doesn't look like it's from the Qin family, it should be hired from outside!"

Qin Changsong's obsession with Qin Sixteen was much deeper than he imagined, and King Li was also in a dilemma at the moment. Qin Sixteen was one of the key figures in the Li Rebellion of the Imperial Family, and many of the poor people and low-level sergeants in Sheng Xin were very superstitious, if Qin Sixteen could stand up and wave the flag for them at a critical moment, he would definitely be able to inspire the army and comfort the people.

But the existence of Qin Sixteen will attract the attention of the entire Heavenly Master Mansion Qin family to his side, and the assassination is still a trivial matter, in case some key actions of the Li family's rebellion are detected by the other party, it will not be a joke!

"You stay with me tonight, and I will arrange for you to leave tomorrow!" Although he was worried that Qin Sixteen would take the opportunity to escape, the King of Li at this moment had no other way, and he could still tell which was more important.

"Ahh

In the early morning of the second day, Liu An, who was sleeping soundly in the lower room, was woken up by the second housekeeper of the palace, and after learning that the master of heaven had been stabbed to death, this generous man cried bitterly on the spot.

He was born and died by Qin Sixteen's side, just for the ten taels of silver for the monthly money, but now that the master is dead, who is he looking for to settle the money! It seems that Liu An's actions have long been expected, and the second housekeeper then threw him a large plate, and the heavy fifty taels of silver ingots can fill Liu An's heart, and the honest smile returns to his big face melon seeds again!

However, Liu An was not the only one who left the Li Wang's Mansion that day, some of the doormen who had temporarily invited to strengthen the guards were also dismissed, and three large bags full of fishy smell were burned in the backyard, and the pungent gas surrounded the Li Wangfu for a whole day......

In the evening, more than ten light horsemen escorted a luxurious carriage out of the palace gate, and the lord of Duxue, who could not stand the stench of her home, left Tiansheng City with her attendants, and she decided to return to Wangliucheng in advance to worship her deceased mother.

Liu An has returned to his hometown of Weima Village, and all the guests who left have been investigated, and there is no problem. Qin Changsong, who closed his eyes and recuperated, nodded slightly, and motioned to the spy in front of him to continue, "Xiao Duxue's carriage is only her and the maid, and there is no room for a third person, and the accompanying cavalry are all rough men who don't see Qin Sixteen!"

"Are you really dead?" After listening to the spies' report, Qin Changsong suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze was like a torch, "Continue to monitor every move of the Li Palace, and you can't relax for a moment!"

"Yes!" the spy turned and left.

Outside the east gate of Tiansheng City, three miles away.

"County Lord, I can't hold on anymore, let me come up!"

"No, my father said that you must be ten miles out of the city before you can be released!"

"I really can't do it, my hands are about to be dislocated!"

"You lied, my father said that your martial arts are extremely high, and you can be ranked among the first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, how can you not stand this kind of journey, I think you must want to take the opportunity to escape!"

"Yes, miss, don't let him up!"

“.......”

His hands and feet were tied to the bottom of the carriage, and the whole person hung upside down against the bottom of the carriage, just like this, eating soil and drinking sand all the way, Qin Sixteen left his birthplace Tiansheng City for the first time in his life.

But his hand was really dislocated......