"Father!!"

"Xianggong!!"

At this moment, the crowd shouted one after another, looking at Pan An expectantly, and only needed to hand over the letter to survive...... Why don't you fight for it, no one wants to be a dead soul under the knife.

Pan An finally realized what a catastrophe was coming at this moment, and flew separately......

In the past, when they were rich and powerful, these people tried their best to trick themselves, but now they are eager to push him out so that they can live.

"Hehe......" Pan An smiled self-deprecatingly, realizing that his failure as a person was not good.

"Okay, I promise."

Song Jiayao actually didn't have much hope for this selfish person, but now she heard that he was willing to make concessions and compromises for the sake of these wives and concubines and children, which made her have to be impressed, at least not to destroy her conscience.

"Get up, go!!" Zhang San ordered, and then kicked him unceremoniously.

Pan An patted the dust on the hem of the brocade robe, then straightened his chest and walked forward dignifiedly, even though he still had a long sword around his neck at the moment.

Song Jiayao led Tong Zhen to walk at the back, and behind her was Hanyu as a guard, and Hanyu's subordinates pressed Pan An's family to follow on both sides, and the group of people soon came to Pan An's residence.

Song Jiayao looked up at the vermilion gate in front of her, and couldn't help but be stunned, the luxurious posture of this façade was no less than that of their court officials.

On the left and right sides is a lion delicately carved out of marble, this lion is beautiful and beautiful, like a guardian spirit, guarding it from any evil ways.

The plaque made of 10,000-year-old mahogany on the vermilion gate is very dazzling and bright, giving people the feeling of an upstart, and there are tall red lanterns hanging on both sides, which seems to have been celebrated not long ago.

Han Yu motioned for his subordinates behind him to step forward and open the door, and Zhang San also let go of his long sword at this moment and pushed him forward.

"Don't do tricks behind your back, or you'll ......," Zhang San put the long sword back into the scabbard, and then raised his right hand to make a motion to wipe his neck.

Song Jiayao gave him a blank look, this Pan An had long been ignorant of life and death, but ...... Whether it will cooperate obediently or not, that's really hard to say.

"Where's the stuff?" Song Jiayao asked, so as not to have too many dreams at night and change in vain.

"Study." Pan An pointed to the house not far away.

"Go, you lead the way." Zhang San ordered, suppressed his hands with his backhand, and escorted him to his destination.

Song Jiayao originally wanted to push open the door of the study, but was stopped by Zhang San, "Miss, be careful of the deceit." ”

"Sneer......"

"If I really have the intention to harm you, do you think it will be so blatant......" Pan An sarcastically said, he is now all a fish and meat, what can he be arrogant......

Song Jiayao didn't say anything, and calmly pushed the door open, Zhang San's worried poisonous gas, poisonous arrows, etc., did not appear, and it was really a study inside.

There were several landscape oil paintings from famous painters hanging on the walls, and the bookshelves on both sides were also filled with dense books, which made Song Jiayao completely unimaginable that a hooligan would be so elegant.

Suddenly, the name on this oil painting attracted Song Jiayao's attention, this painter rarely paints people, and almost all of the paintings he made are circulated among the children of major official families or the children of the palace, how could it flow here?

Could it be that this is imitated by folk masters?

"This young lady, this painting is very precious, don't break it." Pan An's Yin Yang Strange Qi Dao.

Zhang San kicked him directly, and said indifferently: "You are really bold enough, you dare to talk to our young lady in this tone." ”

Song Jiayao has a black line on her face at the moment, can Zhang San be low-key?

"These paintings? Where do you come from? Song Jiayao asked, she went through all the oil paintings on the wall, and found that they were all from this court painter.

"This? Someone else gave it, anyway, every time we bring the swallow to Beijing, after a while, he will send such a painting, my wife thinks it looks good, said that we can be more elegant, this is how to hang. Pan An said frankly, Song Jiayao couldn't see the slightest lie from his eyes.

"What about the letters?" Song Jiayao changed the topic and said, there is a brazier next to the desk, it seems that he said that every time he reads the letter, it will be burned is not false.

It's just that everyone is afraid of the East Window incident, at least Pan An himself has paid more attention and left some of the letters, but on the flip side, Pan An also feels that the people behind the scenes are not reliable.

Pan An calmly walked to the bookcase where he was used to sitting and sat down, raised his right hand and put it on the inkstone, turned to the right with a little force, and the wall behind the bookcase was instantly opened.

Everyone was so blinded by the glitter of gold inside that they couldn't open their eyes, how much money did this person loot in private!!

Song Jiayao was also frightened by Pan An's private treasury, this person's money is actually more than her official lady, this is still reasonable!!

Pan An ignored their surprise and walked in, anyway, what he had done had been exposed, and his subordinates had been dealt with completely, and the money he had collected here would be discovered by them sooner or later.

In an inconspicuous compartment, the wooden box containing the letters was taken out and placed on the bookcase.

"Everything I kept is here......"

Song Jiayao stepped forward quickly, opened the wooden box, and took out the letters inside to read carefully.

These letters are nothing more than when to send money and how many swallows' heads will be handed over next time......

Of course, this person is very cautious, the location of each transaction is different, and the most important thing is that the amount he asks for is greatly increased every time, is this home remedy really so easy to use?

"Got a clue?" Hanyu asked.

Song Jiayao shook her head, she hadn't had much contact with other official children before her body was reborn, and when she saw the handwriting of these letters, she really couldn't match the number at once.

"Zhang San, put it away." Song Jiayao ordered, this might be useful to Nangong Jin.

"Hanyu, let people go......"

Only then did Han Yu raise his hands and pat, and the long swords resting on the necks of these innocent women and Pan An's children were all put down.

Song Jiayao took Tong Zhen's little hand and lifted her feet to leave the room, as for Pan An's fate, let Han Yu deal with it.

"Bang!!" After Song Jiayao and the group left, the door of the study was slammed shut, Song Jiayao looked back reflexively, and then saw that the window paper was full of snow traces.

"You guys are!!" Song Jiayao said angrily, and was about to reprimand Han Yu for being too much, only to find that Han Yu and his subordinates were outside at the moment.

So......

The only person who did all these cruel and bloody things was Pan An, who was locked inside!!

"You two go open it!!" Song Jiayao was shocked, did this person slaughter all his female dependents and his own flesh and blood!!

Zhang San immediately used his long sword to split the door, and the oncoming smell of xue made Song Jiayao and Tong Zhen immediately cover their noses and mouths, so as not to vomit on the spot.

The room was a blur of flesh, full of stumps and broken legs who didn't know who, and heads who didn't know who, these people didn't even have time to scream, so they were sent to the Yellow Springs Road by Pan An.

And Pan An's face was full of blood at the moment, and the long sword held in his right hand was constantly dripping with bright red xue at this moment, like a night Shura bathed in blood, which was both hideous and terrifying.

"Haha...... It's all dead, it's all dead!! Pan An said hideously, smiling wildly at the roof, as if enchanted.

"Maniac!!" Song Jiayao complained in her heart, it's just crazy!!

Tiger poison does not eat children...... This Pan An directly killed his children and relatives, which is simply too hateful!!

"It's all dead, so you won't be lonely...... Pan An said frantically, then put the long sword to his neck and killed himself.

Song Jiayao didn't expect Pan An to finally choose to commit suicide, why is this person so contradictory, he could have let his wife and concubines and children live, but now he slaughtered them all under his long sword.

"Hanyu, go deal with it." Song Jiayao said helplessly, otherwise they would probably be regarded as murderers.

Song Jiayao took Tong Zhen back to the post station, but Tong Zhen hadn't been able to come out of the shadow of Pan An's massacre of his family at the moment, and he didn't even know when he would return to the room.

Song Jiayao didn't shake him and let him come out of the cruel scene that he had just experienced as if he had experienced a massacre, after all, these things were too random and didn't happen, so you were lucky.

If you encounter it, it can only be regarded as a grind......

"Come back to your senses......" Song Jiayao stretched out her right hand and shook it vigorously in front of him.

"Miss......" Tong Zhen said slowly.

"Don't think about it......" Song Jiayao touched his head and said, this matter should be over, but where should this child go?

"But...... Why is this so, a father can actually do it? Tong Zhen was puzzled.

Song Jiayao didn't know what to say at the moment, because even she felt that Pan An's approach was too cruel, it was simply madness, but everyone was dead, what was the use of her commenting on it?

"He may be emotionally lacking, because a lot of people love their children, you see, your parents aren't they? Even if they die, they will protect you. ”

"So, stop dwelling on these things and be happy." Song Jiayao comforted that Tong Zhen also felt tired at the moment, and he was supposed to have a happy day, but he was assassinated again and again, and finally witnessed the tragedy......

"Well, I'm sorry, Miss......"

"I still want you to take care of me......" Tong Zhen said apologetically, and then lay down on the bed.

Song Jiayao didn't talk to him again, but she heard an intermittent choking sound, and it took about half a pillar of incense before the choking sound stopped.

Song Jiayao got up and wanted to cover Tong Zhen with the quilt, but found that his face was full of tears, and of course, even his back was soaked.

In desperation, Song Jiayao summoned Zhang San and asked him to purchase a few clothes suitable for Tong Zhen to change for him.

"Miss, do you have something on your mind?" Zhang San, who came out after changing Tong Zhen's clothes, asked.

"yes...... You say, we have other things to do, so where should Tong Zhen go? Song Jiayao asked, and the bright moonlight outside the corridor shone on her face, revealing her sorrow one by one.