Chapter Forty-Eight: The Killer Strikes

The village is not large, with no more than 10 families in total, and the houses are gathered together, and it will not take long to run the whole village.

But, what about Luo Zhentian?

Luo An'an was really crazy, standing on the village path and looking around.

The driver's quiet death shows that the other party's means of killing people are very clever, and it is very likely that he is that kind of professional killer.

Then, could Luo Zhentian have already been killed?

Could he be dying quietly like a coachman, lying somewhere at the moment, watching her?

The more he thought about it, the more cold he became, Luo Anan stood in place and kept looking around, but he didn't know where he was going to go next.

At this moment, a soft call came from a private house, "An'er! This way! ”

Luo An'an was stunned for a moment, looked over through the moonlight, and saw a small crack in the wooden door of a private house, and Luo Zhentian was greeting himself from that small crack.

Seeing this, Luo An'an immediately ran over.

The wooden door opened a little more, Luo An'an entered sideways, and the wooden door quickly closed again.

"Daddy!" Luo Anan grabbed Luo Zhentian's arms with both hands, looked him up and down before asking, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, what about you? Why not wait in the carriage? Luo Zhentian deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of being heard by someone.

Luo Anan frowned, thinking of the coachman's eyes, he couldn't help but tremble, "Dead, dead." ”

"What? Is there anything wrong with you? Luo Zhentian hurriedly checked Luo Anlai, like that, he was really worried about her, "Why did this hand break?" Knee also broken......"

Warmed by Luo Zhentian's concerned appearance, Luo An'an's eyes turned red, and he hurriedly shook his head, "It's okay, it's okay, I didn't see the person who killed the driver, I fell by myself when I ran in just now, I'm fine." ”

"Oh, it's fine." Luo Zhentian breathed a sigh of relief, and on the side, a woman handed over a glass of water, "The tea is thick, but it can warm your body." ”

Luo An'an was stunned for a moment, thinking that the woman saw that she was trembling all over, thinking that she was feeling cold, so she took it with both hands and thanked her.

"This is your Sanniang." Luo Zhentian opened his mouth like this, which can be regarded as giving this woman an identity, and when he heard him say this, the woman couldn't help but be stunned, and then looked shy.

Luo An'an also smiled slightly, "Sanniang." ”

And bored that Luo An'an would be so kind, the woman nodded embarrassedly.

At this time, a young man came out of the inner room, thirteen or fourteen years old, with facial features very similar to that woman, but there was a bit of Luo Zhentian's charm between his eyebrows.

"This is your brother, Luo Yichuan."

Luo Zhentian introduced softly, Luo An'an didn't have time to speak, but the kid smiled brightly at Luo An'an, "Sister." ”

Infected by his smile, Luo Anan also smiled, lowered his head and took a sip of tea, and the slightly hot water flowed into his chest, which was really much more comfortable.

Taking a deep breath and putting the teacup on the table beside him, Luo An'an spoke, "Dad, it's not appropriate to ......stay here for a long time" Before he finished speaking, a fight suddenly sounded outside the door.

The heart that had just been relieved instantly jumped wildly, Luo An took a few steps back, sensing her fear, Luo Zhentian blocked in front of her, "An'er is not afraid, there is a father." ”

Luo Yichuan also followed, stood beside Luo Zhentian, and smiled at Luo An'an, "The eldest sister is not afraid, the third brother will protect you." ”

The words were so heartwarming, but Luo Anan didn't have time to be moved.

With a loud bang, a figure slammed open the wooden door and rushed into the house, slamming heavily on the ground, spitting blood all over the ground......