The horses' march and whizz past would have woken the villagers from their dreams had it not been for the heavy rain and thunder outside.

Since many years ago, Ye Zhiqiu has always maintained a keen vigilance, otherwise he would not have survived to this day, and now, he not only has to take care of himself, but also to ensure the safety of his daughter.

Therefore, even if he sensed that what was happening outside was extraordinary, he only chose to jump behind the idol and hide himself in the first place.

The wind and thunder surged, and the river surface stirred up stormy waves, like countless unjustly killed ghosts kept crying, and the sound was extremely terrifying and terrifying.

At this time, there was a faint conversation between two people from outside, and Ye Zhiqiu could hear that it should be two middle-aged men, with a northern accent.

"Brother, I don't know what's crazy about it, such a heavy rain still makes the brothers run out, isn't it just a group of lambs to be slaughtered, as long as you give us a meal, it's not hand-to-hand...... Afraid, afraid, afraid...... I don't understand, we have horses and knives in our hands, what are we afraid of, no one has ever taken care of this place anyway......" A slightly younger man said as he complained, it was obvious that they were on a mission, but he was also very annoyed about going out in such a "ghost weather".

"I said that you kid understands a fart, the above meaning naturally has the above truth, our brothers lick blood on the knife every day, they are different, these things are done now...... Hey, the more careful you are, the better, do you think that's a good thing?" the other one seems to be older, and naturally speaks and thinks things more calmly.

"Brother, don't you say that all the arrangements are in order?" ...... the man asked again.

"Fart, even if this thing is arranged above, can you believe it? Tell you, it's hurtful to do this, if someone finds out one day, the first person to move will be you and me......! Hey...... Since ancient times, it has been said that the soldiers and bandits are a family, and he ...... Mother...... , can it be spread on our masters......" The more stable man seemed to be quite annoyed, and couldn't help but scold.

"Brother, do you want to ...... Let's run away with our brothers! There is always a place for us in the world, why bother to do such a thing for them, if it turns out one day, it will be our people who will carry the black pot......"

"Brother, do you think it's that easy?" the man lowered his voice, as if he was extremely careful about something.

"With the way our lord acts, he will never let us out without making a second plan, I think this area must have been arranged a long time ago, hey, if it weren't for the lives of my brothers, I'd rather ...... Forget it, what's the use of talking so much, the arrows are all shot out, how can you take them back!"

Ye Zhiqiu listened carefully to the conversation between the two people in secret, although not all of them were real, but he also listened to a rough idea, but he didn't expect that on such a rainy night, someone would carefully arrange a terrifying "big operation", but the conversation between the two was extra careful, and did not directly mention what the goal of this "operation" was.

However, when the two of them talked about this matter, not only did they not have any joy in their tones, but they were quite disgusted, and they used words like "hurting heaven and reason", which means that what they are going to do tonight is not a glorious thing, otherwise they would not even be able to say the same thing to themselves, but the person who assigned them the task should be an extremely powerful character, so that they dare not flee at will.

Ye Zhiqiu hugged Xiao Lai tighter with one hand, frowned tightly, and held the broken sword tighter with the other hand.

He suppressed his breathing, after all, he didn't dare to take too much risk with his small life

, so I was afraid that the two would hear their voices.

The two of them never entered the temple, probably just standing under the eaves outside, sheltering from the rain, while waiting for the horse team to return with the "fruits of victory".

......

The sky, as if turned into a huge funnel.

The rain fell one after another, like teardrops condensed into pearls, and then fell to the ground, and shattered into countless smaller teardrops.

The wind is howling on the water.

The thunder rolled, like a divine dragon stirring the heavens and the earth, and let out a roar of boundless divine power.

Outside the southern city are narrow streets, flanked by low-slung houses, inhabited by the most modest fishermen, who feed their poor families with their own hands and hard work.

They have no better way out, they can only rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, rely on the water to eat the water, here near the river, they rely on the river for a living, so they have always had a unique awe for the river and the statues of the gods enshrined in the temple.

Of course, in addition to praying for them to live a little richer, the most important hope is only good health and the safety of the family.

Although it is also located in Lin'an, it seems to be a forgotten place in this prosperous capital, and even Lin'an Mansion, which is in charge of all aspects of Lin'an, rarely remembers that there is such a place in its jurisdiction.

It is such a corner, but it is the place where hundreds of people live.

No matter how heavy the rain was outside and how loud the thunder was, everyone slept soundly in this slum-like place, because no more boating meant no worries.

However, the sound of horses' hooves disturbed the silence, and as you walked through the muddy streets of the alleys, you could see countless horseshoe prints as long as you waited until dawn.

The horse team roared like a gust of wind on a rainy night, like a black cloud, enveloping the village for a moment.

The horse team stopped neatly in front of a narrow long street, and the men on the horses dressed in black were all masked, and looked like a person, and they stared coldly at the quiet little house in front of them, as if they were staring at a dead thing, but with an extremely cold and excited brilliance.

Then there was a neat "click", and the short but powerful crossbow bolts were on the machine, and there were no superfluous movements, everything was so simple and effective.

Soon, the bolts were shot like countless flying locusts into the quiet huts, piercing through the windows, doors, and even the adobe walls.

There were only a few dull sounds in the room, and then there was an endless silence.

The silence at the moment looks even more terrifying and creepy than before.

Then a shrill whistle sounded from the middle of the caravan, and then everyone drew their sabers from their waists, and the reins were pulled tight, and they rushed like a tornado towards the dilapidated houses.

Blood flowed out of the small houses, like a long-suppressed cry, finally released in a very special way.

After a whole night of "busyness", a team of more than a hundred horses returned with a full load, each of them carrying a few bags wrapped in coarse cloth, hanging on horseback, coming quietly and leaving quietly.

The rain was still falling, and they were like uninvited guests in the wind and rain, coming in the night and quickly receding before dawn.

The bright red blood that flowed out of the cracks in the doors and the eaves of the windows, washed by the rain incessantly, turned into tiny trickles, and perhaps poured into the river after the real dawn, and everything that happened here was like a sudden nightmare, swallowed like a tide

life, and with cruelty.

......

Ye Zhiqiu was behind the statue, listening to the horse team rushing away, and even the two people who had been sheltering from the rain under the eaves also walked together, only the sound of rain was left outside the temple, and the group of people came and went without a trace, like a gust of wind blowing through the grass.

He hugged his daughter and fell to the ground again, Xiaolai turned over, but did not open his eyes, he smiled, thinking that this little girl has no other ability, but she has practiced a peaceful ability with herself in the perennial bumpy career, no matter how bad the environment is, she can always sleep peacefully in her arms.

Ye Zhiqiu was still a little hesitant, not knowing if those people had really left, so he didn't rush to do anything, just listened quietly.

The sound of the rain outside was much quieter, and a glimmer of light shone in through the window above the temple, indicating that the rain was about to stop and the sky was about to dawn.

Ye Zhiqiu settled down, hugged Xiaolai and sat on the futon in front of the statue again, he needed to sort out his thoughts for this night, and at the same time, he still planned to let Xiaolai sleep this good night.

The fire had been extinguished by the futon, and there was no temperature, but he didn't feel that cold, because the night was really unpeaceful, and he was ready for someone to walk in and shoot at any time, but those people didn't come in.

The worn-out sword beside him hadn't been unsheathed for a long time, and he wondered if it was really rusty as it looked.

He gasped faintly, his eyes were a little bright starlight, stretched out a palm, carefully looked at the clear lines on it, those thin and shallow lines were once stained with blood, thinking back to everything before, it seemed like yesterday, but today, he actually couldn't retreat with full of doubt, this is not like his character.

Then, Ye Zhiqiu lowered her head slightly, looking at the little face that slept extremely peacefully, she was full of novelty about everything as long as she was awake, her age was the purest time in the world, so from the day she met her, she was willing to let the former fast sword rust.

And only he knows that the fast sword that was once used to kill people is not really rusty, but hidden in his heart, and now he will not make a move for anything outside his body, from now on, he has only two purposes for living, to protect Xiaolai and grow up safely, and to repay the benefactor.

Until the sky was completely bright, there was no sound outside, and the rain did not know when it had completely stopped, and a ray of sunlight shone in, shining in front of the steps of the temple, shining a long bright and dazzling trace, floating dust drifting in the world of light, like countless beating elves.

At this time, Xiaolai finally woke up, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she smiled, because as long as she could see "Lao Ye" still by her side every morning, she was extremely happy.

"Lao Ye, haven't you slept all night, your eyes are bloodshot!~"

Ye Zhiqiu smiled and didn't speak.

Xiaolai stretched out a pair of small hands, stretched hard, and then jumped up from Ye Zhiqiu's arms as soon as he turned over.

She grabbed Ye Zhiqiu's arm, rubbed it gently, and said, "Was it numb by me?"

Ye Zhiqiu rubbed it like she scratched itchy, pursed her lips and smiled: "Yes, someone doesn't seem to be tall, but I don't know if he's fat again?"

He deliberately stretched the tail note very long, causing Xiaolai to laugh "hehe".

After laughing, Ye Zhiqiu said: "Let's go, the rain outside has stopped, we have been stuffy all night, it's time to go out and breathe some fresh air......"

He frowned slightly, wondering what he would see when he walked out of this door.

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