Chapter 11: Interrogation in the Night

In the dark and dead night sky, the air was frozen by a huge cold, and all the sounds were frozen. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info except for the sharp ghost-like, the wind howling from time to time, and a dead silence on the thousands of miles of wilderness.

The boundless snow seems to come from the heavenly clouds, enveloping the earth. The sound of rapid footsteps grew louder and louder, rapid and rhythmic, and the planks creaked and creaked.

When a dozen middle-aged men woke up, their chests felt like they had been smashed by boulders, and they struggled twice, trying to stand up, but they were tied up solidly, wiping the blood from the corners of their mouths, swallowing the residual smell of blood in their throats, and looking at the world shrouded in darkness around them with a pair of frightened eyes.

The creaking of the wooden planks at the staircase, the frightened eyes staring at the doorway, and the thought of the ghostly scene during the day made me feel creepy.

"Squeak!"

The door of this house was pushed open, and a figure stood at the door, sneering, the slender figure, stretched by the moonlight.

"Knock--"

In the quiet inn, the low and muffled sound diffused in the air, and the whole room was filled with a calm atmosphere, and in the dim darkness that could not be seen clearly, it was like death was taking steps, and the temperature around it was dropping at an imperceptible rate.

"Oops......" A voice with indescribable surprise came out of the figure's mouth, "Haven't you slept yet?"

The moonlight was like mercury, sprinkled in the room, through the moonlight, faintly showing the outline of this person, long black and bright hair, floating in the air, fair and delicate face, black eyes, with a bright smile on his face, the young man in front of him, decorated with this heroic smile as charming as the stars in the sky.

"I want to know what your purpose is?" Zhao Haochen stood in the night light, lit a kerosene lamp, walked up to a person, and smiled.

Dead silence filled the room.

"It makes me a little ...... I'm not happy!"

With the help of the boundless murderous aura released by the sword during the day, according to what he learned in class, he chose such a cold and howling night, and there was no need to kill again, and people's psychological defense line would often collapse.

"Lao Tzu's psychology has finally come in handy!"

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Haochen felt a burst of pride in his heart, but his face was still like that.

Slowly walked in step by step, and when he walked to a middle-aged man, he turned his head slightly, his face was expressionless, no, it should be said that with a trace of coldness, there was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, he tilted his head slightly, and looked at the person in front of him, "You come!"

The man's frightened eyes widened, and he wanted to say something, but it was like a knot in his tongue, and he couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

Zhao Haochen laughed in his heart, feeling a burst of relief, "I can't imagine that I, Zhao Haochen, also have such a majestic time!hahaha!"

Smiling, maintaining this bright smile, Zhao Haochen's hand was lightly placed on his waist.

"Whew--"

The sound of the sword unsheathed echoed in everyone's ears, and the cold moonlight shone through the window and sprinkled on the sword, and the cold light magnified and magnified in the pupils...... Death beckons to everyone.

"I--I don't know--I really don't know!" Bean-sized beads of sweat dripped on the ground, and the two pushes kept kicking back, and Zhao Haochen's footsteps were the death talisman of death, and the dull voice echoed......

"I really don't know!" a yellow and white thing drenched and filled the room.

Zhao Haochen frowned, slowly glanced at the others, and finally fixed his gaze on the man in black in the lead.

"Can you talk about it?" Zhao Haochen squatted in front of this person, a pair of curious eyes flickering, very serious.

"There are more than a dozen sword cultivators, and they are all fourteen or fifteen years old, I don't know why you are arresting them?"

The burning gaze revealed a hint of firmness, and then added, "You can give me the answer I want!"

The middle-aged man shrank into the corner, his face was frightened, a ghostly light, with a cold light shining into his eyes, instantly boundless Russian fear spread in his disgusting head, a moonlight, shining down from above, clearly reflected on his face, it looked as if he had seen a devouring demon.

"This ...... The ...... shrunk into the corner, but it kept squirming backwards.

The cold sword shone in the cold night, cold, dead silent, slowly beckoning to him.

"Don't say it!" Sen Han's smile, the cold night, and the whistling wind made the room even more eerie, "Okay, then I'll find it myself!"

grabbed it, the cold long sword, flashing with a ghostly light, was on his neck, the cold sword body made his body twitch uncontrollably, and the cold sword light made him tremble constantly.

Enduring the influence of the yellow and white things in this room, frowning, covering his nose, turning over and over on the middle-aged man in the lead, a bright scroll flashed in front of him.

The moonlight was obscured by the incoming black clouds, and only a faint halo of dark light shone from behind the thick clouds. The wind swayed on the high treetops, making a slow rustling sound, like a desert-like sea of trees moving overhead, setting off the dead cold winter night.

A dark shadow stood behind Zhao Haochen, quietly, without a trace of sound.

Dead!

The middle-aged man's face in front of him had some distorted horror, every inch of skin, every blood vessel was trembling, his eyes showed great fear, and the fear in his heart was rolling wildly, stirring, impacting every part of his body, weird and eerie.

"Are you so scared? Am I that scary?" Zhao Haochen smiled brightly, tilted his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the person in front of him, the breath of sunshine burst out, and it had nothing to do with the killing machine at all.

"You--"

The soul of the sword was agitated, Zhao Haochen's head ached, he held his head, just turned around, and saw a figure standing leisurely behind him, and as soon as he spoke, he fainted.

The man in black withdrew his palm, glanced at the group of people who were bound, sneered, the cold light flashed, and disappeared, and more than a dozen middle-aged men threw away the ropes that bound their bodies in a panic, tiptoed past Zhao Haochen, and disappeared into the darkness.

The snow was blowing heavily, obscuring all traces, and the cold wind that swept the remnants of ice and snow howled.