Кровавое убийство - Глава 26
"Go back now, we've arrived at my house." I said to Sang Man with a smile—I was afraid of his seriousness. "Look, you can already see my yard, it's just a few more steps away."
“But the Lord has instructed that you must be watched to enter safely.” His taut cheeks clearly showed hesitation.
"I'm not a three-year-old, do you think I'd get lost?" I barely managed to suppress a laugh—I was truly exasperated by him. Sometimes I really wanted to open his head and see what was inside. He carried out his master's instructions thoroughly—despite his deep reluctance.
"Alright then, Young Master Ye, please." He bowed to me with a sigh of relief, then turned and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Tsk, this guy talks a good game, acting like he's so reluctant to leave, but when it comes to actually leaving, he runs faster than a rabbit—it seems he's more than just averse to having him pick me up! Watching his figure quickly disappear from my sight, I burst out laughing—he's really adorably naive. Thinking back to how his eyes widened in surprise when I deliberately asked him to take me, I couldn't help but laugh out loud again.
Humming a tune, I stepped into the courtyard with a cheerful expression—something was off, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it. But there was a familiar, faint smell of blood in the air around me.
My smile froze on my face as I saw a pair of feet—a pair of feet belonging to a man wearing black cloth shoes. I stopped and slowly bent down to try and see the man's face clearly—it was Shen Erzhu, Xiao Feng's second uncle! He was dead, his bulging eyes fixed on a single point, his face etched with obvious panic and terror.
I covered my mouth, suppressing a gasp and the urge to vomit. Then, I heard a faint whimper—there were other people there! My hair stood on end. I dropped the person on the ground and decided to check on the living one first. Mustering my courage, I quietly moved to the windowsill and cautiously peeked into the room.
"Finally back?" A cold, sharp voice suddenly rang out from behind me.
I was startled and turned around sharply. I saw a tall man in black, holding a strange steel knife, standing less than ten meters away from me, staring at me with a cold gaze that seemed to come from hell.
"Who are you? Did you kill Shen Erzhu?" I demanded sharply. "Where are the rest of the Shen family? Where is Xiaofeng? What did you do to them?"
"Enough with the nonsense, is this yours?" His voice was shrill, like the clash of metal striking my eardrums. With a soft 'thud,' a small booklet was tossed from his arms and fell to the ground, scattering everywhere—it was one of the comic books I had drawn.
With trembling hands, I bent down to pick up the comic book from the ground, and large tears quickly slid down my cheeks—I naively thought that doing this could clear Huaiyuan's name, but little did I know that I had personally drawn the death warrant for the Shen family!
“It was you.” I straightened up and looked at him angrily. “You killed fifty-three people in Sunjiawan, and you also killed Uncle Shen.”
"To survive in the underworld is to risk your life. Don't blame me for being ruthless. They can only blame themselves for being incompetent and taking on that escort mission!" He directly and without any shame admitted that he was the murderer.
"The Sun family and the other guests in the inn were all ordinary people. Why did you kill them?" I sobbed uncontrollably. "What did Uncle Shen and the others do to you that made you want to kill them?"
"That's just bad luck for them. They chose the wrong time and the wrong inn!" He sneered. "The Shen family is so stubborn. I just asked them about something trivial, and they kept making excuses. If they had just told me the truth earlier, they wouldn't have had to suffer such a painful death!"
"So, whether they say it or not, the result is the same: death! You're not human! You're a pervert! You're a beast!" My heart turned to ice. So, the entire Shen family of five has already met a violent end?!
"Who's that in the room? What did you do to him?" Despite my extreme anger, I managed to calm myself down—I absolutely cannot break down in front of that bastard, I absolutely cannot allow myself to be weak in front of the devil!
"A young lady, not bad looking." He grinned lewdly. "We need to leave one alive to lead the way, right? Besides, she's got fair skin and tender flesh, haha!"
"Shut up! Now that you've found me, release her!" Never before have I regretted not being born in ancient times, not having mastered unparalleled martial arts, enough to tear that beast to pieces!
"I'll let her go, but give me the things!" He held out his hand to me.
"What is it?" I looked at him blankly—I hadn't had any contact with him from beginning to end, so of course I couldn't have taken his things. But I didn't have anything valuable on me either. "If you're after that Heartless Token, then you should know that it's no longer with me. You should go to Jingyou Manor to look for it—if you're capable enough."
"You brat, still pretending even when you're about to die! Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?" The knife in his hand gleamed coldly as he pointed it at my nose. "I'll kill you first, then we can search for you at our leisure!"
"Just kill me if you're going to, stop with the nonsense." I sneered, pointing to my own neck. "You've already killed so many people, what's one more? I beg you to be gentle, don't make my death too gruesome!"
A sudden chuckle broke the silence of the night.
"Which brat is tired of living? Get out here!" The man in black's expression changed, and he quickly turned around to look around.
"Your grandpa's right here, grandson. What are you looking at?" Following the voice, I looked up and saw an old man with gray hair, lazily reclining on the roof, holding a pot of old wine, looking at me with a grin. "Kid, you're interesting. I like this old man."
"Who are you? How dare you meddle in my business?" The man in black leaped up and pounced on the old man like a bolt of lightning.
"Watch out, grandpa!" I couldn't help but exclaim. "You'd better leave quickly, it's too dangerous here!"
"Hehe, this old man is bored out of his mind, you little beast are just the thing to keep me entertained!" He still maintained a nonchalant demeanor.
"Old man, you better get down here right now. Otherwise, I'll kill this brat first!" But the man in black wasn't targeting the old man. Instead, he quickly moved to my side and pressed a steel knife against my chest—how despicable!
"You should leave quickly, he really will kill people, please don't worry about me." So many people have already died, I don't want to implicate any more innocent people, so I desperately tried to drive him away—although I knew that since he dared to provoke that devil, he must have some skill, but he was, after all, quite old. Besides, I didn't want to gamble with other people's lives.
"Who said I was going to help you? You're really good at putting on airs! We're complete strangers, why would I save you?!" He grinned and waved to the man in black, gesturing for him to leave. "This old man loves a good show. You just kill your men, don't worry about me. I'll leave once I'm done watching. No need to be polite, go ahead and kill!"
No way? How could this be? I stared at him, speechless, but also relieved—it's good that he didn't meddle; at least he should be able to protect himself, right?
"Wait, there's something this old man is very curious about." — This white-haired old man really talks a lot.
"What is it?" The man in black frowned, but he didn't dare to be careless.
“I remember hearing you ask him what he wanted just now. Why don’t you ask him first before you kill him? After he’s dead, I can help you look for it.” The white-haired old man still had a smirking look on his face. He pointed to my room. “This place isn’t big, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find. I’m not good at anything else, but finding treasure is my greatest passion.”
"No, I really don't have any treasures at home. I only have a little over four hundred taels of silver." I was afraid the old man would be fooled, so I quickly clarified the facts. "I believe he would never kill so many people and chase them all the way to Jiangning just for a mere four hundred taels of silver?"
"That's hard to say. Four hundred taels of silver is enough to buy a good coffin, isn't it, you black devil?" The old man muttered, shaking his head. "I just don't know who will take care of his funeral after he dies. Should I be kind enough to find someone to bury him? But no, this kind of guy who isn't even human doesn't need to be buried after he dies, right, young man?"
"You old geezer, how dare you play me for a fool?" The man in black finally realized that the old man was mocking him, and, enraged, he cursed loudly.
"Yes, Grandpa was just messing with you, so what?" The white-haired old man glanced at him sideways.
"I'll kill this brat first, then I'll deal with you!" The man in black casually thrust his steel knife forward, the blade piercing my chest a few inches deep—at the same time, a sliver of light shot out from the old man's left hand, heading straight for the steel knife.
I felt a chill rush towards me, and startled, I slid down the wall and sat down... This book is first published on Xiaoxiang Novel Original Network. Please retain this information when reprinting!
[Volume 2: Farewell Chapter 7: Midnight Horror (Part 2)]
Seeing the knife plunge into my chest, I was shocked. My legs went weak, and I slid down the wall.
Then, the man in black suddenly froze, as still as a statue, his hand gripping the knife forward, completely motionless. The knife then sliced a gash across my chest and came to rest inside my clothes.
"You old geezer surnamed Guan, I told you to drink less, but you wouldn't listen. Now look what's happened! If this kid goes to the King of Hell, I'll hold you responsible!" An old man with white hair and beard and a ruddy complexion rushed out from behind the man in black and shouted angrily at the white-haired old man.
"Hehe, how could I have expected him to actually kill someone just because he said so? I thought he was joking. Look, he's not dead, is he? At most, uh, at most he'll bleed a little, he won't die. I promise!" Senior Guan awkwardly scratched the back of his head and smiled foolishly.