There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 412 Wang Xietang Qianyan

The heavy rain falls on the quiet swallows, and the white waves are surging.

Sheng Junqian walked in the rain.

There was a distinct ticking sound when the rainwater hit the bamboo hat.

Between the mouth and nose is the smell of damp earth, with a little bit of grass and cow dung.

There was sewage flowing across his feet. Sheng Junqian was wearing straw sandals and stepped in the stagnant water. The water on the road was enough to submerge the back of his feet.

Although killing people in rainy days is really tricky, if Sheng Junqian had a choice, he would definitely not do it at this time.

After all, in many cases, demeanor and temperature are not things that can have both.

He walked through the empty and narrow streets of Song County with a knife in hand.

The emptiness is due to the torrential rain. There are no stalls on the street, let alone pedestrians. Although it is noon, the sky is dark and gloomy.

The reason for the narrowness is that the county seat of Songxian County is a very small county seat, and the streets are originally very narrow. In addition, many people built various illegal buildings in front of their gates, so of course it looks very narrow.

Xie Ru said he must come back.

Sheng Junqian laughed softly with his nose.

Of course he will come back, otherwise, he can die on the way?

While thinking this way, Sheng Junqian came to the location written on the note. This is an alley in a remote part of Song County. Walking along the alley to the end, Sheng Junqian held his breath, and then reached out to knock on the door .

When the rhythmic knock on the door sounded, the people in the house were awakened.

"Who?" The person inside said alertly.

"Is it a swallow?" Sheng Junqian didn't answer, but asked instead.

The other party was obviously relieved when he heard this sentence.

"I am the swallow of the Wang family."

"What about you?"

In the past, Wang Xietang's front swallow flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Sheng Junqian nodded: "Coincidentally, I am the swallow of the Xie family."

Before the words were finished, the door opened inward, and at the moment of opening the door, Sheng Junqian had already drawn his sword.

Bai Duan Dao drew a icy arc forward, the person who opened the door didn't react at all, his whole head rolled to the ground with a gurgle, and then the whole person collapsed powerlessly.

The blood surged up like a fountain, and then fell slowly. Sheng Junqian took off his hat and gently raised it forward to block the spray of blood.

Then Sheng Junqian threw down the blood-stained hat without any hesitation, and quickly walked towards the house with a knife in hand.

The spies from Dongchang came this time. They were ordered to investigate the reason for the sudden loss of contact with the crockpot temple. From the crock pot temple in Baiyun Mountain, or from Luocheng or even Yanjing to Baiyun Mountain, Songxian County is the only way to go, so you can make some repairs and start again.

And Xue Chong is undoubtedly the tyrant king of Songxian County. With his help, basically any unfamiliar face who comes to Song County will be accurately identified, and Xue Chong is the foundation of Jinyiwei. The spies from the factory are even more accurate.

After Sheng Junqian came here, he had already killed many people according to Xue Chong's prompt.

But even so, paper will never contain fire.

Sheng Junqian knew that he was about to leave soon.

But not sure when.

The house is small and the room is not big. Sheng Junqian rushed into the back room with a knife, but was surprised to find that there was no one there—the Dongchang spies always act in groups of two, which can improve the success rate of the mission. After killing one, according to the information, the remaining one should be here too.

But there was no one in front of him, and the room was filled with ordinary decorations, but at this moment, there was a sound of wind above his head, Sheng Junqian raised his head, and saw a man in white was condescending and stabbing him with a knife.

Sheng Junqian sighed, took a step back, raised the Baiduan knife, and confronted the opponent calmly.

The man couldn't stand the strong force from Sheng Jun's thousands of broken knives for a moment, and flew towards the corner of the wall, hitting and rolling. Sheng Junqian looked at him calmly, and then walked forward with the knife.

"Wait!" The man saw Sheng Jun Qianyi kill his companion with his own eyes, and immediately waved his hand on the ground: "What do you want? I can give it to you, you know what we are..."

Only halfway through his words, Sheng Junqian's knife has arrived.

"Sorry, I don't want anything." When Sheng Junqian said this, the other party's head slowly rolled to the ground.

In fact, it's not that Sheng Junqian is keen on beheading, but because his knife is really fast.

Cutting off the head can basically confirm that a person is absolutely dead, and nothing will happen again.

Sheng Junqian also likes it very much.

He reached into the arms of the corpse, because it was not the first time he had done this, so he found the Dongchang waist card he wanted very skillfully.

In fact, Sheng Junqian did not expect that one day the spies who killed the East Factory would be so proficient in killing them. This is probably the benefit of following the right team. Of course, since he participated in the killing of the two senior officials of the East Factory at the back of the crock temple After that, I really felt that the door to a new world had been opened, and there was nothing to be afraid of anymore.

Then after searching the items on the two corpses on the spot, such as silver hidden weapons and cheat books, Sheng Junqian took a rough look around the room again, and took it out of his arms after making sure that there was nothing missing. That small dark green porcelain bottle that is already familiar.

I have to say that corpse powder is really addictive if you use it too much. It is a must-have medicine for killing people while traveling at home.

After finishing the final process, Sheng Junqian went out, picked up the blood-spattered hat, closed the door, sat down under the eaves in the heavy rain, and slowly cleaned the blood-stained hat in the rain.

The blood stained the rain red, and then twisted into a red snake in the deserted street, and finally faded to colorless.

……

……

Xie Ru looked at the rain outside the door and bit her lip lightly.

Long black hair was braided into a delicate braid.

A sigh came from behind her.

Xie Ru turned her head, and the person sighing behind her was her father, who was also the owner of this wishful inn.

Ruyi Inn, Ruyi is Xie Ru's Ruyi.

"What's wrong?" Xie Ru tilted his head: "Could it be that Mr. Sheng is not good?"

Xie Rushi really likes this Mr. Sheng, who is powerful, rich, lonely, and sad.

He is like an eagle cruising in the sky, occasionally landing on this small tree in Song County.

So at a glance, you can't take your eyes off at all.

"Of course Mr. Sheng is very good." The old man shook his head and smiled wryly, "But he won't live here forever."

"Maybe he'll go tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow."

"You can't force him to take you away."

"He's an eagle." Xie Ru pursed his lips and nodded, "I can't fly that high."

"But, am I really worthless to be liked?"

The father looked at the daughter in front of him, and really didn't know what to say. Compared with Sheng Junqian, the boys in the entire Song County seemed so insignificant. That girl is not pregnant, and the person who likes to be strong is a girl. instinct.

But liking impossible people is not a kind of torment.

At this moment, Sheng Junqian stepped into the inn dripping wetly in a coir raincoat.

He took off his bamboo hat and put it on the table.

No trace of blood can be seen in the drenching rain, but this does not mean that the bamboo hat has not been stained with blood.

He looked at Xie Ru wearily.

"Can you help me get the jar of wine?"

"Thank you."

(End of this chapter)