Uncle, I didn't mean to tease you

Xu time has passed, and there are still sporadic painted boats floating on the river in Lizhou City, which are one of the only lights in the city.A few blocks away from the river, a dozen or so athletic men in black rushed out of the darkness, and then quickly sank into the darkness.

Ling Lie's murderous aura became silent under the cover of the night, and the Yang family's mansion, which was about to be "patronized" by these men in black, was very quiet at the moment. Dozed off.No one in the mansion could have imagined that on this night, they would all become the souls of other people's swords.

However, in the backyard of the Yang family, there was a [-] or [-]-year-old boy who was sneaking around beside the woodpile. He was probably the only one who was still awake in the whole house.There was an autumn rain at night, and the ground was still wet. When we first entered the house, it was a good time to catch crickets.

The young man was probably afraid of being scolded by his elders, so he didn't light the lantern. His eyes were wide open in the dark, and he didn't dare to breathe out. He carefully judged the direction of the insect's call.

The surroundings were quiet, only the sound of insects screaming one after another, but suddenly there were a few slight sibilances that came to the young man's ears.If this young man's other abilities are unknown, his hearing and eyesight are clearly beyond ordinary people, so without any hesitation, he slumped into the wet crevice hole next to him. [Note 1: stack hole]

The young man was small in stature, so it was very generous to nest in that stack of holes, he didn't even forget to take his own lantern and other things into it.He didn't want the cricket to be caught by the people in the house first.

However, the young man soon realized that the slight sound of Xisuo just now did not seem to be the footsteps of people in the mansion, because obviously not one person came, and all of them were masters.The youth is not good at martial arts, but he has practiced blindly with his teacher since he was a child, so he can tell the difference between Lianjiazi and ordinary people.

Almost instantly, an ominous premonition rose in the boy's heart.

His first reaction was to find a way to report to his family, at least make some noise to wake them up first.Because he felt that these people were here to make money or to kill, if they had good intentions, they would not be able to climb over the wall and come in.But before he could act, someone took a step forward.

"What..." Before the word "human" could come out, the voice came to an abrupt end.

Reminiscent of the sound of the door opening before this sound, and the sound of the body falling to the ground, the boy quickly realized what happened outside, and the bloody smell that followed confirmed his guess.

The cook was killed at a chilling speed, and the boy didn't hear the sound of the weapon being unsheathed. It seems that the killer used some kind of extremely sharp hidden weapon.

Just after an autumn rain, the chill in Lizhou City began to appear.The boy hid in the crevice hole, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat, but his breathing kept a light and slow rhythm. It is unknown whether he was petrified or really had amazing self-control.

The man in black quickly dispersed into the night, the young man really wanted to come out, but the cook saved him, he knew that let alone coming out, even if he took a breath, he would end up in the same fate as the cook.For the first time in his life, he felt remorse, regretting that he hadn't worked harder in his practice.

But in the face of these masters who kill with one blow, how can they be able to contend with hard work?

The surrounding area was eerily quiet, and Qiu Chong seemed to be dumb as a whole, but the young man knew that there was a person nearby and did not leave. He could even hear the sound of that person pacing back and forth, as if he was waiting leisurely. What a result, and that result doesn't seem to need to wait too long.

With the ability of the men in black to kill with one move, a dozen or so men in black could kill nearly a hundred people in the Yang family with less than ten moves each.

The sound of the person next to him pacing knocked on the young man's heart, each step was obviously inaudible, but it was like a hole was dug in the young man's heart, so that the young man heard this deep and shallow sound again many years later. When he heard the sound of footsteps, he instantly remembered the night when he hid in the dungeon.

In less than a quarter of an hour, there were more footsteps around.When the last person returned to this place, the teenager heard a cold and lifeless voice asking: "It's clean?"

Another voice said: "There are no survivors."

The young man's heart was icy cold, a salty bloody smell came out of his mouth, his clenched knuckles turned white, and his eyes turned red from extreme patience.Fortunately, the man in black is not as vigilant as he was when he came here, otherwise he would definitely have discovered the boy's existence due to the boy's disordered breath.

After a long time, the surroundings returned to silence, and the boy crawled out of the hole, his body already drenched in cold sweat.

Under the darkness of night, the figure of the cook lying at the door suddenly caught the young man's eyes. The corpse's throat was cut open with a sharp weapon, and blood sprayed all over the floor.

The boy's mind went blank, and he rushed to the front yard.Everything seemed normal along the way, with no bloodstains or corpses, but the choking smell of blood pushed the boy's heart to the bottom.

Walking through halls and courtyards is only a matter of time, but the young man seems to have been gone for 13 years.He knew where the bloody smell he was breathing came from. Those people had all the emotions accumulated from the time he was born to the time when he grew up as a teenager, but in less than a quarter of an hour, they all inexplicably became what that person said. "There is no one to live"!

The boy stopped at the door of his father's room. The door was not closed tightly. It must be that someone forgot to close it when they went in and out or felt that it was unnecessary to close it again.

After standing there for nearly a cup of tea, the young man opened the door and walked in, and came out after a while.He stood at the door as if he didn't know which way to go, his eyes were a little out of focus, his hands were unconsciously clenched and clenched, and finally he recovered from the blank emotion, his heart hurt into a ball, Tears flowed down instantly.

At first, he stood at the door and cried against the wall, but after crying for a while, he knelt down on the ground for no reason. After the intense mourning, he was filled with fear and helplessness.

I don't know how long I cried, but it was already daylight, the boy finally got up from the ground, and then pushed open the door of his room in a strange way.The little servant who was watching the night outside was still in his sleeping position, presumably his throat had been cut in his dream.

The boy didn't know what was going on in his heart, so he stopped crying, his face was pale and bloodless.He just looked at each room one by one, and the throats of the 96 people in the whole house were all cut, and all of them were branded into his heart.

In just a few hours, the young man went from despair to numbness. His heart, which was only 13 years old, was forged into a solid stone by accidents full of blood and the choking smell of blood, which prevented his heart from breaking The possibility of death.

In the silent night, there was the sound of horseshoes approaching from far and near, and finally stopped at the gate of Yang Mansion.

What came was a lightly dressed team, led by a heroic youth of sixteen or seventeen.However, although the young man looked young, he didn't have any childishness on his face. On the contrary, he carried a frightening and fierce aura. It looked like he had killed someone and shed blood.

The people who followed the boy looked older than him, but their attitudes were full of respect.And that kind of respect is obedience from the heart of a warrior, not superficial.From this point of view alone, the boy must be a person with great ability.

"Young commander, the concierge doesn't seem to be here. No one answered the door. Why don't you just climb over the wall and go in?" The man who spoke was a 25-year-old man. He was a straight-hearted guy, so he didn't shy away from it. Some people say the idea of ​​overcoming the wall.

"Knock again. If no one answers the door after a stick of incense, you can go in and have a look." said the young man.

Men call the young man "Young Marshal". There is only one person in Dayu who can become a Young Marshal at this age, and that is Liu Jing, the second son of Liu Hengyuan, the commander of the North Army.It's just that Liu Jing was supposed to follow his father's Northern Expedition Army, but suddenly appeared in Lizhou City for some reason, and went straight to the Yang family's mansion that had just been exterminated.

The gate of the Yang Mansion, which had been unanswered all this time, seemed to indicate some kind of bad omen, Liu Jing's sharp eyebrows were gradually knit together, could it be that he was still late?

The sound of continuous knocking on the door had spread throughout most of Yang's mansion. The young man sitting in front of the corridor had no focus on his eyes, which were as red as if they were about to drip blood, and his face became paler against the backdrop.Finally, he didn't know what the movement was that alarmed him. Out of instinct, the boy dodged and hid in the flowers under the porch.

There was a sound of footsteps approaching quickly, someone came and pushed the door of the nearest room, and came out after a while, and then came the second room, the third room... It seemed to be confirming the door of the room. Whether the people in it are still alive.

The boy hid in the flowers and couldn't see the man's face, but accidentally caught a glimpse of a simple pattern on the corner of the other's robe. The silver pattern embroidered on the black robe was very obvious, not like a decoration, but more like a certain Organization logo.The boy couldn't think so much for a while, but secretly remembered the appearance of the decoration.

From here to there, he thought of the deep and shallow pacing sounds in the dark, and felt the fear and despair that had been numb in his heart come back again, which quickly aroused his desire to survive.

He was the only living person left in the Yang family, and he carried the lives of nearly a hundred people on his body, so he didn't dare to die like this.

I saw the boy finally glanced in the direction of his father's door, and then took advantage of the gap when the other party entered the room, quickly followed the cover of the flowers on the porch, and ran in the opposite direction of the other party's coming.

Liu Jing stood with his hands behind his back in the courtyard of the front yard. The soldiers he brought carried the corpses of the Yang family to him one by one. In less than half an hour, the courtyard was already filled with 96 corpses.

The man who proposed to climb over the wall before said: "Young commander, everyone is here, they have been checked, and there are no survivors."

Liu Jing's eyes sank slightly, and he said, "If you search again, there is still one person missing."

Half an hour later, the man came to report again, with the same conclusion, but this time he brought a lantern he found beside the firewood pile in the backyard. People fall there.

Liu Jing went to the backyard to look in person, and found a pile of objects for catching crickets next to the firewood pile, and a seal accidentally left in the hole of the pile, on which was the word "Aan" in seal script.

Liu Jing rubbed his fingers on the word "Aan" for a moment, and then ordered in a low voice: "You find a few trustworthy people to investigate in the city and find a boy of twelve or thirteen years old. Said that there are still people alive in the Yang family." The other party responded quickly.

Where can a 13-year-old boy go after his family has just been destroyed?

The author has something to say: [Note 1: Duodong——Because it is rainy in early autumn in Lizhou, the firewood stacked outside is inevitably damp.When the cook is lighting the fire, in order to pull the dry firewood, he usually does not take it from the top to the bottom, but digs a hole from the side, and pulls the dry firewood from the hole, so a big hole will be formed after a long time. 】

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