Little Ancestor, Marry Me

Chapter 35

When Lang Li said this, he paused for a moment, carefully raised his eyes to see Ren Yun's expression, Ren Yun had turned his head at some point, his black hair drooped slightly on his forehead, and the moonlight was dim, Lang Li couldn't see Ren Yun's expression clearly .

"continue."

There was no emotion in the deep voice, it was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

After talking for so long, Lang Li's lips were a little dry, and he couldn't help sticking out his tongue to lick his dry lips. His lips that were about to peel were slightly moist. Lang Li also turned his head to look at the moon in the lake outside the pavilion. , and my mood returned to that same moonlit night back then.

It had been a long time since Si Beiwen saw Tang Su again, and he almost forgot that he had met these children.

Although the town where Tang Su and the others were located at that time belonged to the Tang Sect, it was not a short distance from the Tang Sect. On weekdays, except for some disciples who went out to rest, there were almost no people from the Tang Sect.

After that day, Si Beiwen returned to the Tang Sect and after a long time of idleness, he received a letter from above.

The letter was made of yellow paper, and the characters were written with cinnabar. The blood-like color looked rather creepy, but a few words decided a person's life and death, just like the verdict of Lord Hades.

The letter only wrote a person's name, his residence, and places he frequented, and a portrait was painted on the back.

At the end it says - three days.

Si Beiwen needs to send this person's head back to Tang Sect within three days.

Finally came to work.

Si Beiwen whistled, memorized the contents of the letter, casually threw the letter paper into the brazier and burned it clean, immediately tidied up his things, and rode his horse to the place where the letter paper was written.

Afterwards, Si Beiwen spent a day thoroughly figuring out the life trajectory of the mission target, and found out that this person would go to Yingying Tower every fifth day of the month to have fun, and he could not be shaken.

Today is exactly the fifth day.

At night, Si Beiwen changed into night clothes and put on a face scarf, only revealing a pair of narrow eyes, he flipped out from the window of the inn lightly, and fell into a dark alley on one side, as if he was just wandering in the dark The ghost, silently stepping on the tile eaves, leaped, bypassed the bright place, and arrived at Yingying Tower within a short time.

Si Beiwen went around to the tile eaves outside the room that had been investigated clearly, held his breath, leaned against the wall by the window, and began to wait for the opportunity.

The moon rose higher and higher, but it was always covered by dark clouds. The moonlight was dim, which made it easier for Si Beiwen to hide.

"Master Zhao! You are here!" With the sound of opening the door, the procuress' extremely affectionate voice rang out in the room. Si Beiwen was always displeased, so he couldn't help but frowned slightly, " The person we prepared for you this time is extremely beautiful, and it took a lot of effort to grab it. Master Bao, you are satisfied. Look at the price..."

"Then I have to let the Lord see it first!" Another man's voice came, the voice was not young, conservatively estimated to be in his 40s, his steps were heavy and vain, as if he had been hollowed out by alcohol.

Si Beiwen gently lifted the corner of the face towel, stained his fingers with saliva, and lightly poked a hole in the window paper, leaned down and peeked through the hole to confirm if it was the person in the portrait.

He has a fat head and big ears, his body is already a bit bloated, his small eyes are narrowed to the point where there is only a slit left, and the clothes are of the best quality.

Certainly.

Si Beiwen didn't look away. He just heard the old bustard say that she was finally caught. Could it be the unmarried daughter of an innocent family?If this is the case, he can't act according to the usual style, and immediately take the head off the man's neck as soon as the old bustard leaves!

Si Beiwen silently squeezed the poison darts in his palm.

The room is warm and fragrant, the faint candlelight is flickering in the glazed lamp by the bed, the red curtains on the bed are layered, and a petite figure can be vaguely seen lying inside, Si Beiwen watched the man walk over , opened the bed curtain impatiently, his eyes lit up immediately, he said yes again and again, and threw a gold ingot to the old bustard beside him, the old bustard immediately smiled, took the gold and walked out wisely, and locked the door for the man.

When the man turned sideways, Si Beiwen saw the person on the bed clearly, his eyes suddenly shrank, his heart tightened, and his heart almost stopped beating for an instant.

That kid from last time!

It's not that Si Beiwen has never heard of some people who like to play with children, but he has never really encountered such an act. His anger mixed with nausea almost burned his mind, and Si Beiwen took a deep breath. Forcing themselves to calm down, emotional fluctuations are a taboo for them, and it is very easy to risk their own lives.

Then, the child on the bed moved, slowly opened his eyes, looked around blankly, saw the man beside the bed tilted his head, blinked his eyes, and looked like a pure and weak child, and said loudly: "Uncle, who are you?"

wrong……!Si Beiwen was slightly taken aback, and took back the poison dart in his hand. This kid shouldn't be like this... Could it be...

"I'm the master of the Zhao family in the north of the city." The man seemed a little surprised. The child who was caught on weekdays woke up either very vigilant or crying and fussing. It was the first time I saw such a well-behaved child. , "You fell at my door, and I picked you up."

"Oh..." Tang Su nodded ignorantly, looked down at his gauze dress and said blankly, "But this is not my clothes?"

"Your clothes are too shabby. I changed your clothes, but there are no men's clothes that suit you at home, so I can only make do with this." That Mr. Zhao is like an old fritter, his face does not change when he tells lies, his eyes are fixed. Staring at Tang Su's face, he did not hide his greedy eyes.

Tang Su looked up at Master Zhao, his eyes curved into a smile, and the warm candlelight reflected that immature but beautiful face, which looked like an evildoer who got out of a market's eclectic storybook, and said simply: "Then thank you, Uncle Zhao." , Well, since you are willing to save me back, you must be a good person, right? Uncle, can you play with me for a while? Just for a while! No one has played with me for a long time..."

After finishing speaking, Tang Su lowered his head slightly, a bit pitiful and pleading, Master Zhao thought that no one would be able to escape if the door was locked anyway, and it would be better to have more fun, so he accepted it gladly.

Tang Su smiled even more happily: "Then Uncle Zhao will play ghost hunting with me, okay? You come and catch me, the range is this room!"

"Okay, okay——" Mr. Zhao found a piece of cloth with a smile on his face, and covered his eyes according to Tang Su, and the crisp voice of a child came from his ear: "I counted to three and started to catch—"

"One——!" Tang Su jumped out of the bed, let go of the simple and ignorant disguise, walked to the side cabinet with a sneer, and squatted down.

"Two—!" Tang Su reached out and groped under the cabinet for a while, and took out a knife.

"Three—!" Tang Su turned around, his black and white eyes were filled with murderous intent like black clouds, and he saw Master Zhao groping for himself with a smile, and said with a loud smile, "Uncle Zhao, over here— —”

A gust of cold wind blew outside the window, and Si Beiwen shivered, only to realize that his back was already dripping with cold sweat. This scene was really weird and terrifying.

Mr. Zhao didn't know it, and rushed towards him looking for the sound with a smile. He thought that he would be full of warmth and joy, but he only received a sharp knife piercing his heart.

"Hey, what the hell." Tang Su spat viciously, he still looked like a half innocent child just now, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Mr. Zhao, slowly showing a very beautiful smile, the veins on the back of his white hands were exposed He got up, slowly turned the sharp knife with only the handle on it, and then tore off the cloth strips that Mr. Zhao was blindfolded, looked at the terrified Mr. Zhao with a smile, and reached out his hand to pat his face affectionately. Said in a tired voice, "Uncle Zhao—do you still remember the little girl you played with to death last month?"

Where did Master Zhao remember this kind of thing? Looking at Tang Su's face that was still so beautiful that it could seduce people's soul, but at this moment, he just felt like an evil ghost coming to the world, and he wished to run away immediately, but all the power seemed to follow him. It was as if the blood gurgling from his chest had disappeared, and he couldn't break free.

"That's my sister." Tang Su said softly, his smile disappeared suddenly, and he pulled out the sharp knife fiercely. The blood sprayed from the blood hole in his heart stained half of Tang Su's face red, and then Tang Su kicked hard on the ground. Master Zhao's lower abdomen, after a scalp-numbing muffled sound, Master Zhao, who fell to the ground, had only his last breath left, trembling his hands and feet and trying to stay away from Tang Su, he was panting for breath and was about to shout However, Tang Su rushed forward, grabbed Master Zhao's collar with one hand, and stabbed the knife directly into Master Zhao's mouth with the other, and stirred the blade several times quickly and hard. The piece of soft meat was directly stirred into a pile of minced meat.

Tang Su still seemed to be puzzled, and stabbed into Master Zhao's heart several times, slashing at that bloated body one by one. The intoxicating warm fragrance in the room had long been covered by the disgusting smell of blood , until Tang Su finally stopped, then Mr. Zhao was already too dead.

Tang Su got up, took off his veil with a cold face, wiped the blood on his body casually, went straight to the window and opened it, trying to escape according to the original route, but was caught off guard and frightened by himself. Bei Wen bumped into him.

Si Beiwen:!

Tang Su looked at Si Beiwen, quite puzzled, and said in a vigilant and cold voice, "Who are you?"

Si Beiwen twitched the corners of his mouth, lifted the face towel to let Tang Su see himself clearly, then went straight into the room, cut off Master Zhao's head neatly, raised the suspicious Tang Su with one hand, and left the place quickly.

Tang Su was caught off guard by Si Beiwen, who still held the blood-dripping knife in his hand. Feeling furious, he immediately swung the knife at Si Beiwen, who was hastily intercepted by Si Beiwen. You run."

Tang Su snorted and pointed to a dark alley beside him: "Take me there."

Following Tang Su's words, Si Beiwen leaped into the alley, took a closer look, and realized that all the children from the temple were here.

...was it planned?

Tang Su broke away from Si Beiwen, and stood on the ground with bare feet. The child who sprained his ankle seemed to have healed up. He rushed up to look at Tang Su who was covered in blood, "Brother Su...are you alright?"

"It's okay, that man is dead." Tang Su reached out and took a cloth soaked in water from a child, barely wiped off most of the blood on his body, and pointed to the still in Si Beiwen's hand. Bloody human head.

A group of children immediately surrounded him, and Si Beiwen couldn't help taking a half step back. He really liked children, but a group of children surrounded him with shining eyes just to look at the head in his hand, which was really weird .

When the children saw the face of the head clearly, they were not afraid at all, and they all cheered, but then the atmosphere immediately became gloomy.

The tallest child patted the other child and comforted: "It's great, little Reiko can rest in peace."

"Little Lingzi?" Si Beiwen looked at Tang Su.

Tang Su seemed to think that Si Beiwen was not a bad person, and since Si Beiwen gave them food, he said, "The youngest girl here disappeared more than a month ago, and we found her in the mass grave later. corpse."

Si Beiwen understood, and slightly raised Master Zhao's head in his hand: "Is it related to him?"

"Yeah." Tang Su sneered, "Don't you like playing with children? Thanks to him, he doesn't reject men and women. Damn, I'm so disgusted. I let him play as much as he wants."

"..." Si Beiwen didn't speak, looked at a group of children, and said in a deep voice, "Did you...buy that child?"

"That's right." The child who sprained his ankle seemed to still remember Si Beiwen, and raised his head slightly to look at Si Beiwen. Only then did Si Beiwen notice that the child had a large burn on his face, "You also want to Do you want to go and have a look? Just use this bastard's head to pay homage to Xiao Lingzi's grave!"

Si Beiwen nodded. The child with sprained feet looked at Tang Su, as if asking for his opinion. Tang Su had already hurriedly put on the clean clothes they brought over, looked up at the child, and snorted coldly. With a sound, he lifted his legs and walked away.

The child breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately tugged at the hem of Si Beiwen's clothes: "Let's go, Brother Su agreed."

Si Beiwen followed a group of beggar children through the dark alley like mice, and soon arrived at the gate of the ruined temple where the group of children he had seen lived. Tang Su turned around and walked around the ruined temple, not far away. When they came to a wasteland where wild flowers were blooming, Si Beiwen saw the abrupt earth bag in the sea of ​​flowers, and a wooden board like a tombstone was inserted in front of the earth bag.

Tang Su stopped, there was still blood on his immature face, which was very strange under the dim moonlight, but the ruthless aura from the killing just disappeared in clouds and smoke, and he stood quietly like a statue. In front of that new grave.

Under the dim moonlight, Si Beiwen looked vaguely at the three crooked words engraved on the wooden board - Xiaolingzi.The handwriting is not good-looking, to put it bluntly, it is as ugly and funny as if it was dug out by chicken feet, but each stroke is carved with great effort.

Si Beiwen thought for a while, put the head neatly in front of the grave, squatted down, and looked at Tang Su: "Who carved this word?"

"Me." Tang Su curled his lips, looking at the shabby tomb.

"...Generally, shouldn't there be a 'tomb' at the back?" Si Beiwen asked.

Tang Su glanced at Si Beiwen, and said coldly, "I can't write."

"...Pfft." Si Beiwen couldn't help laughing out loud, so he couldn't write?

"Laugh with a hammer." Tang Su rolled his eyes, sat down cross-legged, and swayed with his arms around his ankles, "Xiao Lingzi, I killed this old bastard for you, so I can take revenge for you..."

"Back then..." The child with a sprained foot squatted down, hugged his knees and buried his face in, muffled, "If only we hadn't left Xiao Lingzi alone..."

"It's useless to say that now!" Tang Su slapped the child mercilessly on the top of the head, and said coldly, "She couldn't go out with us at that time...... Who knew that such a thing would happen! Damn it, I'm not allowed to cry! Didn't I cry enough last time!"

A gentle breeze blows away the dark clouds covering the moon, and the soft moonlight fills the sky and the earth, covering everything with a pure white veil.

It was only then that Si Beiwen could see the sea of ​​flowers clearly. Under the moonlight, flowers of various colors were dotted all over the wasteland. Each flower was very small, and the big ones were no bigger than a fingernail. The stunning scenery, a bare earth color suddenly appeared in a sea of ​​flowers, and a little girl was buried here.

After Tang Su finished beating someone, he lowered his head without saying a word, and he tied the bright red hairband on his head again. Following Tang Su's movements, Si Beiwen turned his head to look at Looking at the child who was beaten by Tang Su, the child's eyes were red, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

What about Tang Su?

Si Beiwen leaned over carefully, and saw Tang Su's face clearly through the moonlight——

Obviously she also looked like she wanted to cry, but she was so stubborn that she couldn't let herself cry.

Si Beiwen sighed, and couldn't help asking, "Speaking of which, what's your name?"

"Tang Su." Tang Su sullenly suppressed his tears.

Si Beiwen stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of Tang Su's head: "My surname is Tang, maybe you have a destiny with the Tang Sect. I think you are also a good seed. Do you want to go to the Tang Sect with me? Then you don't have to worry about not being able to eat."

Especially with the ruthlessness when killing people, it would be a waste of talent not to enter the Tang Sect.

"To Tangmen?" Tang Su tilted his head in doubt, "Then what should they do?"

Si Beiwen pondered for a moment, and said seriously: "Tangmen disciples can learn Tangmen's martial arts, and they can kill people to make money. For example, I am here to make money today."

Si Beiwen pointed to the head: "This man, someone bought his head for [-] silver, I can get [-], and the rest will go to the Tang Sect, but it is still very profitable, you can make money later Giving them money is much better than what you are doing now."

"How is it?" Si Beiwen was persuasive, like a human trafficker, "Besides, the Tang Sect is not too far from here, you can also visit them at ordinary times."

Tang Su tilted his head and thought for a long time, then muttered to those children for a while, and finally nodded: "Okay, but I killed this person, and the money belongs to me."

"...Can you give me [-]%? I'm finally waiting for a mission."

"No." Tang Su said righteously, and the children beside him nodded in agreement with Tang Su.

"...Okay, Yicheng Headquarters, right? I still have to bring you into the Tang Sect, can I give you some benefits?"

Tang Su curled his lips: "Okay."

Si Beiwen didn't go back to the inn that night, and happily slept with a group of children in the dirty temple for one night. The next morning, amidst the reluctance of the group of children, he rode his horse and took him with him as a little beggar. The Tang Dynasty went back to the Tangmen.

If Si Beiwen had known what Tang Su had encountered in the Tang Sect, he would have sworn to God that he would never have brought this child back to that place.

It's just that there is no regret medicine in this world, let alone ifs.

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