Many residents along the street opened their windows and stuck their heads out because of the movement.
Several soldiers held torches and walked towards the coffin.
The orange firelight shone, reflecting the male corpse lying inside the coffin.
There was no decay, and the facial features were clearly distinguishable. A soldier mustered up the courage to touch it and found that the body had just become stiff.
"He died not long ago," the soldier said.
Another group of people came, and the captain at the head got off his horse and came over and said, "What's going on?"
"Someone died, and I don't know who brought the coffin." The soldier replied.
The captain looked inside the coffin and paused: "Why do I feel that this person looks familiar?"
"Do you know me, sir?"
"Who discovered it first?" the captain asked.
The shopkeeper of the cloth shop came forward and said, "Sir, it's the little one."
"Take it back." The captain said.
The shopkeeper was stunned and said hurriedly: "Sir, the little one doesn't know anything. The little one just gets up at night and then..."
"Shut up!" The captain frowned, "Take him away!"
Several subordinates stepped forward to hold the shopkeeper up. The shopkeeper shouted that he was wronged, but they covered his mouth.
"What are you looking at!" The captain raised his head and glared angrily at those who stuck their heads out to look.
Everyone hurried away and closed the windows one after another.
Those who even put on their outer robes and came downstairs hurriedly turned to leave. The captain waved his hand: "Take these people away!"
The soldiers responded in unison. Many were dumbfounded and did not react. They froze on the spot. Many others took advantage of the chaos and turned around and ran away.
The soldiers chased after them, grabbing one by one, and the movement suddenly became louder.
The late autumn wind blew against his face, bringing distant noises. Shen Lie stopped and stood in the shadow with his tall body, the wind blowing his cloak slightly open.
"Master, you may not be able to make it through." Shitou whispered.
"There is a coffin." Shen Lie looked at the center of the long street in the distance.
Shitou looked up and saw that there was indeed a big coffin on the crowded street.
"What a evil," Shitou frowned, "Master, let's go back first, and I'll come back tomorrow to inquire."
Shen Lie said nothing and looked at the people running away in front of him.
The soldiers chasing behind failed to catch up with them. When they saw the young man and the servant standing here, they immediately stepped forward: "You two, follow me!"
After getting closer, he could clearly see the young man in front of him. His skin was as white as snow in the night wind, and his eyebrows were handsome. The soldier paused slightly, retracted his gaze, avoided them and chased after them: "Stop!"
Shitou snorted and shouted: "Hey! Didn't I say I wanted to go with you?"
The soldier chased after him without looking back and ignored him.
This young man's skin is as white as jade, his temperament is outstanding, and he is handsome. At first glance, he is not raised by ordinary people. There are too many nobles in the capital, so he may not be able to offend him.
Shitou withdrew his gaze and looked at Shen Lie: "Master, go back."
Shen Lie nodded, but was suddenly startled. He quickly turned around and looked behind him. A sharp scream passed through the wind, bringing up a streak of silver. A straight crossbow arrow directly penetrated the soldiers who had just run out. The force was huge, and the soldiers were thrown away.
The body belt fell behind.
Shen Lie raised his head and looked towards the source of the crossbow arrow, while reaching out and pulling the stone to hide at the corner of the roadside.
The person running in front looked back at the body on the ground, screamed in fright, turned around and ran faster.
The soldier was nailed to the ground, shouting for help, and blood spilled from his mouth.
Several more crossbow arrows came, magnified in his eyes. He struggled to escape, but it was too late. The last feeling left in this world was the clear feeling of his body being pierced by countless arrows.
Everything happened so fast, Shitou turned pale with fright, and said in a daze: "Young Master."
As soon as he finished speaking, screams came from the street outside, and countless arrows were shot from the darkness. The soldiers carrying the coffin were the first to be pierced by crossbow arrows. The captain who had just turned over and was about to leave was shot off his horse.
Soon, the intersection of the long street was filled with wailing and blood flowed into a river.
The soldiers who were still alive struggled in pain and were soon nailed by new arrows.
The shopkeeper of the cloth shop opened his eyes, his feet went weak, and he fell on the body of the soldier who had been holding him just now.
The other people who were captured were also dumbfounded, looking at the dazzling blood around them, their hands and feet trembling.
After the last crossbow bolt caused a soldier to completely die, the crossbow bolt was gone.
"Master," Shitou looked at Shen Lie, "is this a partisan grudge..."
He did not kill nearby residents or spectators. Every arrow was accurately shot at the soldiers. If the soldiers were still alive, he would add another arrow. He was cold, cruel and merciless.
Moreover, this is in the inner city of Beijing.
Shen Lie withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "Go back."
"Yeah!" Shitou nodded hurriedly.
A crossbow was aimed at their backs from behind.
"Kill?" the man with squinted eyes asked.
"It's irrelevant, no killing," the man next to him replied.
"Is he talking nonsense?" The man looked at his companion, "I'm sure he just saw me."
"You covered your face." The companion replied, looking up at the young man's back. "This young man should be a smart man. There is no benefit in getting involved in this kind of thing."
"Okay." The man responded. He turned the crossbow arrow in his hand and aimed it at the coffin in the distance. He fully drew the bow and shot it out, nailing the coffin heavily.
"The arrow has to be fired," the man said, and then he looked at the corpses on the ground and said, "It's so damn happy!"
………………
"Master? Master?!"
"The master is missing!"
"Have any of you seen the master?"
There was a lot of noise in the backyard of Yu Mansion, with servants running around carrying lanterns.
It was already the fourth watch, and everyone who was sleeping was woken up to help find someone.
Previously, Yu He died in a tragic manner in the mansion, which left many people with lingering fears. Now that Yu Kai suddenly disappeared, everyone was panicked.
Xia Zhaoyi sat on the dark eaves and looked at the door of Yu Kai's bedroom.
The wind made her feel extremely cold. She breathed out gently, and there was a faint white smoke in the air.
There were people coming and going around, and there was a lot of movement.
She lowered her head and looked at the dagger in her hand, played with it for a while, put it away, stood up and left.
Probably dead.
It doesn't seem to matter whether she killed it with her own hands. It's just a pity that she didn't ask clearly what she wanted to know.
After climbing over a roof, Xia Zhaoyi was about to jump outside, when suddenly she heard a whole lot of crying coming from in front of her, howling in agony.
"Master!!"
"master!"
The crowd knelt down in front of the body and wept bitterly.
The lantern at the gate of Yu's mansion shines on the coffin, illuminating many traces of fresh and undried blood on it, as well as large and small crossbow arrow holes.
Along with this coffin came hundreds of soldiers.
The leading man looked cold and said, "Is that Yu Kai lying in the coffin?"
The housekeeper cried and wiped away his tears and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, this is our master."
The man raised his hand and ordered: "Take them all away."
