It rained heavily, and the heavy rainwater was carried by the strong wind, almost hitting all the buildings between the sky and the earth horizontally.
The roof, eaves, and ground were splashed with a fine layer of mist-like water vapor due to being beaten by the rain.
The whole world is wet.
All the sounds that hit my ears were the sound of heavy rain pouring down, and the sound of gurgling water in nearby ditches due to being overwhelmed.
Perhaps because of the heavy rain, or perhaps because of the rebellion, there was an eerie silence in the entire capital.
On weekdays, even late at night, there are always people in the streets and alleys of the capital.
Or walking, or voices coming from the yard next door.
It will never be like tonight, as if everyone has disappeared.
The only thing I still saw on the street were soldiers passing by in a hurry.
Even these soldiers felt as if they were facing a powerful enemy, and some even had injuries on their bodies.
The capital is undergoing a sudden change, and no one dares to take it lightly.
I don't know how many people died that day. The explosions during the day, which were comparable to muffled thunder, frightened the people to close their homes and not dare to step out of their houses.
Even if there is a crying child at home, an adult will immediately cover his mouth at the beginning to avoid causing disaster.
In the rainy night, a small group of people spread out to protect the two people in the middle and arrived in front of the Ancestral Temple.
Although this small group of people are scattered, they are vaguely centered on the two people in the middle. They are all powerful and powerful, with shining eyes, and they are obviously first-rate players.
Stopping outside the gate of the Imperial Ancestral Temple Palace, looking at the Ancestral Temple that was deserted but still left traces of the post-war war, Long Huaiyu, holding an umbrella with one hand, looked at Duan Jinjiang, who was stooped next to him but had a pair of turbid eyes full of hatred. Said: "Master, I think at this moment, Li Chen has been dealt with."
"Will Li Yinhu and Zhao Xuanji kill Li Chen directly?"
"Won't."
Duan Jinjiang answered decisively.
"For them, the relationship with Li Chen is just a power struggle. If Li Chen collapses and the East Palace collapses, their goal will be achieved. And we have already stated our attitude. Li Chen must be solved by himself. They will not pay attention to such trivial matters. It’s the little things that offend us.”
Duan Jinjiang, whose face was full of ferocity and joy, laughed almost crazily, "Today, I have finally waited for today! Changmian, my son, have you been waiting on the Huangquan Road for a long time? Wait a little longer for Dad. Dad is very worried." Send the enemy down quickly!"
Long Huaiyu looked at the crazy Duan Jinjiang next to him, and felt that instead of being afraid, his heart was equally agitated.
Because he had the same experience as Duan Jinjiang, even worse than Duan Jinjiang.
Li Chen only killed Duan Jinjiang's son.
And the one who was killed was his entire clan!
Thinking of his family being killed, the resentment and hatred in Long Huaiyu's heart almost boiled over.
"Master, let's go find Li Yinhu now. I can't wait. I can't wait to appear in front of Li Chen and torture him to death bit by bit!"
Long Huaiyu's face was ferocious, and his tone was filled with impatience.
Just at this moment, dense footsteps came.
Listening to the sound, no less than a hundred people were moving here quickly.
The small team of experts protecting Long Huaiyu and Duan Jinjiang immediately became nervous.
But Long Huaiyu waved his hand to signal them not to be too nervous. He said confidently: "Li Yinhu must have known that we were coming, so he came specially to greet us. You don't need to panic."