As the blade was sheathed, the surrounding blue light gradually dissipated.
The slightly gray surroundings gradually became brighter, and things were as clear as the bright moon hanging in the sky.
There is still some white powder remaining on the teeth of the man in blue shirt closest to his throat.
However, his complexion gradually changed from livid to dark green, and finally the entire face turned jet black, with little bits of black blood oozing from the seven orifices.
The gradually enlarging and dilating pupils proved that the man's life had disappeared.
But the expression on his already stiff face seemed to contain a hint of a smile.
There was a bit of pride, and there seemed to be a bit of ridicule towards Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen's expression was very calm, without any emotion. He placed the man's body on the ground and slowly stood up.
He knew that someone who could perform such a top-secret mission would not give in easily.
Therefore, he cut off the man's hand tendons and hamstrings to prevent him from committing suicide.
However, he did not expect that the secrecy of this incident would be so high that the person performing the task would hide poison in his teeth in advance to seal the deal.
It can be inferred from this that Wang San is not their ultimate goal. Like Zhang Shanren, he is just a stumbling block for them to achieve a certain goal.
Xiao Chen didn't know how huge the whole incident was and how many forces were involved behind it, and his mind was at a loss.
However, killing Wang San would have touched Xiao Chen's side. This is also the reason why he, a small captain of Dongchang, wanted to investigate the matter thoroughly.
He picked up the Li Blade that he had thrown on the ground in a hurry. Xiao Chen bent over and picked up the three-foot Qingfeng Sword that had been broken into two pieces.
"This sword has been stained with the blood of too many innocent people, so it's better to destroy it." Xiao Chen flicked his finger, and the extremely sharp sword body instantly turned into powder, drifting away without a trace in the cold wind.
About to turn around and leave, he looked back at the body of the man in blue shirt. With a wave of his right hand, a strong internal force surged out from his palm, rolled up the snow on the ground, and covered the man's body, forming a small
The small bulge is just like the graves of people in the north a hundred years later.
He would rather die than surrender to the enemy. For this person, Xiao Chen felt a hint of admiration in his heart.
There are two camps, each with its own master, and no one is right or wrong.
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When we returned to Qinghe Store, both sides of the street were completely dark.
The town was not very prosperous to begin with. In the cold weather of the twelfth lunar month, there were no stoves for heating like those in wealthy households. Ordinary people had already gotten into the hot bricks made of firewood, dreaming of a good harvest next year.
Xiao Chen walked aimlessly on the street, his thoughts in a mess.
The murderer of Zhang Shanren's family has been brought to justice, but nothing useful can be obtained from his mouth. This is somewhat of a blow to Xiao Chen, who has been working on the front line all year round.
It's not that the opponent is too cunning, but that you underestimate the enemy too much.
Suddenly, Xiao Chen stopped. On the way out of town following the man in blue, the man paused for a moment in front of the only inn in Qinghe Branch.
Although he only paused for a moment, Xiao Chen realized that at that moment, the man discovered him and continued to move forward.
In other words, the man originally lived in this inn, and that pause was just a habitual observation behavior of a person who performs tasks outside all year round?
If the man in blue shirt really lives in this inn, there may be some clues about where he lives.
Thinking of this, Xiao Chen's thoughts suddenly became clear. He raised his head and glanced at the inn not far away, and walked forward quickly.
This inn is called Qinghe Inn. Judging from the old plaque, it must be quite old.
As the only three-story building in Qinghe Town, the owner of this inn should have been a wealthy family in Qinghe Store many years ago.
However, the entire small building was pitch black, as if it was blending into the surrounding darkness.
"No, it stands to reason that most inns are open during the day and night. Even if the Qinghe Inn is relatively remote, this inn should not close so early. What's more, there is no light coming from all the rooms inside. Could it be that it is close to
During the Chinese New Year, there are no guests staying in the hotel, so the boss closed it early?"
Thinking of this, Xiao Chen wanted to turn around and leave, but felt a little unwilling in his heart.
"It's better to go up and knock on the door to see if anyone is there."
Arriving at the door, Xiao Chen found that the two old doors were not closed, but were left ajar one behind the other.
"Is anyone there? Check in." Xiao Chen shouted and opened the door.
It was pitch dark in the room, and I couldn't see my fingers. And there was no sound in response.
"Boss, someone is staying at the hotel." Standing at the door, Xiao Chen amplified his voice.
Apart from my own echo, there was no movement in the room. It was so quiet that I could hear the squeaking sounds of mice playing upstairs.
"That's not right." Xiao Chen retreated suddenly, and the speed was so fast that he instantly brought up a flow of air.
A strong smell of blood suddenly drifted into Xiao Chen's nose.
He took out the fire zipper from his waist and twisted it hard, and a small flame appeared at the top of the fire zipper.
Holding the fire seal in his left hand and holding the Libian scabbard tightly in his right hand, Xiao Chen stepped through the door in one step.
The lamp basin used for lighting on the column in the hall comes into view.
Xiao Chen exerted force with his left hand, and the fire stick in his hand flew into the lamp basin accurately. In an instant, the lamp oil in the lamp basin was ignited. The burning flame illuminated the entire hall like daylight.
The entire hall was in a mess.
A middle-aged man fell on the ground in front of the counter, and the blood spit from his mouth had already stained his chest red.
Beside the man were two men dressed as waiters.
One of them looked quite young, with fine features, and was probably a child who was not yet an adult.
The white towel in his hand was thrown far away. His collapsed chest must have been punched away from the front.
His eyes widened angrily, full of fear.
Xiao Chen knelt down, stretched out his left hand, and gently closed the child's frightened eyes.
Standing up, his palms trembled slightly.
This is a kind of anger. Seeing innocent lives being taken away one by one, the determination to find out the mastermind behind the scenes becomes even stronger.
The entire counter was torn to pieces. All the silver coins and copper plates were gone.
"Man-made people kill birds for money, and people die for food. With such vulgar methods, do you really think others will think that you are just seeking money and killing people?"
Xiao Chen snorted coldly and walked upstairs.
All the rooms were turned into a mess, and it was impossible to tell which rooms had been occupied and which rooms had not.
Fortunately, there were no corpses in any of the rooms.
The murderer has been killed by himself on the outskirts of Qinghedian. Who committed this murder?
In other words, there is more than one murderer and there are accomplices?
Recalling that he went to Zhang Shan's house and saw the two burly men dressed as servants at the door, Xiao Chen shouted: "Not good".
He took one step out of the gate and galloped towards the Wang family.