Chapter two hundred and forty-fifth: brutally murdered
The main reason is that Qingjiu can scan her surroundings in the background and see the situation around her on the screen, which is more stressful than Qing Huan's heart. There is a saying that goes well, he who does not know has nothing to fear, and another saying is like a newborn calf.
Not afraid of tigers!
And Qingjiu was standing on the edge of the "truth" and jumping wildly, but she had just been severely beaten by the "truth" before, so isn't this situation normal?
Not peeing his pants is a sign of Qingjiu's excellent psychological quality, so don't expect too much.
Qing Huan endured the physical discomfort and looked at Tu Heping who was running over and said, "Go and ask for leave from Mr. Liu first. We will go back and change clothes. Someone just attacked us."
Seeing Tu Heping's eyes widening in disbelief, with the words "Master, you made excuses to skip school again" clearly written in his eyes, Qing Huan pursed her somewhat pale lips and pulled Qing Jiu's back collar open with her fingers.
Open the lower wound and show it to Tu Heping.
Originally, Tu Heping was still thinking that the second young master had not persisted for a few days and he couldn't stand it anymore. Should he tell the master to relax the task a little bit, lest the young master lose sight of hope and simply lie down without even resisting? As a result, a ferocious
The wound appeared in his field of vision, and Tu Heping was so frightened that he trembled. Who had done this? It was too scary!
While feeling fearful, his face also turned ugly. So many people were following the young master, but someone touched their necks. Is this person here to find his own young master, or is it the work of Master Qingjiu's enemies?
"Second Young Master, you two go change clothes first, and I'll prepare some medicine. I'll also call two pharmacists to see if the wound is poisonous." After saying that, with his young master's nod, Tu Heping turned around and left, but he didn't do it himself.
Instead of going to get the medicine, he called two servants, and he went straight to Mr. Tu’s study.
This happened in the butcher's house, under the eyes of more than a dozen eyes of seven or eight secret guards, and the seriousness of the situation was obvious.
Mr. Tu broke into a cold sweat after hearing Tu Heping's simple description. Even though he treated the two children equally on the surface, Tu Qiansu was his biological son. If something unexpected happened, Tu Shihong didn't even know what he would do.
Make something happen.
Although the injury did not appear on his own child this time, Qingjiu was only a short distance away from Tu Qiansu. If that man hadn't escaped, who knows what would have happened to his son?
Mr. Tu was like an ant on a hot pot in the study. He turned around twice anxiously and felt something was wrong, so he directly sent someone to call back the two secret guards around his son.
After thinking about it, I still ran all the way to Tu Qiansu's small courtyard with my hands behind my back. I was really worried. I didn't see my son intact with my own eyes, so my worries were not fulfilled.
Halfway through, the secret guard came over to report. Tu Qiansu chased his servants far behind him, and then he asked them to recount the situation at that time.
The two secret guards looked at each other, knelt down on one knee with a "pop" sound, clasped their fists carefully and said: "My subordinates are incompetent. If the Second Young Master and Young Master Qingjiu hadn't said it themselves, we wouldn't have noticed the situation at that time.
Young Master and Young Master Qingjiu were attacked unexpectedly."
"What's going on?" Tu Shihong was a veteran, and he knew there was something in his words as soon as he heard his subordinate's words.
"That person should have used an auxiliary attack such as a field or a formation. There was no aura of a third person at the scene." At this point, the sweat on the two people's foreheads fell. They didn't feel it at the time, but after Er Shaoyi said
, the whole person’s teeth chattered unconsciously.
The situation was so critical at that time. If that man hadn't left for unknown reasons, no one would have noticed that the Second Young Master and Young Master Qingjiu died today. It was really terrible!
Killing someone invisible is nothing more than that.
When Tu Shihong heard this, he immediately frowned, waved his hand casually, and ran towards Tu Qiansu's small courtyard. He didn't care about the image of a family member. He didn't immediately see his son An An standing beside him.
In front of me, my heart was filled with fear and panic, and I couldn't calm down. Moreover, the words of the two secret guards were still lingering in my ears, like evil ghosts urging me to die. The more I thought about it, the less at ease I felt.
When Yilu ran in front of Qing Huan, she was in a panic and gasping for breath. Her two old legs started to tremble, and she felt that her legs were weak. She held her knees up and gasped, but she couldn't straighten her waist.
Qing Huan, who had just changed into clean clothes and came out: "???"
He helped the person sit down at the table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Tu Shihong, the cheap old man, "What's so urgent? You have a rest first, I have to go to Mr. Liu's class later."
There is still a bit of paleness on his face, which makes him look a little pitiful.
Tu Shihong took the teacup, raised his head and drank it in one gulp. He placed the teacup heavily on the table and slapped Tu Qiansu on the shoulder. He gritted his teeth and said, "You little bastard, did you want to scare your father to death?"
Are you willing? You are an unfilial son, and I will slap you to death to avoid labor and management suffering physical and mental harm!"
The panic in Tu Shihong's heart subsided after being hammered several times. His eyes were wide open with red bloodshot eyes, and his expression was as fierce as if he wanted to eat someone. Qing Huan was shocked by Tu Shihong's extremely rude appearance.
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But looking at Tu Shihong's trembling lips and trembling face, I felt that this man was really duplicitous. He was obviously concerned and worried, but he had a vicious look on his face, which really made Qing Huan dumbfounded.
Qing Huan was shocked because she was caught off guard, but more importantly because the pressure was too great and her body could not bear the load, which caused physical and mental discomfort. Even now, she still feels sick and sweating, as if her heart has been hit by someone.
It was as if the heart was crushed to pieces, then escaped from death and took the heart back.
However, Qing Huan rubbed the painful shoulder and moved her arms. Mr. Tu's hands were so strong! The sword is still young!
Qing Huan's situation is indeed much better than Qing Jiu's. When Mr. Tu saw the hideous wound on Qing Jiu's neck, his eyes were so sore that he narrowed his eyes. Was this someone who had his life strangled? What if this hand was so strong?
If she were a little older, I guess Qingjiu wouldn't be so lively and sitting here with her teeth grinning. It would indeed be too dangerous. She didn't realize it until she touched her vitals. She wasn't vigilant enough!
However, Tu Shihong's face darkened again when he thought of the words "field" and "formation" mentioned by the secret guard.
There really aren't any highly skilled cultivators in Mazizhen. With the power he currently holds, there really isn't much he can do against this man in the dark. Even if others want to kill or behead him, they are just like the lamb in the fence who wants to kill.
Just kill whoever you want without any resistance.