A horse caught in a sigh, a fire caught in a stone, a body caught in a dream...

Amid the inexplicable echoes, Chen Ji didn't know how long he had been wandering in the darkness, as if he had been trudging through the glacier for a century, still unable to clear the fog in front of him.

But this darkness seemed to only last for a moment, as short-lived as the sparks that burst out when stones hit each other.

Chen Ji couldn't control his body and could only listen.

There was the sound of wind, rain, and even the sound of oars moving on the water, as if someone was carrying him through the black sea of ​​clouds in a small boat.

Chen Ji wanted to break through the darkness, but everything around him was as sticky as glue, making it impossible for him to break free.

Outside the darkness, someone suddenly said in a relaxed tone: "Mr. Zhou, if we are not completely sure, we will not come in person. The moment you see us, either you will cooperate well and catch Jing Chao's spies in Luo City.

Either we make your life worse than death, there is no other choice."

But I heard a middle-aged man say angrily: "I don't know what I have committed, but I actually helped two people to kill people in my house. I don't know any spies from the Jing Dynasty!"

The relaxed voice from before said: "On the 27th of last month, you hosted a banquet for Mr. Li, the craftsman's supervisor, at Mingzhu Garden in Baiyi Lane, Dongshi City. During the dinner, you redeemed Miss Cuihuan from Mingzhu Garden and gave it to him. However,

This girl Cuihuan happens to be a spy from the Jing Dynasty, and she has already confessed to you... No need for me to go on, right?"

"What does it have to do with me that Miss Cuihuan is a spy? I have never had any contact with her before!"

"You want proof?"

"right!"

In the room, a girl laughed: "My secret agent is going to kill a spy. When do we need evidence?"

Mr. Zhou who was being interrogated stopped talking, and the room became quiet except for heavy breathing.

In the room, the porcelain was broken all over the floor, and the ancient shelves that held the decorations were also broken, like a ruin.

Among the ruins, seven or eight corpses lay twisted, leaving only a middle-aged man lying on the ground, his hair disheveled and looking miserable.

Opposite him, there is a young man in black smart clothes with a relaxed and playful expression. Not far away, there is a slim girl in black squatting on the Taishi chair to watch a play.

These two men and women in black looked to be only about twenty years old, but they killed a whole room of people.

In the darkness, Chen Ji suddenly felt that the sound of these words was like a hand, grabbing himself as he was sinking into the abyss, and dragging him back from hell to the human world.

"Master Zhou, who are your colleagues in Luo City? It's okay if you don't want to tell the truth now, we still have a whole night to kill," the young man said with a smile: "Wait a moment, we will take your family members who are hiding in Chaimu Lane.

Come, let's see if you are willing to talk..."

The next moment.

A corpse in the room suddenly sat up!

hiss!

Chen Ji breathed suddenly, like a drowned man coming back to life, breathing greedily. His breathing was particularly harsh in the silence, breaking the dullness in the room.

Chen Ji sat up from the floor, feeling dizzy.

He subconsciously touched the stab wound on his waist, but there was nothing there.

The girl squatting on the Taishi's chair suddenly turned her head: "Hey, Yunyang, your skills are unfamiliar. No matter how you kill someone, you can't kill them?"

Yunyang argued: "It's impossible, his heart must be on the wrong side!"

"If you miss it, you will miss it. You can't afford to lose anyone?"

"What should we do?"

"Kill again."

At this moment, Chen Ji has too many doubts in his heart: why he was reborn, where he was reborn, and whether he can still find his way home? If such a magical thing as rebirth can happen, can relatives meet again?

He opened his eyes: "Wait, I have something to say..."

As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps sounded outside, and everyone's attention was drawn to it.

But they saw more than a dozen men wearing the same black attire escorting seven or eight people into the yard, as well as two eight or nine-year-old children, a boy and a girl.

Taking advantage of this gap, Chen Ji quickly looked at the surrounding environment: the room was not big, with a mahogany desk on the left, two Taishi chairs and a table in the middle.

Books, pens, inks, papers and inkstones were scattered all over the place.

Traveled through time?

Is this the dream world that Li Qingniao talked about?

It seems that I have time-traveled into the body of a person who has just died, but I don't know who the deceased was before he was alive.

Chen Ji wanted to stop and think about his situation, but the crisis in front of him happened too quickly, giving him no chance to think.

While thinking, more than ten men in black attire pushed Mr. Zhou's family members to the ground and knelt down. One of them clasped his fists and reported: "Bring all the family members who were hidden by Zhou Chengyi. This woman was redeemed by him from Baiyi Lane ten years ago. Two of them."

The children are their flesh and blood, a boy and a girl, and the people beside them are the housekeeper and the maid."

The dozen or so men in black had resolute expressions on their faces, and they all had long sheathed knives hanging from their waists.

Yunyang smiled and knelt down in front of the woman: "Madam, do you know that Mr. Zhou is a spy of Jing Dynasty?"

The woman held the little boy tightly in her arms and shook her head in horror: "I don't know, we don't know anything!"

Yunyang pulled out a slender silver needle from his sleeve and stabbed the woman in the chest like lightning. The woman couldn't make a sound and fell to the ground.

End of breath.

There was a cry and howl in the house, and the housekeeper asked hoarsely: "Master, what is going on, master?!"

Zhou Chengyi did not answer, but looked at this scene with a gloomy expression.

Yunyang looked at him, then squatted in front of a maid: "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

The maid stuttered: "I...my master only comes here two or three times a month. We think...it's hard to even see him."

Yunyang pierced the silver needle, and the maid tried to hide, but the silver needle was too fast to dodge. She could only watch helplessly as the silver needle pierced into her chest.

Chen Ji subconsciously touched his chest.

Yunyang fought all the way until he was in front of the little boy. He squatted down with a smile but did not look at the little boy. Instead, he stared directly at Zhou Chengyi: "Child, did your father tell you anything?"

Zhou Chengyi's face twitched: "You established the country based on calligraphy and etiquette, but you want to torture and kill a child?"

Yunyang sneered: "This spring, the cavalry of the Jing Dynasty went south and killed how many innocent people in our Ning Dynasty, so I can teach you poems and etiquette? In addition, you bought a ten-year-old girl last year and raised her at home, and then raised her at home.

If you give it to the magistrate of Luocheng, isn't she a child? Mr. Zhou, if you don't explain, your child will die."

"Dad, save me!"

However, Zhou Chengyi only turned his head slightly and did not listen to the child's cry for help.

Yunyang whistled: "You are so cruel. It seems that you have caught a big spy above the level of Haidongqing. It is really shameful to let you lie dormant under your nose for so many years."

prick.

The boy collapsed in anger.

Chen Ji watched silently. Before the child could close his eyes, he stared at him with wide eyes.

The veins on Zhou Chengyi's forehead throbbed.

At this time, a girl named Jiaotu came to the little girl, knelt down and whispered softly: "Just now your mother only hugged your brother, did you see that?"

The little girl nodded in horror.

The White Rabbit said again: "If you are willing to follow me, call me sister, and I won't kill you."

But the little girl didn't agree, she just looked at her father in confusion and fear.

"In this world, weak girls will suffer a lot," Jiaotu smiled and hugged the little girl into his arms: "Don't be afraid, it will be over soon."

She pulled out a silver needle that looked like a cloud sheep from her hair, and stabbed it into the back of the little girl's neck with her own hands. The little girl instantly lay limply in the arms of the rabbit and fell silent.

Chen Ji's pupils shrank.

Yunyang looked at this scene indifferently. He came to the only remaining housekeeper and Chen Ji: "Young man, your fate was just calculated. Since you are lucky enough to survive, I will give you another chance. Let's play a game. Which one of you

Whoever opens his mouth first and gives information will survive."

The butler immediately knelt forward and cried with snot and tears: "Two adults, I tell you everything you want to know! Let me live!"

Yunyang was delighted: "I just like this scene where the seller seeks glory!"

Chen Ji on the side also said: "I don't have any information, but give me two quarters of an hour and I will help you find out the information."

The housekeeper hurriedly explained: "He is just a young apprentice in a medical clinic. What information can he know? Listen to me!"

Yunyang looked at Chen Ji with a sincere expression: "I have to wait for two-quarters of an hour for your information. I'm not sure whether it's there yet, so I'm very sorry... ah you!"

While he was teasing, he saw Chen Ji suddenly rush towards the housekeeper and pin him to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, a broken piece of porcelain that had been hidden in Chen Ji's hand slit the butler's neck. Unfortunately, he didn't have much experience in killing people, so he didn't cut the main artery the first time.

Neither Yunyang nor White Rabbit made any move to stop them.

The housekeeper panicked, lying on the ground and punching Chen Ji's cheek with his fists, but Chen Ji did not dodge, and once again grasped the piece of porcelain and cut it off.

After wiping his throat for the second time, the main artery in the butler's neck was cut, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

The butler is dead.

Chen Ji stood up slowly. The corner of his eye was punched by the housekeeper, and his palm was cut because he held the broken porcelain piece too tightly. Blood fell to the ground drop by drop.

The rabbit's eyes lit up.

Yunyang also became interested: "You really want to live?"

Chen Ji gasped: "I don't have any information, but give me two quarters of an hour and I will find it for you."

"Oh?" Yunyang raised his eyebrows: "It's a deal, but I only give you a quarter of an hour."
Chapter completed!