Nightmare Attack

Chapter 1648

Ye Qiutang's eyes turned red, and his voice trembled, "Mr. Song, is there really no other way?"

"No, but this is the only way... only this way can we cut grass and roots!" Song Tianming coughed suddenly because of his emotions, and finally spit out a mouthful of blood, and swallowed the blood foam in his mouth with difficulty. Song Tianming was still insisting, "Miss, don't Hesitated, if... If I am taken away, everyone's life will be over. In the end, the old man did not slay the demons for the common people in the world, but he helped the evil, old man... What is the face of the old man after he dies to meet my alchemists and other masters? !"

"The reason why Taoist Ling Xiao asked Jiang Xiaoyou to hand over the token to the old man is because he can trust the old man. Knowing the old man... ahem... knowing that the old man will stop this evil delusion! How can I lose my trust?"

The impassioned words of Song Tianming also shocked the fat man in Jiangcheng deeply. Song Tianming is worthy of being the leader of the alchemist family. in this way.

"Senior Gao Yi, I admire you!" Jiang Cheng solemnly clasped his fists at Song Tianming. Song Tianming's choice seemed cruel, but it was the safest. Time was running out. Since he couldn't find the person who was hiding, he would simply kill them all. To avoid future troubles.

What Jiangcheng admired even more included Song Tianming himself.

"Jiang Xiaoyou, old man... this old man once made a divination for you and this rich little friend. The hexagram shows that the road ahead for the two of you will be bumpy and murderous. If you wait and see, you will be able to turn bad luck into good luck, and good fortune in death, the old man’s hexagrams are good, and the fortune of rich and noble friends is really rare.”

Fatty was also very moved by Song Tianming's almost last words, "Senior..."

"Cough cough..." It should be that he talked too much, Song Tianming's cough became more and more severe, and his face was as pale as paper, "Don't say anything unnecessary, Jiang Xiaoyou, you still...do you have anything else to ask the old man?" , just ask."

Now that the other party has said so, Jiang Cheng no longer shies away, cupped his hands and said bluntly: "Senior, I agree with your plan, but let the rest of the people aside, that Commander Zhao is a real warrior on the battlefield, I'm afraid it will be like this It's not that easy for people to lay down their weapons and be killed."

Jiang Cheng had observed this person before, he was extremely skilled, with a fierce aura between his brows, and a sharp weapon at his side. Both he and the fat man were wounded. It would be difficult to deal with Commander Zhao and the other two at the same time. , Even a sneak attack may not be successful.

Fatty couldn't bear it, even though he knew that these people were from another world, similar to NPCs in the game, it was still hard for him to accept that they were about to die in front of his eyes. What's more, these people are not all bad people.

Among the four people, there is only one crimson, and the other three will be buried with this person.

Hearing Jiang Cheng's words, Song Tianming shook his head slowly, "It turns out that little friend Jiang is worried about this matter. The Ye family has guarded the border for decades, and the oppression of the Nanman is hard to breathe. It is General Ye who loves soldiers like his own sons, he does not doubt his employment, he does not use his suspicions, and the border guards are willing to serve him to the death."

After a pause, Song Tianming heaved a long sigh, "Little friend Jiang, please call Zhao Dutong in, I have something to say to him."

"Also, miss, and this rich little friend, you...you all go out."

Zhao Dutong looked at Ye Qiutang, whose eyes were flushed, with doubts flashing across his face, but when he learned that Song Tianming was waiting for him, he still walked into the wing room, and when he passed the fat man in Jiangcheng, he was obviously more wary of the two.

After entering the wing room, the door is also closed.

Sensing that Ye Qiutang was not in the right state, Manager Murong quickly rushed over, approached and asked, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"How is Mr. Song?"

"Miss, don't scare me, after all..."

Manager Murong asked three times in a row, but did not get an answer. Ye Qiutang's complicated thoughts were written on his face, and he kept avoiding Manager Murong's sight.

Only a few minutes later, or even less, the door opened, and Zhao Dutong strode out, his brows were firm, and he was still holding the short blade in his hand, the slightly curved blade gleamed coldly against the night. .

He directly ignored Jiang Cheng and Fatty who were the closest, and went straight to Manager Murong, "Zhao Dutong, Mr. Song, he... um!"

Zhao Dutong flipped his wrist, the blade crossed sideways, and sealed his throat with a knife. As a large stream of blood spurted out from the split throat, Manager Murong seemed to have not recovered. He covered his throat tightly with his hands, He looked at Zhao Dutong in disbelief, then knelt on the ground uncontrollably, and finally fell forward on the ground.

Soon, the blood of Datan gushed out, staining the cold bluestone slabs red, and after a few shakes, Chief Murong's body died, and a life was withered.

And the frightened old lady stared at all this in a daze, until Zhao Dutong walked in front of her, the old lady subconsciously wanted to look into Zhao Dutong's eyes, but she was destined not to see it, at the end of her life For a moment, she only saw a flash of cold light.

"Pfft!"

The old woman shook her body a few times and finally fell to the ground.

After doing all this, Zhao Dutong turned around and walked towards Ye Qiutang. The fat man subconsciously pulled Ye Qiutang behind him. At this moment, Zhao Dutong was holding the knife, and the blade was still bleeding downwards.

Stopping three steps away from the fat man, the resolute Zhao Dutong raised his knife and clasped his fists heavily, "Zhao Xiao and his son have received General Ye's kindness, and they can't repay it. Let's take a step forward today. Take care, miss." After finishing speaking, he backed away. One step, kill yourself.

It wasn't until blood spurted from his throat and the body fell to the ground that the fat man came back to his senses. At this moment, Ye Qiutang had already burst into tears. In just half a minute, the people she brought were already dead.

As if thinking of something, Ye Qiutang turned around and rushed towards the wing room. Following the fat man in Jiangcheng, Ye Qiutang had already knelt down in front of the bed, holding Song Tianming's hand and weeping. A wooden hairpin was inserted into the heart, and the wound was still oozing blood.

Different from the old lady who is in charge of Murong outside, Song Tianming killed himself, which can be seen from the hand that clenches the wooden hairpin tightly.

There were two lines of blood writing on the white quilt beside the bed, the handwriting overlapped, a little hasty and chaotic, but the words on it made Jiangcheng Fatty respectful.

"General Ye has the kindness to protect my alchemist family. I also hope that Jiang Xiaoyou will take care of Miss Hao on my behalf. I will live up to General Ye's entrustment. Song Tianming will die in peace."

(End of this chapter)