The Almighty Boss of Quick Transmigration is not easy to mess with

Chapter 1 Opening

At night, Qing Shu sat astride the roof of an elegant private house, with the moon like a hook behind her.

She was dressed in black, with a black veiled hat, and a ridiculous black scarf on her face. The only bright color on her whole body was the white sacrificial sash tied around her wrist.

Her figure was completely hidden in the thick night, with a pair of indifferent eyes, condescendingly looking down at the feasting and feasting by the Linjiang River.

"Flowers move towards the moon and night, who can't bear to miss each other..."

The flower boat was swaying, and the song girl's lingering singing wafted into her ears. Qingshu suddenly remembered that when that poor man died, it happened to be the day of Huachao Festival...

The evening wind blew, bringing a ray of coolness.

She looked at the bustling riverside from afar, with a hint of ridicule on her lips.

What's the red light?
It's just a red lantern with an oil lamp in its belly.

What wine green?It's just low-quality water wine that hasn't been distilled.

The taste is almost the same, and the degree is still pitifully low.

In general, this is just an ancient era when you can't even eat tomato and egg noodles.

The task must be completed today, so leave quickly.

An hour later, several carriages came slowly from the riverside. The carriages were covered with gold and brocade, and the tops were inlaid with exotic gems, so luxurious!

Entering the house, the coachman stopped his horse.

The maid accompanying the carriage held up the lantern in her hand to light the way for the masters to go.

The guards quickly adjusted their formation, holding weapons in two rows.

A woman's warbling laughter came from the carriage, and then a group of men and women stepped out of the carriage.

They were stumbling on their feet, with wild and frivolous smiles on their faces.

Qingshu on the roof looked at the target and counted.

No more, no less, exactly seven.

All here.

Qingshu narrowed her eyes happily, and drew out a long sword beside her.

The long sword was out of its sheath, its body was silvery white, and it was impossible to hide in the darkness of night.

However, Qingshu didn't give anyone time to react.

She jumped down from the roof with a vigorous body like a night civet. The moment she landed smoothly, the sharp sword in her hand pierced the air and cut a silver mark.

No superfluous nonsense.

Blood spurted out, and a man fell to the ground, the frivolous expression on his face permanently set.

"what!!!"

The screams instantly pierced the night sky, men and women fled in panic, and the guards raised their weapons and surrounded them.

Under the black veiled hat, Qing Shu curled her lips into a slight smile.

Grumpy eyes.

She jumped up, tapped her toes lightly on a guard's shoulder, and passed the encirclement smoothly.

Next, raise your sword and drop it.

A one-sided massacre quickly kicked off and quickly came to an end.

Seven sons, seven lives, none of them will be lost.

That night, the residents of the city were awakened by the thunderous beating of drums for arresting the murderer. Seven young men from aristocratic families were killed. The superior officer ordered that the entire city be hunted for the murderer.

The instigator, Qingshu, leaped out of the city wall full of blood.

The figure disappeared into the dense forest outside the city.

In the wild grass deep in the dense forest, six graves without monuments can be seen faintly, and there is a new pit that has just been dug next to them.

Qing Shu took off the scarf, revealing a face covered with scars.

Glancing at the grave, she took off her black clothes and walked towards the new pit.

He murmured: "The whole family is here."

Six grave bags, plus the body Qing Shu is using now, they are a family.

An old man and an old lady, their son and daughter-in-law, and three granddaughters.

They turned out to be just an ordinary farm family. Their life was not rich, but it was warm enough.

However, as the three granddaughters grew more and more beautiful, disaster struck.

First, the old man and the old lady and their son and daughter-in-law were killed, and then the three beautiful granddaughters became playthings of others, suffered all kinds of humiliation, and finally died one by one.

The whole thing is a human tragedy.

Qing Shu's mission in this world can only be described in two words.

--revenge.

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