Chapter 15: All dead...

Tang Jinlou has been here once. It’s only a few days away now. This time he leads Su Yanyue to come here again and is familiar with it.

The night was already approaching, and the sky was pitch black. That night, dark clouds were everywhere, and even the moon or a little star could not be seen. It was really impossible to see the five fingers. When the two of them came to Qian Tong's courtyard with their waists and carefulness, Tang Jinlou suddenly felt aroused in his heart, and a thought arose in his heart:

"The night of murder in the dark moon and winds high!"

But he did not come to kill people this time, or he did not come to kill people specifically. He only needed to let Qian Tong tell who ordered him back then. Perhaps Qian Tong didn't know the truth, but it didn't matter much. He already knew. What he wanted to do was just to find a way to let Su Yanyue know too.

The two of them came to the window. Tang Jinlou was about to break into the window, but suddenly frowned and grabbed Su Yanyue. A black shadow flashed, and the two of them had already hid in the corner not far away.

A man slowly walked towards this side.

The night was surprisingly dark. Tang Jinlou couldn't see clearly what the man looked like. He looked over with all his concentration and could only see a dark shadow. He walked over step by step, his steps were very firm, but the pace was really slower.

Tang Jinlou had a thought and thought:

"It's Zhou Guoqiang."

The man also came to the window, and the faint light of the oil lamp in the house overflowed. Tang Jinlou could see clearly that the man was Zhou Guoqiang.

Tang Jinlou was consciously pulling Su Yanyue at him. Zhou Guoqiang's martial arts had definitely come into the house. He didn't want Zhou Guoqiang to know that he was here.

Zhou Guoqiang stretched out his hand, knocked on the window ridge three times, and whispered: "I'm here."

Su Yanyue frowned in confusion. Tang Jinlou turned his head, shook his head slightly, and signaled her to silence.

After a while, a voice came from the room: "I have already arranged it, Guoqiang, thank you for giving me these ten days...you can take my life."

Tang Jinlou turned his head and looked at Su Yanyue. He remembered what Zhou Guoqiang said today that "can take revenge with his own hands."

However, Zhou Guoqiang did not go into the house immediately. He stood by the window, and the faint light from the room shone on his face. Tang Jinlou looked at him, and saw that his face looked hesitant in his gloomy face, and obviously he was struggling in his heart.

He stretched out his right palm and placed it on his chest, but said slowly: "Qian Tong, I haven't seen anyone using the whip that day..."

The room was silent for a while, and Qian Tong said, "I said, I didn't kill anyone."

Tang Jinlou looked carefully and saw that Zhou Guoqiang's expression had changed. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, I'll give you another chance. As long as you can tell them their whereabouts, the grudges and grudges between us will be eliminated."

He raised his hand, as if he was a little excited, his hands trembled. Qian Tong had said before that he could never find them again, but how could he believe such words?

A moment later, a sound came from the room:

"They are all dead."

Zhou Guoqiang felt cold in his heart, and his face suddenly became dark. Suddenly, a sigh came, Qian Tong sighed heavily, and Zhou Guoqiang's heart moved.

Qian Tong's voice came slowly, as tired and old as ever:

"Zheng'er already knows that I'm suffering from a 'terminal disease' and it's hard to cure it. He stayed with me for a few days, and today I drove up the mountain. Guoqiang. I want to thank you. Zheng'er has never cared about me as a father so much..."

Qian Tong stopped, Zhou Guoqiang was silent for a moment, and said coldly: "Why do you have to thank me? You value friendship so much. Your brothers back then must be very grateful to you."

Qian Tong did not answer his words, but instead said softly to himself: "When I arrived in Qinghe Town, it was already half a beat late for the people who went there first. The first thing I saw was corpses and blood dripping from the ground. The people with me were excited, stepping on the corpses of the townsmen to search for anything they wanted. I was like them, but I rushed into the courtyards of each household, killing people and snatching money, but on the other side, my heart was almost blank, and there was a buzzing sound in my mind, only one thought was circling, 'There will be retribution', I know, there will be retribution." Qian Tong murmured, his voice slightly undeniable.

Tang Jinlou looked carefully. When Zhou Guoqiang listened to his words, the muscles on his face had already trembled. His back warmed up and turned his head. Su Yanyue leaned gently on him. Tang Jinlou reached out and held Su Yanyue's little hand.

"Retribution came soon. When we arrived in Qingquan Town, we met a master. Everyone died in his hands, and only I survived... Didn't you ask me how the scar on my forehead came from? In fact, it wasn't a fall. This was a sword mark left to me by that person." Qian Tongping said often, as if he accidentally cut his hand in the morning when he cut vegetables. There was no meaning of hatred, resentment, anger, or regret in his tone, just a common saying.

Zhou Guoqiang suddenly shook all over and said in a lost voice: "Are all dead?"

Qian Tong replied lightly: "Everyone is dead. I'm the only one left, so it's time to die."

Zhou Guoqiang murmured, "Everything is dead..." He didn't know whether he should be happy or painful, but for a moment, he was mixed with emotions, making him in a trance and difficult to tell.

Zhou Guoqiang said suspiciously: "Since you are all dead, why can you escape?"

"I beg him to spare my life. He let me go, but I just squandered my martial arts." Qian Tong said lightly. This sentence was natural and not squinted, as if asking someone to spare my life was like cutting vegetables to cut a finger. It was a small probability but also a normal event.

Zhou Guoqiang was completely stunned and said blankly: "Since you can beg for mercy, others will, of course, those people are still alive, right?"

Qian Tongdao: "I said that they are all dead."

"You are lying!" Zhou Guoqiang said angrily.

Qian Tong was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "Guoqiang, you always want me to tell me about other people. Don't you want to kill me?"

Zhou Guoqiang was stunned and then said angrily: "Do you still want to live?"

Qian Tong sighed and said, "I knew that you were weak-hearted and could not do this after all. Since I was the one who committed the sin back then, I will settle this grudge today."

Zhou Guoqiang was stunned and then shouted, "Stop!" At the same time, a figure rushed up and smashed the window with one palm. He shouted, "Old Qian, don't do stupid things!"

When Su Yanyue heard Qian Tong talk, she subconsciously wanted to rush out. After all, before she could ask who the mastermind was, she had just moved and was pulled back by Tang Jinlou. Then she saw the man breaking the window, and she had the same idea as Zhou Guoqiang in her heart: Who is this person?

They didn't notice this person at all, but Tang Jinlou noticed that this person quietly hid in another nearby courtyard shortly after Zhou Guoqiang spoke. Zhou Guoqiang and Su Yanyue were both focused on Qian Tong, so where could he pay attention to him?

The window broke, and the two looked into the room, stunned. Qian sat at the table with her mouthful of tea, and a short dagger was placed on the table. The man relaxed and scolded, "Old Qian, your family is so poor. If you die, you have to think about your son?"

The window was gone, and the light shone through the room was much brighter. Tang Jinlou looked at the man, and his eyebrows were familiar. After thinking for a moment, he remembered that he had greeted Zhou Guoqiang that day, with his surname Lin, and Zhou Guoqiang respectfully called him Mr. Lin.

Mr. Lin turned his head, looked at Zhou Guoqiang, and said lightly for a while: "Hiss Zhou, you clearly know that Qian Tong is not your real enemy. Do you have to kill him?"

Qian Tongdao: "Lao Lin, you are wrong. I also killed people in Qinghe Town back then. If this is not his enemy, what should I count as?" He paused, his eyes were a little dim, and he said, "Lao Lin, I have been against you all these years, but in the future, I still have to rely on you to help you."

Mr. Lin frowned and paid attention to the dagger on his desk, and said cautiously: "Is this a entrusting person? Tell you that I don't accept entrusting person, don't think of committing suicide." As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Tong smiled slightly, and suddenly the muscles on his face stagnated and fell down like that.

Mr. Lin and Zhou Guoqiang were both stunned. They even forgot to see if he was asleep or dead - wasn't his dagger still on the table and didn't move?

But it was no longer necessary. Of course he was dead. When Qian Tong fell down, he knocked over the teacup. The tea water flowing out inside turned out to be black.

poison.

Zhou Guoqiang murmured, "Everything is dead, all is dead?" I wonder if he remembered what Qian Tong said just now.
Chapter completed!