Chapter 198: The First Day
Chapter 198: The First Day
Yang Zhendong's brows furrowed even deeper, pondered for a moment, reached out and touched his heart, his brows instantly raised!
This is an internal method, the heart of the corpse is shattered, and the internal strength of the person who comes is not low, at least higher than everyone sitting.
The atmosphere suddenly became solemn!
There was a bold dart master who walked to the door of the dart board, within the red line, looked around, and saw no one, only a row of coffins stopped outside.
Swallowing his saliva, the dart master walked back to the dart game with trembling legs, and said:
"Total darthead, coffin...... There are a lot of coffins, there is a red line in front of the coffin, I don't know how long, it is estimated that the dart board is enclosed, and there is a flag at the door, the flag... The flag reads... It says "Someone who crosses the line... He who... Death".
Yang Zhendong frowned, others didn't know what was going on, but he knew it in his heart.
"You ride a fast horse and report the situation here to the Jinyi Guard in the city, after all, it is the city, and it is a bit troublesome to die someone. After Yang Zhendong finished speaking, Zhang Wei took the order and left.
After pacing two steps in front of the corpse, Yang Zhendong said again: "Global alert!"
Everyone was shocked!
Suddenly, there was a long neighing of horses, mixed with the screams of people!
As soon as Yang Zhendong heard it, he knew that it was Zhang Wei's scream, and he immediately led people to rush out.
"Always be careful!" shouted a dart master named Tang Xin on the side.
Hearing the warning, Yang Zhendong immediately stopped, and saw a huge black shadow flying in from outside the courtyard wall.
"Get out of the way!" Yang Zhendong shouted!
"Bang~~~" The black shadow fell to the ground! Everyone stared at it, a horse body, a human form.
Horses are dead horses, people are corpses, Zhang Wei's corpse!
Tang Xin took a leap, his body was as light as a swallow on the roof, raised his eyes and looked around, and shouted to the courtyard:
"Chief dart, no murderer has been seen!"
When Tang Xin came down, everyone checked Zhang Wei's body again, and the death was extremely ugly, and the same was a broken heart!
The dart masters who pacified the dart bureau were all cold in their hearts, Zhang Wei's kung fu was still clear to them, he was actually killed by someone, how high should the kung fu of the person who came?
"Chen'er asked at the door, did anyone see anyone coming!" Yang Zhendong commanded.
Yang Chen, Yang Zhendong's righteous son.
Tilt less, Yang Chen returned, saying that someone saw that it was done by a person in white, but the action was very fast, and it was not real.
White!!Kunwu faction!!
Everyone in the courtyard looked at each other, everyone was in a cold sweat, what they did, their own family knew best.
Pretending to be the Shuangjian Gate, he sent wine and food to Kunwu to appease the participants of the dart game.
If it is really the Kunwu faction that has come to find it, it is necessary to find someone to go out and report the news, and it is okay to report to the officials. Yang Zhendong was secretly worried in his heart, and at the same time a little stunned.
It stands to reason that if the Kunwu faction wants to find him to appease the trouble of the dart bureau, there must be evidence first.
Moreover, the pacification of the dart bureau is in the city, and it is impossible for the government to ignore it.
At that moment, Yang Zhendong glanced at everyone in the field, and finally his eyes fell on Tang Xin.
Yang Zhendong walked over, patted Tang Xin's shoulder, and said solemnly:
"Brother Tang, this is your best light work, or you try to walk on the wall and jump directly to the opposite courtyard wall, and go out from the roof to report the news!"
In order to encourage his people, he took out another ingot of gold and stuffed it in his hand, Tang Xin took the gold, shook it in his hand, and estimated the weight, which should be done.
Looking for a corner of the side courtyard, Tang Xin jumped up and went up to the ridge of the wall, and Yang Zhendong and the leaders of the dart game were all watching under the courtyard wall.
I saw Tang Xin lift himself up again, and jumped to the opposite side.
Suddenly, a gust of palm wind accompanied by the sound of a dragon's groan struck suddenly.
Hearing only half a muffled snort, Tang Xin fell from the air into the courtyard!
Yang Zhendong rushed forward and touched the dart master's chest, his sternum was shattered, and Yang Zhendong said in a trembling voice: "This... This is...... Done by first-class masters. ”
The rest of the people were also pale.
Immediately another man stumbled from the backyard, shouting as he ran:
"The head of the dart, the third lady went out from the backyard and was hit on the head with a palm, and the body was thrown back, and the accompanying groom was also killed, and the maid was gone."
Yang Zhendong's forehead was already covered with sweat and tears.
The group walked quickly to the backyard and saw two corpses lying on the ground, Yang Zhendong didn't look at his concubine at all, and went straight to the body of the groom.
This groom is not ordinary, only Yang Zhendong knows his identity, and he is the liaison behind him.
said that it was a groom, and he usually helped himself and a few wives drive, but the monthly payment was much higher than that of ordinary dart masters.
If you talk about martial arts, it is only higher than Yang Zhendong.
After a careful examination, I came to the conclusion that it was another fatal move, and it was another heart-shattering move, and there was no sign of resistance at all.
Yang Zhendong secretly thought: Even if the other party sneaks up, it is impossible not to resist at all.
This situation can only show one point, the martial arts of the person who came were too high, and the person who was attacked had no time to react, and his heart was shattered.
Combined with the situation in the front yard of Fangcai, the distance between the front and back is a few puffs of smoke, which means that these are at least two first-class masters.
But are there only two?
To be able to draw a circle of lines in my own big dart game, I'm afraid two people are not enough.
Yang Zhendong is really anxious this time, and he may not be able to wade into this muddy water.
Another scream sounded in the West Courtyard!
To appease the dart bureau, the group ran to the west courtyard again......
......
It wasn't until the middle of the moon that Yang Zhendong stopped, and from evening to now, people have been killed or corpses thrown in.
He didn't even have time to think, everything came so suddenly, and everything showed that it was a premeditated massacre!
Back in the main hall, the surrounding corridors were full of people, all of whom were dart masters, disciples, or executioners of the dart game, and it seemed that everyone was waiting for their attention.
Yang Zhendong drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, then thought of something, and asked: "Why hasn't there been any movement on the official side, it's been a few hours."
"Back to the head of the dart, the brothers don't dare to go out, and the news from the outside can't come in," said a dart master.
The other dart head remembered something and asked, "Didn't the people who went out before come back?"
The dart master pointed to the corpses in the two rows in front of the hall with a gloomy face:
"It's inside, and there have been corpses thrown in since the end of the night, and they are all of us outside."
Yang Zhendong stood up suddenly, threw the tea bowl in his hand to the ground, and made a 'bang'.
When everyone saw this, they were all bold, and they picked up their weapons.
Just listened, Yang Zhendong knew that it was done by the Kunwu faction, but he didn't dare to say it clearly, and said with a crying voice:
"Straight lady thief!Who is this?!If you want to fight and kill, say it, what's going on?"
Follow the sound of swords abandoning the ground inside and outside the hall.
The first day of the siege passed like this.