Mu Hanyan's indifferent eyes did not change at all. In her previous life, Qinglian's miserable, withered face once again appeared in front of her eyes. Endless hatred, and sorrow also welled up in my heart.
Mu Hanyan's sword thrust out slowly, with hatred and sadness.
"I... have no grudges against you, why..." Blood gushed out, pain and coldness flooded the sky, Jiang Zhongtian looked at Mu Hanyan in puzzlement, his whole body convulsed, and his eyes gradually turned gray.
Mu Hanyan coldly glanced at Jiang Zhongtian's gradually cooling corpse, but did not withdraw his sword, but turned around and went out to other places in the house.
"Yohe, finished killing? It's a bit ruthless." Xinghuan Qianji began to flash words again, "But I like it."
Mu Hanyan didn't speak, but shuttled through the house, beheading all the remaining people, leaving no one behind.
"In my previous life, I also slaughtered his whole family like this." Mu Hanyan stood at the door covered in blood, her voice a little low.
"Oh? Don't worry about killing innocent people by mistake?" Xing Huan Qianji asked.
"It would be great if there was an innocent person in this house. In the previous life, there would be no..." Mu Hanyan's eyes turned cold. The people in this house, who is not Jiang Zhongtian's people, have become accustomed to helping the evildoers, and even took pleasure in it in the end.
After killing everyone in the house, Mu Hanyan set fire to it, sneaked back into the city, and changed back into men's clothes. After returning to the house, he applied medicine to himself before falling asleep with his head covered.
That night, Mu Hanyan slept especially soundly.
In the morning, after washing up, Mu Hanyan ate a sumptuous breakfast comfortably, and Xi'er came in from the door with a shocked expression on her face: "My lord, my lord, something serious happened."
"What department?" Mu Hanyan asked vaguely after biting the steamed stuffed bun.
"Mr. Jiang's family has dozens of members dead." Xi'er gestured with hands and feet, and said in surprise, "It was spread all over the city early this morning, and now the city lord has sent someone to check the house."
"Who is it?" Mu Hanyan looked bewildered, then lowered his head to eat the wonton.
"It's the highly respected Mr. Jiang, Jiang Zhongtian, who returned home a few days ago and came back to Black Rock City to retire. I don't know if he met his enemies or bandits, but he slaughtered Mr. Jiang's entire family. Who is so cruel?" Xi'er He spoke with righteous indignation, and after he finished speaking, he clenched his fists and looked angry.
Mu Hanyan was eating wontons, complaining in her heart, I'm really embarrassed, that cruel person is eating wontons leisurely in front of you.
"Anyway, the whole Black Rock City is shocked. Hey, it's too scary." Xi'er groaned.
On this day, the entire Black Rock City was discussing the massacre, denouncing the ruthless murderer, and even many people threatened to find the murderer and avenge Lord Jiang Zhongtian. After all, Jiang Zhongtian was an important minister in the court at the beginning, and his reputation was quite high.
Mu Hanyan was not interested in this, but went to find someone in Mu Hanfeng's yard.
"Has Han Feng come back?" Mu Hanyan recalled the Star Fantasy Thousand Chance Art that he had just learned yesterday. When he walked into his younger brother's yard, he raised his head suddenly, just in time to see Mu Hanfeng's maid passing by, grabbed her and asked. road.
When he came back from the Longyan Mountains, he wanted to return the Hanxiao Sword to him, but he didn't know that he was not there, Mu Hanyan remembered this maid again when he saw this maid.
"No, Eldest Young Master, don't!" The maid shouted in panic, her face paled with fright.
Ever since she saw Mu Hanyan, she had been apprehensive, praying inwardly: Didn't see me, didn't see me, didn't see me. After all her prayers worked, Mu Hanyan really didn't see her. But just as the two passed by, and she secretly patted her heart and breathed a sigh of relief, she was grabbed by Mu Hanyan, and the horror in her heart can be imagined.