Zhang Wang and the others were startled by the gunshots, looked at Tang Miao in surprise, and at the same time felt a chill in their hearts. Is the young master really only sixteen years old? Killed a man without blinking an eye.
Tang Miao didn't seem to see their expressions, put away his gun, looked at the four of them indifferently, and said calmly: "Clean up here, take the body out and bury it." After finishing speaking, he took Charles and Hei Wei go upstairs. If the living room hadn't been cleaned when he came down, then he really had to consider whether to let the four of them stay.
After entering the room and closing the door, Tang Miao looked at her left hand, trembling a little. He squeezed his fist and entered the space.
I don't know when it is raining again in the space, pattering. The cold rain calmed him a little, and he walked slowly towards the bamboo building.
It was not until noon that Tang Miao appeared in front of Zhang Wang and the others again. The body in the living room has disappeared, and the blood on the ground has been wiped clean. Zhang Wang, Du Jin and Xiong Tianhao sat in the living room in a daze. There was a sound in the kitchen, it was Feng Ye who was making lunch.
"Young master." The three of Du Jin stood up, a little embarrassed.
Tang Miao nodded, without saying a word, just took out an old magazine from under the coffee table and flipped through it.
When the meal was ready, the woman came down. When she saw Tang Miao, she was a little panicked, forced a smile, sat far away, and didn't get close to him as usual. At the dinner table, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was very stagnant.
Tang Miao pretended not to notice, and the speed of eating was as leisurely as usual. After dinner, he went back to his room and looked into the space. Tang Sihuang was still awake.
On the morning of the third day, Tang Xin and the others came back. Several people looked good and entered the door talking and laughing.
"Has nothing happened at home these days?" Tang Xin put his backpack on the ground, took off his dirty coat, and asked casually. He was taught by Tang Sihuang himself, and most of the time he can be alone.
Xiong Tianhao and Du Jin looked at each other without saying a word.
Tang Wen and Tang Wu both looked relaxed at first, but they couldn't help but look at Zhang Wang and frowned when they didn't hear the answer. Judging by his expression, it was obvious that something had happened.
Zhang Wang told what happened in a very flat manner, but he didn't hide anything.
Tang Xin's complexion immediately sank, he stood up abruptly, and said in a cold voice: "Because you guys can't do it, should Tang Miao do it? I really want to know, are you the young master, or Tang Miao is the young master?" ? Since you can't do anything, why don't you stop Tang Miao? First tie him up and wait until Dad comes back?"
"We mishandled this matter." Zhang Wang said first. Whether that person deserves to die or not, they shouldn't let a sixteen-year-old do it. Especially since this child is one of their masters.
"How is the young master these two days?" Tang Chun asked worriedly.
Feng Ye was a little ashamed, and said in a low voice: "It looks calm, but his face is not very good."
"I'll go and see him first." Tang Xin looked at the four of them coldly, then turned and went upstairs.
Sitting opposite Zhang Wang, Tang Wen stared at him for a moment, then said lightly: "In this world, our opponents are not only zombies, but also the same kind. If it is the same next time, we might as well consider other ways out now." will not say. After all, the four Zhang Wang were under Tang Sihuang's subordinates, not his. But what is certain is that if this situation happens again, and the four Zhang Wang still behave like this, Tang Sihuang will definitely let them leave.
Tang Xin came outside Tang Miao's room and knocked on the door. Without waiting for an answer, she pushed the door open and saw Tang Miao lying on the bed reading a book. Charles and Heiwei were also on the bed, one lying beside him and the other at the end of the bed.
Tang Miao had heard the movement downstairs a long time ago, and asked with a smile, "Are you back?"
Tang Xin frowned, paused for a moment, and said, "That person deserves to die. If it was me, I would kill him too. You don't have to think too much. Wait for them and wait for Dad to come back and let him deal with it."
Tang Miao smiled and looked at him narrowly: "I didn't think too much about it?"
"Oh?" Tang Xin noticed his dry eyes, "In this case, you can make lunch."
"Why listen to you?" Tang Miao glanced at him, turned her back to him, "Get out, don't bother me with my reading."
"Where did Dad go? Zhang Wang said he went to find us?"
"He's fine, he'll be back in two days." Tang Miao turned a page of the book without looking back.
Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Tang Xin had to leave.
Tang Miao threw away the book and rubbed Charles' head. In fact, he missed Tang Sihuang very much, even if he just said a few words, it would be nice.