Chapter 367 The Sharpest Weapon

Qin family manor.

It is located in an excellent location with good Feng Shui.

Surrounded by mountains and rivers, it is magnificent and majestic. The entire building complex is surrounded by tall walls, and the gate stands tall and majestic, showing its noble demeanor.

The main body of this imposing building is black in color, and when you look closer, it gives people an extremely depressing feeling.

Black seems to have become the symbol of the Qin family.

The solemn and gloomy darkness enveloped the entire manor.

Mrs. Qin specially sent several cars to park on the roadside to wait for Jiang Zhiyue.

When they arrived at the manor, Butler Qin, dressed in a Tang suit, was waiting at the door with a smile on his face and opened the car door for her.

"Miss Jiang, you are finally here. Madam has been waiting for you for a long time."

A humble attitude demonstrates absolute respect.

Jiang Zhiyue felt a little complicated for a moment.

She didn't believe that Qin Si's excessive behavior would escape the Qin family's eyes and ears. There would always be a day when the Qin family would come knocking on her door.

She knew better than anyone the significance behind marriages between large families.

As for the relationship between her and Qin Si, even if Qin Si didn't tell her, the Qin family would find ways to pry an answer out of her.

Since Jiang Zhiyue stepped into this most mysterious family to the outside world, she felt an invisible pressure following her like a shadow.

Butler Qin led her all the way to the room in the back hall. It was a large space with pure white and pure black interwoven, a flawless white ceiling, and a large area of black wall cloth above her head.

A beam of light shone down from the broken black curtain, and happened to shine on Jiang Zhiyue.

She was wearing an extremely plain snow-white shirt, which made her look even more fresh and refined in this space where light and shadow intertwined.

Madam Qin walked out from the side hall of the compartment, wearing a simple yet elegant black cheongsam without any unnecessary embroidery. Only the jade bracelet on her hand emitted a faint green light.

She didn't have much friendliness, and was as cold as Qin Si, and she walked very slowly.

"Madam." It was only after Butler Qin called her respectfully that the delicate atmosphere in the room was eased.

Madam Qin waved her hand and Butler Qin retreated.

In the huge room, only Madam Qin and Jiang Zhiyue were standing opposite each other.

Madam Qin had been staring at her closely, not knowing what she meant, and suddenly turned around and said, "Come with me."

She was a person of few words. Jiang Zhiyue remembered that day at Gu's house, it was Madam Qin who spoke up to help out.

Her most profound impression of the distinguished and taciturn Mrs. Qin was mostly what she heard from Mrs. Gu. Mrs. Qin was also from a noble family with noble blood.

Unlike the ladies of other families, her marriage to the head of the Qin family was not a forced marriage, but her own choice.

The two strong joined forces, and she wanted to choose an absolutely powerful father for her offspring.

At that time, only Father Sheng, Father Chu and Father Qin came into her consideration. Since the former two already had their favorite objects, her choice naturally fell on Father Qin.

Now it seems that Madam Qin made a relatively correct choice. Compared with Father Chu who left without fulfilling his ambitions, and Father Sheng who was terminally ill.

Qin's father was undoubtedly the most outstanding among the previous heirs.

His methods are enough to make every member of the Qin family submit.

His ruthlessness is beyond the reach of other heirs.

There was no love affair between men and women, no entanglement. The marriage between Qin's father and Mrs. Qin was an alliance with the purpose of strengthening the family and reproducing offspring.

Being in a position like this, one must make extra efforts to protect what he has.

When Mrs. Qin saw Jiang Zhiyue, she only said one sentence to her, then opened the door of the partition and took her into another room.

The wooden floor looks old and creaks when you step on it. The sunlight outside the window shines clearly.

Jiang Zhiyue changed into soft slippers and stepped on the wooden planks as lightly as possible, but the wooden planks still made a creaking sound unexpectedly.

She looked down, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

At some point, Mrs. Qin, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and turned around.

Under the light, his face had cold eyebrows and eyes, and his facial features were extremely dignified. His dark pupils were cold but with a hint of sharpness.

She was dressed in pitch black, with no warmth from the sunlight, and had an aura of majesty without even getting angry. She was the well-deserved mistress of the Qin family.

"What did you see?" she asked Jiang Zhiyue, without moving her eyes away.

Jiang Zhiyue saw the bloody little footprints left on the floor. Judging from the shape of the footprints, they were left by a child of about three or four years old.

Next to the quaint red pillar, there is a row of whip ropes hanging upside down. Some of them are woven with burrs, some have rusty sharp blades, and some are whips made of special materials.

Jiang Zhiyue looked around, lowering her eyebrows and looking gentle and quiet, "This is where Qin Si trained when he was a child."

All she saw were traces left by Qin Si.

Mrs. Qin's serious face finally showed a hint of smile.

"What else?"

"After so many years, the wooden planks still make noises when you step on them. This is different from the sound of ordinary wooden floors cracking due to age. This was specially designed by Qin Si."

Jiang Zhiyue looked at Madam Qin hesitantly and said, "A special device is installed under the wooden board, which makes a unique sound every time you step on it. If Qin Si makes the floor make a sound, he will be punished."

This is the answer to why the man is so skilled and can appear silently during the day and at night.

This can be traced back to Brandenberg's warrior training methods from last century. The killer can move like a precision machine, with absolute accuracy, and can even walk without making any sound.

In order to train these elites, the elders would install special devices under the floor for the trainees to walk and step on.

If the trainee fails to control his strength perfectly, the sharp blade will pierce his foot, but this does not mean the end of the training.

Even if the trainee's entire foot is pierced, he must persist in completing the subsequent training. He needs to keep moving forward and control his own strength again and again, otherwise he will continue to bleed and be pierced until his foot completely loses its function.

Even if they fall down, they have to crawl to the finish line, so most of the trainees who cannot complete the training fall at the finish line with blood holes all over their bodies.

Such cruel training was banned as early as the last century because it was too brutal and claimed too many lives.

A person who lives like a ghost.

This is the rule of this training method.

Jiang Zhiyue knew this so clearly because she happened to have read a batch of classical books donated by the Qin family at the Wharton Library.

The above records in detail the training rules of warriors.

This is undoubtedly the Qin family's sharpest weapon, revealed to the world.