Su Yan blinked and nodded.

"Okay, I'll help you."

After a pause, she continued...

"I'll help you get revenge, what will you give me in return?"

The voice sounded puzzled.

Qin Qingyue kowtowed deeply to Su Yan.

"Young Master, I only have this one worthless life. For you, I would go through fire and water without hesitation."

Su Yan thought for a moment.

Actually, it seems that taking her life wouldn't make any difference.

However, this was the only thing Qin Qingyue could give.

After a long pause, he nodded.

"good"

Thus, after a few words of conversation, an agreement was reached.

In the blink of an eye, night fell.

The alley, bustling during the day, is now chilly.

There was no one on the street.

It seemed as quiet as any other night.

However, in the suburbs, there is a large mansion with luxurious decorations.

However, the house is always closed and seems to be uninhabited.

However, at night, you can often see people coming and going.

Most of the time, you can see a group of men leading several unconscious women into the room.

Or, from inside, one could hear pitiful and desperate screams.

Today is a little different from usual.

The men you occasionally glimpse here are mostly arrogant and lewd.

He spoke with an air of arrogance.

Today, the tightly closed doors are wide open.

Several corpses lay across the entrance.

They all died from a single stab wound to the heart.

Blood was spilled all over the entrance to the house.

It seems destined that tonight will be a sleepless night.

The road stretches out inwards.

Every two or three steps, a corpse would appear.

The blood stretched out, extending all the way towards the house.

As they walked into the hall, they discovered a hidden door that led all the way down to the underground.

There was another person lying beside the hidden door, with a sharp knife stuck in his body, dying a painful death.

Peeking further in, they finally heard some noise.

"Please, sir, spare my life! Please, sir, spare my life!!"

It was a man's fearful pleas for mercy.

Knowing he couldn't win, he could only throw down his weapon and beg for mercy, hoping to survive.

It was just a few meters in front of the man.

A tall, slender man was wearing a white shirt stained with blood.

His face was fair, and his eyes were somewhat aloof and indifferent, as if he had seen everything, yet it was as if nothing had entered his eyes.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the dagger in his hand, its blade now blunt.

Throw it away.

It landed with a thud on the ground.

Behind the man stood a pale-faced woman.

The woman was beautiful; she reached out and handed a perfectly intact knife to the man in front of her.

"Young Master"

In a hoarse voice, he respectfully uttered this sentence.

That's right.

These two people are Su Yan and Qin Qingyue.

Su Yan lowered her eyes, and every movement seemed casual.

He took the dagger.

They didn't want to listen to those people's pleas for mercy at all.

They killed them one by one.

In hell, if a devil kneels and begs for forgiveness, it's not because he feels guilty about the many filthy things he's done.

However, I succumb to your power.

A devil is a devil; even if you let him go, he will still be a devil.

So why bother listening to explanations?

However, after killing for so long, those people no longer dared to resist.

They were all terrified by Su Yan's fearless and ruthless attitude.

Su Yan stopped wielding the knife.

She blinked and looked around.

The rooms were made of individual fences, and each fence housed a dozen or so women.

Their faces showed either timidity or fear.

He was wearing jade pendants and his clothes were disheveled.