The folding fan with a beautiful lady's picture painted on it was full of charm one moment, but the next moment it suddenly became filled with black energy and turned into a deadly weapon.
The edge of the sword, wrapped in black air, was as sharp as a blade and swept directly across the man's throat.
It looked like he was going to slit the man's throat and let him bleed on the spot.
The storyteller had no intention of giving the man a chance to survive.
Evil demons kill when they are happy and they kill when they are unhappy. They never consider that the person being killed is also a life.
It was in order to please the city lord's wife that the city lord issued an order prohibiting killing to all evil spirits.
In the past, the storyteller would definitely not dare to commit such a crime in the street: because the city lord's wife was against killing, he was afraid that she would make him pay with his own life if she knew about it.
The City Lord's wife is the City Lord's beloved daughter, and even the rats in Jiuyou City know this.
But today is different.
This pretty boy who appeared out of nowhere actually dared to question the stories he wrote, saying they were all fabricated and unreliable.
To question the story he wrote is to question the relationship between the City Lord and his wife!
If you dare to question the relationship between the City Lord and his wife, not only will your throat be slit and your blood be drained, but even chopping you into minced meat would be the least of your punishment.
The storyteller thought so and acted without mercy.
The scalding blood gushed out. The storyteller looked at the rain of blood spraying all over the sky and couldn't help laughing. Then, as he was laughing, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He quickly lowered his eyes and looked down suspiciously.
Then I saw faces looking up one after another.
Above the face is a high roof ridge.
But the roof was less than half a foot away from his eyes.
...How did he suddenly become so tall?
The storyteller was feeling doubtful when he suddenly saw a headless body.
Although the body had lost its head, it did not fall down immediately. It stood upright with a sluggish reaction, and had no idea that its head had been cut off.
At this moment, blood was spurting upwards like a fountain from the smooth cut on the neck.
In that person's hand, he was holding a folding fan with a picture of a lady.
...Hey, isn't that his fan?
Just as the storyteller was thinking this, he heard a voice from below suddenly scream, "Oh no! Murder! Boss Qiu! The storyteller in your bookstore has been murdered!"
Storyteller: “!!!”
who?
Who was killed?!
Following the scream, the headless corpse finally fell to the ground.
Also landing on the ground was a head with wide-open eyes.
The storyteller never figured out why he was beheaded and by whom until his death, so he was so angry that his eyes became as big as copper bells in the last moment before he died.
Die with eyes open.
However, the onlookers saw it clearly. When the bookstore owner heard the noise and ran out in a panic to ask what was going on and who had the audacity to kill the storyteller in his bookstore, pairs of hands pointed at Shen Qiqi.
Shen Qiqi, holding a knife in her hand, with blood still dripping from the blade: "..."
Shen Qiqi looked at the long knife in her hand, then at the corpse on the ground with its head and body severed in half. She swallowed with some difficulty.
The bookstore owner was right, she was really very brave.
As a secret agent who had infiltrated the enemy, she didn't hide herself well, but instead started fighting and killing people in the streets as soon as she entered the city... How could she not be so bold as to kill people in the streets?
...So why was she so impulsive just now?
Shen Qiqi thought about it carefully and couldn't understand what she had just done. She only remembered that when the storyteller waved the folding fan at the man, she inexplicably felt a sense of life and death crisis.
It was as if she was the one about to have her throat slit and bleed out.
So at the last moment when the folding fan in the storyteller's hand was about to cut the man's throat, she didn't think twice, and casually pulled out a knife from someone else's waist, and cut off the storyteller's head with lightning speed.
So things became what they are now.
Seeing that the murderer was a delicate and weak girl, Boss Qiu was slightly stunned.
He probably didn't expect that a girl who looked as delicate and tender as a flower could be so cruel.
But the stunned moment only lasted for a moment.
Especially after Boss Qiu figured out the whole story, he dared not let himself be stunned any longer.
The murderer killed the storyteller, who worked for the city lord. Daring to kill the storyteller was a blatant challenge to the city lord's authority... In this situation, if he still forgets to quickly execute the murderer to express his absolute protection and loyalty to the city lord, he might not even wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival lanterns are lit, and he will be the next person to be beheaded!
Thinking of the consequences, Boss Qiu dared not delay any longer and hurriedly shouted at the top of his voice: "Come on, come on, come on, quickly, take that little girl down for me!"
People were waiting on the side, and before Boss Qiu's voice fell, a dozen thugs armed with machetes surrounded Shen Qiqi and Xie Beiming.
Shen Qiqi: “…”
...It's really a bad start.
There is more than one way to save someone. She could have chosen a gentler one, but she just chose the most intense one.
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be the trouble we have now.
I really don't know why I suddenly became so angry. It felt like I had some deep and irreconcilable hatred with the storyteller.
However, in fact, it was the first time she met the other party. They had never spoken a word to each other and had no intersection.
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