Xiao Heye, dressed in a black robe with a dark blue cloak draped over his shoulders and holding a bow and arrows, stood in the center of the crowd. His aura was so cold and chilling that it was hard for anyone to breathe.
Su Tiyue stood not far behind him, and she could see Xiao Heye's every move, but Xiao Heye was completely unaware that she was there as well.
The sharp, cold arrow rested lightly on the longbow. Xiao Heye squinted and aimed at the chest of the person on the far left, applying slight pressure with his arm.
With a "whoosh,"
The arrow flew rapidly forward and pierced the man's heart.
The man let out two painful howls, coughed up blood, and soon died.
Su Tiyue had never seen such a cruel and bloody scene since she was a child. Before she could scream in terror, Han Zhou reached out from the side and covered her mouth tightly with his palm.
She held up another slender, pale finger to her lips, making a shushing gesture.
"Shh-"
He curled his lips into a cunning, sinister smile.
Han Zhou's sudden approach startled Su Tiyue. To keep Han Zhou away from her, Su Tiyue nodded knowingly, indicating that she would not make any noise.
Han Zhou understood immediately and slowly let go of his hand.
Su Tiyue frowned, her eyes were moist, and her face was as white as a sheet of paper.
He clutched his chest with his right hand, as if the arrow had struck Su Tiyue instead of someone else.
She took a slight step back; a faint smell of blood filled the air, making her want to escape...
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Heye's men handed over new arrows.
As arrow after arrow flew out, the people tied to the birch tree gradually lost their lives.
Some were shot through the heart, some were killed with a single arrow to the throat, and some were hit right between the eyebrows...
In short, each person was shot in a different location, and their manner of death was also very different.
The last one, who was about to be shot by Xiao Heye, was a middle-aged man around forty years old, wearing a black and blue official robe. It was clear at a glance that he held a high-ranking official position.
Su Tiyue turned to look at Han Zhou, her voice trembling, and asked softly, "Who is that person?"
Han Zhou replied: "Zhang Meng, Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice."
"Why did your brother kill him?" Su Tiyue remembered who this person was. Wasn't this the vice minister that Xiao Heye wanted Meng Xueji to be his concubine?
Before this, Xiao Heye was planning to win over the Zhang Alliance, so why did he suddenly want to take someone else's life?
Su Tiyue didn't understand.
Han Zhou raised an eyebrow, leaned down and whispered in Su Tiyue's ear, "When the late emperor was on the throne, Zhang Meng was in cahoots with my brother. But now that the new emperor has ascended the throne, he has secretly pledged allegiance to the current emperor. What do you think is the point of keeping such a person around, Your Majesty?"
Su Tiyue opened her mouth, but didn't say anything more.
She seemed to be numb with fear, staring blankly at the tall, aloof figure.
Before Xiao Heye left, he clearly told her that this time it wasn't like that.
He himself said that this trip wasn't for murder...
But why is this what I'm seeing?
His subordinate handed him three arrows. Xiao Heye's expression was indifferent. He picked up all three arrows with his well-defined fingers and then nocked them onto his longbow.
He first drew his bow and arrow, squinted at Zhang Meng, who was tied to a tree trunk and used as a target, and then felt dissatisfied.
Xiao Heye took half a step back, slowly changed his posture, and began to draw his bow horizontally.
Before the arrow was released, he said calmly and unhurriedly, "Minister Zhang, may you have a safe journey."
After speaking, he used tremendous force to suddenly pull the bowstring taut backward, and then released it...
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"
Three arrows flew out simultaneously, piercing Zhang Meng's left and right shoulders respectively, while the middle arrow pinned him firmly to the tree trunk.
Zhang Meng died a swift and complete death; he didn't even have time to utter a wail before his breath stopped.
The bright red blood instantly stained the trunk of that birch tree.
In the dark night filled with flames, Su Tiyue was so frightened by the scene that she lost her voice. She covered her mouth tightly with her left hand, not daring to make a sound.
Tears welled up and dripped onto the back of her hand, burning her fragile and timid heart.
"Slap, slap, slap—"
At that moment, Han Zhou clapped his hands, smiling as he praised loudly, "As expected of my brother, your archery skills are as good as ever, fast, accurate, and ruthless..."
Hearing Han Zhou's voice from behind, Xiao Heye dropped the longbow in his hand, turned around abruptly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips as well.
Just as he was about to ask Han Zhou why he arrived so late and missed the show.
Everyone in the Eastern Depot knew that the brothers took pleasure in killing.
As he turned around, Xiao Heye had a handsome face with a satisfied smile on his lips.
But Xiao Heye was very tall, and through the sparse withered branches and weeds, he saw that petite and familiar figure.
The obvious smile on his face was suddenly wiped away.
Xiao Heye frowned, his eyes filled with coldness. He took a step to the left, his broad and tall figure blocking Zhang Meng's corpse and the birch tree stained red with blood.
He didn't want Su Tiyue to see this scene.
But at this moment, the corpse behind Xiao Heye and the red birch tree behind him were not just Zhang Meng's one.
It's unstoppable...
Those people all died at Xiao Heye's hands.
Su Tiyue's desperate and fearful eyes almost drove Xiao Heye mad.
But he dared not go mad, nor dared he become insane...
Because he knew that would definitely frighten Su Tiyue.
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