Chapter 67 They...are they dead?
Han Shuo's heart seemed to jump into his throat. He recognized the vehicle; it was the same pickup truck that had been inside before.
The fact that the car hadn't driven away meant that Fatty and Li Shurou hadn't escaped in time.
The two corpses in the corner plunged his heart into despair.
The sudden surge of his heart made Han Shuo feel a metallic taste in his throat, and he almost coughed up a mouthful of blood.
But he couldn't make a sound now, so Han Shuo could only swallow it back.
Although the two corpses were in a dimly lit corner, Han Shuo could only see the bloodstains on two different arms and could not see their faces.
But! Who else could be on this farm besides Fatty and Li Shurou?
They're dead?
The arrival of the intruder, the presence of the pickup truck, and the two corpses in the garage made Han Shuo dare not think about the details anymore.
Because at that moment, his heart was filled with nothing but endless rage!
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Han Shuo turned and walked towards the Western-style building. This time, he went directly to the side of the building. With the help of a little light, Han Shuo made a throat-slitting gesture with a cold face, and then prepared to sneak into the building through the window that had been opened earlier.
He wanted to kill everyone here; he wanted to avenge Fatty and Li Shurou!
Xiao Zhao, who was watching from afar, naturally saw Han Shuo appear the moment he did. Through the hand gesture Han Shuo gave him, Xiao Zhao knew that he was about to make a move.
With his sniper rifle already set up, Xiao Zhao carefully peered through the sniper scope towards the Western-style building, his target being the man with the gun.
If this person shows any unusual behavior, Xiao Zhao will pull the trigger instantly. As for the others, he believes that Han Shuo can definitely handle them on his own!
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Behind the Western-style building, Han Shuo quietly stepped onto the windowsill of the first-floor window, jumped up, grabbed the air conditioner unit hanging on the wall, and then climbed up smoothly with both hands, finally vaulting directly into the third-floor house.
With agility and speed, the series of operations were completed without making much noise.
The people in the Western-style building were completely unaware that a messenger seeking death had already entered the room.
On the third floor, in the room where Li Shurou once lived, the lights were off and no one was there.
Han Shuo took off his shoes to avoid making any noise, then carefully drew his Tang sword and held it in his hand. He gently opened the door a crack and looked outside.
There was no one in the corridor, so Han Shuo went out and headed straight for the innermost room, because the light was on in that room.
Without the slightest hesitation, Han Shuo pushed open the door.
Inside the room was a young man standing by the window, looking out. He was not a high-ranking member of the group, so he was assigned to guard the third floor.
Hearing the door open, the young man wanted to turn around and look.
Sizzle—!
Before the young man could turn his head, Han Shuo's Tang sword pierced straight through the back of his head, the tip of the blade emerging from the young man's mouth.
One fatal blow!
The young man died without ever knowing who killed him.
"one!"
Han Shuo silently recited a phrase in his mind and gently laid the young man's body down on the ground.
Without lingering, they continued to the next room.
Han Shuo checked all the rooms on the third floor, and apart from the young man from before, he did not find any other intruders on this floor.
Then, Han Shuo quietly went down to the second floor, where he could faintly hear the laughter of the people on the first floor.
Without rushing to pay attention, Han Shuo continued to check the rooms on the second floor. After checking the last room, which was still empty, Han Shuo headed to the first floor.
Just as he was about to reach the stairs, he heard footsteps coming upstairs from downstairs.
"Someone's coming!"
Han Shuo quickly opened the door to the room next door and hid inside.
Then, the voices of two people, a man and a woman, could be heard.
"Brother Lu, I'm yours tonight, so you have to pamper me!" the woman said.
"Hahaha, you've tried my skills before, haven't you? Tell me, isn't he the most skilled person you've ever met?"
"Ugh, I only like you, Brother Lu."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
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The two's flirtatious banter reached Han Shuo's ears, and soon the two went upstairs.
It's hard to say whether Han Shuo was unlucky or the other two were even unlucky.
The room they chose to conduct their business happened to be the same room where Han Shuo was hiding. Perhaps unable to contain their passion, they stopped right at the door closest to the stairs.
The man called Brother Lu opened the door. The room was pitch black. He waved his hand and pressed the light switch on the wall.
Han Shuo suddenly turned around from behind the door and appeared, his Tang sword flashing as he slit Lu Ge's throat.
The ceiling lights were now on, illuminating the room.
Blood gushed out from Brother Lu's throat and splattered onto Han Shuo's face.
The woman behind him hadn't noticed anything amiss yet; she was just wondering why Brother Lu had suddenly stopped moving.
But she understood the next moment.
Lu Ge's body fell straight forward. Han Shuo caught him with one hand and gripped the Tang sword tightly with the other.
When Brother Lu's body fell onto Han Shuo's shoulder, the woman finally saw Han Shuo's face clearly—a face stained with blood!
She tried to scream, but it was too late. Han Shuo's knife moved with incredible speed, piercing from the woman's jawline to the top of her head.
Brother Lu and the woman died within two seconds of each other!
Three!
Han Shuo continued counting the numbers in his mind, then gently laid the two bodies down on the ground.
"Now, only those people on the first floor are left!"
These three were relatively easy to deal with, so Han Shuo ignored the bloodstains on his body and headed downstairs!
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Han Shuo's anger cannot be quelled unless everyone here is killed!
Even now, he still can't believe that the two of them are dead.
The smiling faces of Fatty and Li Shurou from the past kept replaying in Han Shuo's mind.
He blamed himself, blaming himself for leaving alone.
That day, the two of them tried to persuade him many times, but he still insisted on going his own way.
Although Han Shuo achieved all his goals for this trip, the outcome was even better than he had expected.
However, he was unable to bring back Fatty and Li Shurou.
This was his true intention in setting out; he wanted to pave the way for everyone in advance so that the three of them could travel more smoothly later on.
What a pity, what a pity...
"Perhaps... I will follow you soon..."
Han Shuo thought to himself that this was the first time since the disaster that he had felt genuine grief.
Shaking his head, Han Shuo stopped thinking about it. The matter was not yet finished, so he pulled his thoughts back to the present.
He descended the stairs very slowly, taking each step carefully so as not to make the slightest sound.
Han Shuo stopped at the corner between the second and first floors.
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