Chapter 014 The Four

Lin Cong and his subordinates all died in front of the Fusheng Inn. The only things left in this town shrouded in the pitch-black night were screams and the increasingly thick smell of blood in the air.

Wuqing frowned and endured it again and again, but finally he covered his mouth and gulped twice.

The bloody smell was extremely foul. Not only was it fishy, ​​but it was also mixed with an equally strong stench of decay. Its power could be seen from the caravan at the back that was already vomiting and crying.

Golden Sword and Silver Sword were also vomiting. The two kids had been holding it in for a long time for the sake of their reputation, but now they felt nauseous and vomited so much that they had to hold on to the wall.

Tarona looked at them lovingly, took out a stack of masks with air purifiers from the space, and threw them over: "Boys, share some with everyone."

The golden sword caught the attack accurately. He resisted the urge to vomit, held up the mask, and bowed to the nun in black and white to express his gratitude: "Thank you...Ms. Luo."

He still called Tarona that because the young master also called him that.

Both he and Silver Sword knew that "Ms. Luo" was just a fake identity of the other party, but since the young master did not indicate anything, they naturally would not make any unnecessary moves.

The two teenagers distributed the masks one by one. After putting them on, they felt like they were reborn.

The caravan members bowed and thanked Tarona from a distance with tears in their eyes, but no one dared to approach her and talk to her.

There was respect, gratitude and fear in their eyes.

The power of that sword was so great that even the old masters with great reputation in the martial arts world would be shocked by it, let alone ordinary people like them who just wanted to live a stable life.

Tarona nodded slightly as a return gesture.

She hooked her finger, took out a mask that was more compliant with the curves of the human face and had more sophisticated functions, and handed it to Wuqing: "Put it on."

Wuqing's internal organs were damaged and he had respiratory disease. The air in Yanggu Town was not suitable for him to breathe. His health was not good to begin with. If he inhaled more of this air into his lungs, his lungs would soon be infected, and then it would not be as simple as a serious illness.

"Thank you." Wuqing took the mask, held it in his hand and looked at it for a moment, then unfolded it and put it on.

The effect was immediate; his slightly tense shoulders slowly relaxed, and his furrowed brows softened.

Tarona doesn't like fancy things, so the styles of these appearances are the simplest types, pure white and pure blue.

The swords worn by Jin and the others were white, while the one worn by Wuqing was blue, which matched the light blue clothes he was wearing tonight.

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Tarona frowned.

With a synchronization rate of only 22%, her attention to Wuqing is already greater than before. If the synchronization rate were to go up a bit, would she have to carry Wuqing around in her pocket?

[It’s not impossible. ]

Theseus inspected the alchemical doll while saying, "Wuqing is the most difficult of the four sons of fortune in the world to escape. Put him in your pocket and you don't have to worry about his safety."

Apart from anything else, he was definitely safest next to his partner. No matter how powerful he was, he could not get past her defense and cause her ruthless harm.

So far, he has not seen an abnormality that can defeat Miss Ta.

Tarona thought about what Theseus said and agreed. After all, the [Blood Nun] would not harm the "child" she recognized. No matter how serious the impact was, it didn't matter. Anyway, it would be Wuqing who would be embarrassed, not her.

Wearing a mask, Wuqing, who looked even more frail, looked at Yanggu Town shrouded in the cold moonlight. The town was already in chaos, with noise and screams everywhere, as if bandits had entered the town to rob.

But after meeting Li Zheng and his subordinates, he didn't believe that there would be bandits looting Yanggu Town nearby. Even the officers and soldiers trained by the imperial court were no match for them.

Li Zheng was killed by Lady Luo. The crisis was resolved. In his sleeve pocket were the letters and list that Jin Jian had found in Li Zheng's study. He had found the physical evidence he was looking for. As for the witness...

Wuqing turned around and looked at Lin Cong, who died with his eyes open, with cold eyes.

He didn't know why Madam Luo wanted to travel with him under a false identity, but she saved innocent people behind her tonight and had not harmed them in the past few days. She even showed a lot of protective intentions. He was willing to believe Madam Luo.

It is not a pity that Lin Cong died.

Yanggu Town is too weird, it is better for them to leave early.

Thinking of giving up, Wuqing raised his eyes to look at the black and white nun who was holding the child steadily with one hand, tilted his head to look at the distance, and said: "Madam Luo."

The witch, who knew there were still a few living people in Yanggu Town, retracted her gaze and turned to look at him: "Hmm?"

She only uttered a single sound from her nasal cavity, light and short, but clear enough to be heard mercilessly.

Because they were very close, only a fist's distance away, if the wind blew, the black skirt might be blown to the young man's knees.

The sound was soft, casual yet with an indescribable intimacy.

She always treated him a little differently.

The cooked fish would always give him the fattest belly, the porridge in the morning would be filled with minced meat, and when the wind was strong, I would worry whether his clothes were thick enough...

All these things made Wuqing feel a little misled.

They were not strangers who met by chance on a rainy night, but seemed to have lived together for a long time...

Ah, it must be an illusion.

but……

Madam Luo did treat him differently.

Why?

I wanted to ask this question, but I felt it was offensive to ask it.

Ms. Luo is an expert in martial arts, and although women of the Jianghu are not particular about trivial matters, they also understand the differences between men and women.

If he asked such a question, would Ms. Luo think he was too reckless?

Wuqing pursed his lips, suppressed the question in his heart, and only asked: "What are your plans after tonight?"

He came to Jizhou to investigate a major case. Madam Luo "accidentally" met him. Could it be that she also wanted to investigate this major case?

The chief constable is a man who does not understand romance. He knows nothing about romantic matters. Ms. Luo treats him differently but not ambiguously. He thinks about all the important points about himself and feels that the purpose of his "chance encounter" with Ms. Luo is probably this big case.

So a new problem arises -

Who is Miss Luo, who has an unknown origin but extraordinary martial arts skills, from?

She wouldn't be Cai Jing's person.

Ruthless and determined.

If she was, they would not have survived that rainy night, and the caravan behind them would not have survived tonight either.

Who could she be?

Tarona didn't expect that he could think of so many things at once, but she could hear the basic test.

The witch found a clue but not much and said directly: "I will follow you."

It would be a shame if there is no fishing enforcement for such a good bait.

Upon hearing this, Wuqing was stunned, and all the guesses in his mind became irrelevant.

Follow him?

Not coming for a big case, just following him?

...Why?

The usually calm and peaceful lake of my heart was suddenly stirred up into ripples. I looked ruthlessly at the straightforward and outspoken black and white nun and was silent for a moment.

Tarona didn't notice anything else. She patted the son of destiny's shoulder gently with her empty hand. She had the urge to touch his head, but she held back.

"We'll talk about other things later. Let's get out of here first."

Yanggu Town is about to collapse.

Having said that, she put her fingers to her lips and skillfully whistled a loud whistle.

Inside the Salesian Bureau, a green magic circle unfolded from the ground and disappeared in a flash, taking with it the twelve sleeping babies.

There is an absolute pure land in the ghost domain of [Blood Nun], which is located in the monastery.

There is no blood, no mutilated limbs, no miserable wails here, only comfortable tranquility, warm candlelight, and a fairy-tale cottage.

That was the paradise that the [Blood Nun] most desired to give to children during her lifetime, and it was the most solid fortress.

Tarona sent the twelve children into the cabin, and she also activated a team of household puppets to take care of the children.

She had a feeling that there would be many more children temporarily living in this cottage in the future.

How many will there be?

That depends on how quickly she destroys it.

Wuqing did not hesitate and immediately summoned the golden sword and the silver sword, and arranged everything with just a few words.

The Golden Sword and the Silver Sword were at the rear, the caravan was in the middle, and he and Lady Luo led the way.

After everything was ready, everyone left quickly along the shortest route planned by Tarona.

Halfway through the journey, everyone saw why Yanggu Town was suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood.

A man wearing only his undershirt ran out of the alley screaming. He staggered and his steps were unsteady, with a look of deep fear on his face, as if he had seen something horrifying.

He saw the group of people led by Tarona and Wuqing. His bloodshot eyes suddenly widened and a hoarse roar came from his throat. There was resentment, fear and pleading in his eyes when he looked at everyone.

He took a step toward the crowd.

then--

With a bang, it exploded into blood and the internal organs fell to the ground.

"Tsk!"

The caravan members vomited again.

Wuqing's face turned pale.

Only Tarona remained calm and said, "Let's keep going."

After that, she added soothingly: "Don't panic, it's just their retribution."

After being exploited for so long, we must be prepared to be buried with them.

There are a total of 863 people in Yanggu Town, all of them are vested interests, all of them are Lin Cong's accomplices, and none of them have been wronged.

Even the children were the same. They had informed the adults at home. Two girls who were about to escape from Yanggu Town were caught in this way.

They thought these children were innocent and kind, but they didn't expect that these children were also one of the executioners.

No one can save them.

Everyone will die, and all the sins here will end before dawn.

The sun will shine again, just to make way for the innocent souls.

Wuqing was silent for a while, then led the crowd forward.

…

It took them half an hour, during which they saw more people being blown into pieces while screaming. When they finally arrived at the town gate, they saw a scene that left them even more speechless.

Under the town gate painted red and green, there was a large pool of thick flesh paste. It seemed that the blood, still steaming, had gathered on the ground and formed two small streams that flowed slowly to both sides.

These people wanted to rush out of the town before they died.

They probably thought that as long as they got out, they wouldn't have to die, so they ran here one after another.

But without exception, they died here.

Even after death, not a single piece of flesh or a drop of blood could leave this door.

The two young men and the rest of the caravan had nothing left to vomit; it was no exaggeration to say that what they saw was a scene from hell.

Is this retribution?

What on earth did the people in Yanggu Town do?

The only person who knew the truth did not answer them. She waved her hand and threw out a flickering flame, which instantly burned the flesh and blood blocking the road clean.

"Go."

Tarona, holding the child in one hand and pushing a wheelchair with the other, was the first to walk out of the town.

Wuqing endured the hardship, so she just lent a hand.

Everyone calmed themselves down, supported each other and followed.

Another half an hour passed, and the black and white nun who was walking in the front finally stopped and said: "It's ok, let's rest here."

The crowd, who were so nervous that they didn't dare to stop, finally breathed a sigh of relief. They finally left that damn place.

Just when everyone sat down on the ground exhausted and prepared to have a good rest, there was a sudden loud rumbling noise not far away, which made everyone almost jump up again.

Under the moonlight, dust and smoke rose in the direction they left, and the sound of bombings was endless.

——Yanggu Town collapsed.

The people in the caravan were already stunned, and the Golden Sword and Silver Sword's eyes were also wide open.

How come it just...collapsed?

"Now, we can talk."

The black and white nun "looked" at the captain who had just come back to his senses, and suddenly smiled, saying with a bit of evil humor: "First of all, good children should learn to share."