The raindrops seemed black as well.

The water meets the sky, and in the gloomy sky, the fishing fires flicker, as if they were ghosts from the other side. The last sound of the strings fades away, and the night becomes exceptionally quiet.

At this moment, a woman's scream broke through the long night.

"Murder, murder——"

The guards were sitting together in several small boats gathered far away from the pleasure boat, waiting for Fan Cheng's signal. When they suddenly heard the shrill howl, they were all startled at the same time.

"What's going on? It's been so long, why are you still making trouble?" asked the leading guard.

"The young master hasn't sent any souvenirs yet, so let's wait a little longer." Someone said.

Having been Fan Cheng's bodyguard for so many years, the most important thing is to guess the master's mind. Such things are common. Fan Cheng has been the young master of the Fan family for so many years. In addition to the women he has been close to, he has also ruined many good girls. Situations like tonight have happened more than once. Those poor women were kidnapped to the boat or the outer house and allowed to be bullied by Fan Cheng. After the deed was done, he gave them some silver to send them off. Those women were from poor families and had nowhere to appeal, so they could only let it go.

He Yan will also be one of them.

Originally Miss He was deeply in love with Fan Cheng, so there was no need to make such a fuss. However, she was really angry after seeing such a commotion at the door of Fan's house, and wanted to break up with Fan Cheng. However, Fan Cheng was aroused, and if soft tactics didn't work, he would use hard tactics.

All these guards had to do was to bring He Yan to Fan Cheng and clean up the mess afterwards.

"I don't think something is right." The leading guard stood up and looked from the bow. He saw that the pleasure boat where Fan Cheng was was shaking violently in the river. The shaking was so severe that it looked like someone was fighting inside.

"No, there's a problem!" he shouted, "Everyone get up! Hurry over, there's something wrong on the ship!"

The rest of the people were all startled and quickly paddled their boats towards the boat. When they were still some distance away, they suddenly saw a woman running out of the boat. The woman was stumbling and panicking. It was He Yan. She seemed to be avoiding someone and fell headfirst into the river with a scream.

The surging river quickly submerged her, making almost no sound, like a stone, only causing a cluster of splashes on the water surface, and then no more movement.

"Young Master!" the guard couldn't help but call out.

No one cared about He Yan's life or death. When the boat was about to approach the boat, the leading guard used his Qinggong to pass the bow of the boat and climbed onto the boat. He walked into the boat and saw someone with his back to him. It was a man with a sweat towel covering his face, leaving only his eyes exposed. His face was blurred under the dim light. At his feet, Fan Cheng was lying on his back, lying in a pool of blood.

The masked man held a dagger in his hand.

The guards were terrified. They had never expected such a person to appear on the boat. Looking at Fan Cheng again, they were afraid that he was a dangerous person. They were frightened and angry at the same time. Without thinking, they rushed towards the masked man: "How dare you!"

The masked man sneered and struggled with the guards.

The sound of fighting rang out in the boat, and the boat was shaking more and more violently. The other guards also caught up with the boat. Seeing that the enemy was outnumbered, the masked man did not want to fight anymore. He chopped off the guard's sword with a knife and jumped into the river without thinking.

"Catch him!" the guard leader shouted, "He killed the young master!"

Everyone followed, but found that the masked man was very cunning. The guards all boarded the boat. They thought he had jumped into the river, but he actually boarded the small boat they had just come from.

This was the center of the river. Although some people could swim, it was too dark at night and they were bound to run into danger. However, the boat was light and thin, and it moved very fast along the current. If the boat was a little heavier, even if several people rowed together, they would still be half a step behind the masked man.

One after another, in the drizzle, no one saw the escape and murder in the river.

When they were almost at the shore, the masked man threw away the oar in his hand, tiptoed onto the river bank, and disappeared on the shore. The leader of the guards said, "Leave two people to find the city defenders, and the rest of you follow me!"

Although it was night, it was not late at night. There were still small vendors doing business on both sides of the Chunlai River. But suddenly a masked man came running from the dock. He came in a hurry, crashing into countless small stalls. Following behind him was a group of guards. He was full of murderous aura and made people feel scared.

"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?" The vendor whose stall was knocked over dared not say anything and bent down to pick up the fruits and vegetables scattered on the ground.

"It seems like a murder has happened. The people chasing after them are definitely not ordinary people."

"Thank goodness, things have been so unsettled lately."

…

The water by the river had a fishy smell. Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the water, first grabbing a stone on the shore, and then the whole person was pulled out of the water, bringing with him a fishy smell.

He Yunsheng was shaking all over. He didn't dare to move too early to avoid being discovered. He stayed underwater for a long time before quietly swimming downstream. His face was pale and his lips were dark purple. He didn't know if it was because the river water was too cold and he had been soaking for too long, or if he was just scared.

He was still holding a basket tightly in his hand, and inside it were the clothes that He Yan had brought him from the tailor shop. It was a basket for snacks on the boat, and He Yan put the clothes in it and covered them. The clothes were clean and dry, not soaked by the water. He took off the women's clothes on his body, rolled them into a ball and threw them into the basket, then tied a few heavier stones to the basket and threw the basket into the river.

The river water instantly swallowed up the basket.

He put on his new spring clothes, which were well-fitting and beautifully designed, and came with a futon of the same color, which was just enough to hide his wet hair. As he put them on, his throat choked up.

However, he didn't have much time to be afraid here, as He Yan's words were still ringing in his ears.

"You need to change into clean clothes and sneak home, and be quick."

It has to be fast.

He staggered, took a shortcut, and walked quickly towards home.

It seemed that the city garrison was arresting people everywhere. As He Yunsheng was walking, he heard people talking on the street.

"I heard someone was killed on a boat on the river. It was a tragic death."

"Who?"

"I don't know, he's the young master of a wealthy family. Didn't you see the city guards looking for him everywhere?"

"With so many people here, the murderer must have no chance of escaping, and he may have been caught. Oh, the rain is endless, and my clothes are soaked."

The sound of conversation gradually faded away until it could no longer be heard.

Faster, faster.

A young man in a blue shirt and a bun was walking quickly along the street. His spring clothes were still thin, and he probably felt cold on such a rainy day. He shivered and tightened his clothes, then hurried home.

The rain was getting heavier, and pedestrians without umbrellas hurried to take shelter. The vendors hid under the eaves, calling out to passers-by who took a look. Tonight seemed no different from last night.

"Sister..." Someone whispered to himself, like the wind on a spring night, falling in the drizzle, leaving no trace.

The boy walked forward with his head down, not looking back, tears falling down his face.