Song Liyun sat on the roof ridge, raising her eyebrows as she watched the smoke rise and then die down in the distance. She only stopped when the shouts gradually faded away, and then she clicked her tongue in praise: "As expected of a military city, in just half an incense stick's time, look how many streets have been blocked off."
Next to her was Lin Qingyuan, who was lying on all fours.
Upon hearing Song Liyun say that the street had been sealed off, Lin Qingyuan, who was too busy to get up from the high rooftop, could only crane his neck to look down. Sure enough, he saw torches densely packed like dragons covering the streets and alleys of the city.
"Young Madam, do you think something might happen to that courtyard?" Abu asked from the side.
He was somewhat saddened. This afternoon, the young mistress went to see the eldest son to say that the Lin family was likely to be silenced, and now it had happened.
In the darkness, Song Liyun couldn't see Lin Qingyuan's expression clearly, but she still made a rough estimate: "He should be fine. Those torches are moving in an orderly manner. If someone inside dies, they will disperse to search for the murderer."
Guided by Song Liyun, Abu looked again and indeed saw that the torches were evenly distributed around the alley, without any signs of being scattered.
As the two were talking, they saw a shadowy figure moving nearby, and Old Qian jumped onto the roof.
He went there specifically to gather information.
As soon as they reached the rooftop, Old Qian rushed to Lin Qingyuan's side and whispered, "Young Master, no one inside is injured, but all the thieves are dead. There are no survivors."
Judging from their skills, those guys look like the old gang from the mountains.
Old Qian was a江湖人士 (jianghu figure), and he also associated with Lin Qingyuan on the grasslands, so he naturally knew some bandits who frequently robbed people.
I just don't understand how they can tell each other apart from such a distance.
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