She crossed most of the capital and came to a dilapidated courtyard. She kicked open the shabby door. The moonlight shone on her body, leaving a slender shadow.
The room was very quiet, there was no one in sight, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air.
Suddenly a knife came from the side. The woman dodged sideways and kicked the man to the ground. When the man turned around, the sword was already at his neck.
A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the man's terrified face.
"Ghost Head Snake Zero Three?" Shen Qing turned his head to look at him.
"You, who are you?"
"Chen Qing."
The bright red blood sprayed on the mottled wall like a fountain, splashing shocking bloodstains.
Ling San fell to the cold ground with his head raised in despair. His body twitched uncontrollably and his eyes were filled with unshakable fear.
"Shen..."
His lips trembled, as if he wanted to make a final cry, but he could only make a weak and broken whimper. The expression of fear seemed to be frozen on his face, becoming the most miserable portrayal of his end.
Shen Qing squatted down, grabbed his right hand, took off his black snake-shaped ring, and put it in his purse.
Done! Number four on the wanted list, worth ten thousand taels.
These ten thousand taels are enough for Scar and his men to eat and drink for a long time.
Shen Qing turned around and took a step when she suddenly heard a faint crying sound. She turned back and saw a little girl in the corner.
The little girl's face was covered in blood and she looked at her timidly.
Shen Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly. She really looked like her...
"What's your name?" Chen Qing squatted down and wiped the mud off her face with a handkerchief. "Where is your home?"
"That's me. If it were anyone else, they would have killed you with a single blow."
"Who made my sister so kind..."
Shen Qing's words suddenly stopped. She lowered her head in disbelief, looking at the dagger stuck in her abdomen. The sore and numb feeling instantly spread throughout her body.
Looking at the little girl again, she no longer looked pitiful, her eyes clearly had a fierce look.
Shen Qing raised his hand and grabbed her neck without hesitation. The little girl struggled in pain, her eyes full of fear and pleading.
"Sister...sister...don't kill me..."
Shen Qing just looked at her with cold eyes until she gradually lost her voice.
"Chen Qing, you're bleeding, go to the clinic!" Point Seven shouted anxiously, "Please don't die!"
Shen Qing's face was pale, and he quickly wrapped up the wound. When he stood up, he felt his eyes go dark and his legs go weak.
This is the price of being painless.
She staggered out of the shabby house, but the weather was not on her side and it started to rain heavily.
"How come I'm stuck with this clichéd plot where killing someone always results in serious injury, and then it rains when you're injured?"
This place was too far from the General's Mansion. With her injuries, she would probably die on the street. There was no clinic nearby, but she seemed to have seen the Minister of Rites' Mansion on her way here.
Chen Qing jumped in from outside the wall and climbed through the window into the room, just in time to stare at Bai Runyi who was embroidering a purse.
"What a coincidence, you haven't slept either." Shen Qing greeted with a smile.
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