Nightmare Attack

Ye Qiutang's eyes also turned red, and her voice was trembling, "Mr. Song, is there really no other way?"

"No, but only this... only this can we eradicate the root of the problem!" Because of his emotional excitement, Song Tianming suddenly coughed and finally spit out a mouthful of blood. After swallowing the blood foam in his mouth with difficulty, Song Tianming still insisted, "Miss, don't hesitate. If... if I am possessed, you will all be dead. In the end, my skills have not been used to eliminate the devil for the people of the world, but to help the tyrants. I... How can I face the great alchemists of my sect after I die? ! "

"The reason why Taoist Lingxiao asked Jiang Xiaoyou to hand over the token to me is that he trusts me and knows that I... ahem... know that I will stop this evil delusion! How can I break my promise?"

Song Tianming's words were so passionate that Fatty Jiang Cheng was deeply shocked. Song Tianming is worthy of being the leader of the sect of alchemists. Regardless of the level of his means, his courage alone is far beyond the reach of ordinary people. The greatest heroes are just like this.

"Senior, I admire your righteousness!" Jiang Cheng solemnly clasped his fists to Song Tianming. Song Tianming's choice seemed cruel, but it was the safest. Time was running out. Since he couldn't find the hidden person, he might as well kill them all to eliminate future troubles.

What Jiang Cheng admired even more was Song Tianming himself.

"Friend Jiang, I... I have read a fortune for you and this rich friend. The fortune shows that you two will have a bumpy road ahead, and there are dangers everywhere. But as long as... cough cough... as long as the brothers work together, and look at the fortune of this rich friend, you will definitely be able to turn danger into safety and turn disaster into blessing. I have read the fortune for a whole sixty years, and the fortune of the rich friend is rare. The fat man was also moved by Song Tianming's words, which were almost his last words, "Senior..." "Cough cough..." Song Tianming coughed more and more because he said too much, and his face was as pale as paper, "Don't say anything extra, friend Jiang, you still... if you have anything else to ask me, just ask." Since the other party said so, Jiang Cheng no longer avoided it, and bowed his hands and said bluntly: "Senior, I agree with your plan, but let's not talk about the others for now. That commander Zhao is a real battlefield warrior. I'm afraid it's not so easy to ask such a person to lay down his weapon and be killed. "

Jiang Cheng had observed this man before. He was very skilled, with a murderous look between his eyebrows, and he had a sharp weapon on him. He and the fat man were both injured. It would be difficult to deal with Commander Zhao and the other two at the same time. Even a sneak attack might not succeed.

The fat man's eyebrows flashed with a trace of pity when he heard this. Even though he knew that these people were just things from another world, similar to NPCs in games, it was still difficult for him to accept that they were so flesh and blood and were about to die in front of him, not to mention that these people were not all bad people.

Only one of the four was deep red, and the other three would be buried with this person.

Hearing Jiang Cheng's words, Song Tianming shook his head slowly, "So Jiang Xiaoyou is worried about this matter. The Ye family has guarded the border for decades, suppressing the southern barbarians. It is not only because of the strict military discipline, but also because General Ye loves his soldiers like his sons. He trusts people when he uses them, and does not use them when he doubts them. The soldiers at the border are willing to die. "

After a pause, Song Tianming sighed, "Friend Jiang, please call General Zhao in, I have something to say to him."

"Also, Miss, and this rich friend, you...you all go out."

General Zhao looked at Ye Qiutang with red eyes, and a hint of doubt flashed across his face, but when he learned that Song Tianming was waiting for him, he still walked into the wing room, and when he passed by Fatty Jiang Cheng, he was obviously more wary of the two.

After entering the wing room, the door was closed.

Realizing that Ye Qiutang was not in a good state, General Manager Murong hurried over and asked after getting close: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"How is Mr. Song? "Miss, please don't scare me. What are you doing..." Butler Murong asked three times in a row, but got no answer. Ye Qiutang's complicated thoughts were written on her face, and she kept avoiding Butler Murong's sight. It was probably only a few minutes later, or even shorter. The door opened and General Zhao strode out with a firm brow and a short blade in his hand. The slightly curved blade flashed coldly against the night sky. He ignored Jiang Cheng and the fat man who were closest to him and went straight to Butler Murong, "General Zhao, Mr. Song... um! "

Tong Zhao turned his wrist, and the blade slashed across, cutting the throat. As a large amount of blood spurted out from the split throat, Murong Zongguan seemed to have not recovered yet. He covered his throat tightly with his hands, looked at Zhao Zongguan in disbelief, then knelt on the ground uncontrollably, and finally fell forward to the ground.

Soon, a large pool of blood gushed out, staining the cold bluestone red. After Murong Zongguan's body shook a few times, a life withered.

And the frightened old woman stared at all this in amazement, until Zhao Zongguan walked in front of her. The old woman subconsciously wanted to look into Zhao Zongguan's eyes, but she was destined not to see. At the last moment of her life, she only saw a flash of cold light.

"Plop! "

The old woman's body shook a few times and finally fell to the ground.

After doing all this, Zhao Dutong turned around and walked towards Ye Qiutang. The fat man subconsciously pulled Ye Qiutang behind him. At this moment, Zhao Dutong was holding a knife, and the blade was still bleeding.

Stopping three steps away from the fat man, General Zhao, with a resolute face, raised his sword and clasped his fists, saying, "Zhao Xiao and his son have received great kindness from General Ye, and we have no way to repay them. Today, I will leave first. Take care, young lady." After saying that, he took a step back and cut his neck.

It was not until blood spurted out of his throat and the body fell to the ground that the fat man came back to his senses. At this moment, Ye Qiutang was already in tears. In just half a minute, most of the people she brought had died.

As if she had thought of something, Ye Qiutang turned and rushed into the wing room. As the fat man Jiangcheng followed in, Ye Qiutang had already knelt in front of the bed, holding Song Tianming's hand and crying. At this moment, Song Tianming had no breath, and a wooden hairpin was inserted into his heart, and the wound was still bleeding.

Unlike the old woman outside, the chief steward Murong, Song Tianming committed suicide, which can be seen from his hand holding the wooden hairpin.

There were two lines of bloody words on the white quilt beside the bed. The words overlapped, and looked a little hasty and messy, but the words made Jiang Cheng Fatty stand in awe.

"General Ye has protected our Taoist family. I hope that Jiang Xiaoyou will take good care of the young lady for me. If Song Tianming lives up to General Ye's trust, he will die with his eyes closed."