Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Some people say that everything is equal in the world, and Xing Xing is scornful of this.

Man is an animal of interest, and interest is the driving force.

A person’s location and the money he possesses determine which class he is in, including the location of his residence.

Nobles and people do not live together, whether it is Daming or Harleh, everyone takes it for granted.

The houses in the gathering area of ​​the powerful are tall, and the bulges of the domes look like giant heads at night, big, weird, and ridiculous.

There is no quietness here. Many dignitaries are singing and laughing at home, and the sound of musical instruments is heard outside. The sergeants couldn't help but glance at the brightly lit place.

Yingyingchuo could see the figures shaking, those light figures swaying with the sound of music, even if they couldn't see the charming faces, they could still make people feel dry.

There were two talking men outside the door, and when they saw someone peeping over here, they cursed: "Go away! You don't need your dirty eyes here!"

Without rebuttal, the patrol sergeant hurried away.

If they don't leave again, those powerful and powerful will dare to stop them, ask the thousands of households they belong to, and wait for tomorrow to make them look good.

The two men cursed a few words when they saw their interest, then turned around and went inside.

The whole city is silent, even night prohibition, but here is not restricted.

These dignitaries are all relying on Zhuaner, and it is these people who help him control the army and the country.

If it were Daming, then Yu Shi would be very happy to use bullets to tell the violent dignitaries what the rules are, but this is not possible, because Zhuer is doing all this tacitly.

So they are even more unscrupulous.

In the midst of feasting, a few shadows quietly appeared outside a mansion.

There is no wall, and the house is made of piles of stones, which looks very strong.

Three dark shadows looked up at the upper window, one of them pointed to it, and then one dark shadow took a deep breath and began to climb.

There is no redundant structure on the periphery of the house, just slight bumps formed by some patterns.

The black shadow's fingers are like the claws of a goshawk, firmly grasping the bumps.

He even keeps rising with the alternation of his hands, which requires great strength.

The two black shadows below did not worry that their companions would fall from above, they watched left and right separately.

The joy continues, here is the side of this mansion, no one will come.

Halfway through the climb, there were more patterns with different shapes, and the black shadow's feet also found a place to take advantage of it, so the climbing speed was faster.

Soon, a rope slowly fell from above.

Two dark shadows also climbed up.

There are windows on it, no, because there is no window paper, it looks more like a small air-permeable door.

The three quietly entered the building through the small door.

Here is the highest point, but singing and dancing are at the bottom.

The three dark shadows found the master bedroom, and then quietly entered.

The singing and dancing continued until late at night.

The owner of the mansion, a civil servant who was deeply trusted by Wuergan, stumbled up with a woman, followed by two servants.

The servant was staring greedily at the hip that was swaying while the woman in front was walking, and the waist that seemed to be boneless.

Stunner!

The civil officer talked and laughed with the woman. After he got outside the master bedroom, he didn't know what he had done. The woman screamed, and then he was dragged in.

The two servants will be on duty tonight, and if the civil servants can't see that they are doing their duty, then they will be out of luck.

Soon there was the voice of men and women playing around, and gradually the voices became enthusiastic.

The two servants listened to the sound that made their hearts beat faster, and each was **** in their minds.

After a while, there was a roar and a woman's scream, and the sound stopped abruptly.

"Damn it, it's finally over."

A servant whispered.

His companion also licked his dry lips and said, "It seems to be shorter today."

"Drinking can be long or short, you can't tell."

"You know everything, don't you go to that often when you get drunk?"

"Of course, it feels very relaxing and wonderful."

The two servants gradually diverged the conversation. One of them suddenly sniffed and frowned, "What's the smell?"

The other one sniffed his nose and said, "It seems to be the smell of blood?"

Uh!

The two felt that they were afraid that the owner had drunk too much, and the action was too heavy, causing the woman to be injured.

But isn't the door closed? How could the smell of blood spread so quickly.

The two slowly turned around, ready to ask about the situation inside.

The oil lamp hung on the wall, and the light shook slightly, swaying softly around.

Under the soft light, the two servants who turned around saw two pairs of indifferent eyes.

The two men were dressed in black and even covered their faces to prevent reflections on their faces, leaving only their indifferent eyes exposed.

This scene was too horrifying. As soon as the two opened their mouths to scream, the two men in black reached out and blocked their mouths, and then waved their right hands.

The light of the knife flashed, and the throats of the two servants were all severed.

Blood chick chick sprayed in the air.

The two men in black retreated to the side at the same time, avoiding the spray of blood.

A man in black came out inside. He looked at the servant who fell to the ground, helplessly covering his neck, his eyes dimmed, and said with satisfaction: "Just to look like a vendetta, **** is the best."

Daming words echoed here in a low tone, and the three men in black did not return along the same path.

They walked down the steps, as if they were in their own home.

The singing and dancing downstairs is over, everything that should be enjoyed is gone, and a few servants are still cleaning up the mess.

When they saw the three dark shadows coming down, the servants screamed almost at the same time.

Step forward quickly, swing the knife, and repeat the action.

The three black shadows started the slaughter like a killing machine, but after a few breaths, those servants fell in a pool of blood.

The screams and screams alarmed the neighbors on the left and right. Some people were yelling and some people were asking, it was a mess.

After a while, someone came out to check and saw three dark shadows running away.

Those who live here are all powerful, and servants are naturally not qualified to visit.

After reporting to their respective masters, several aristocratic officials were surrounded by servants and walked into the civil official's home.

"what!"

"Killed!"

...

As a leader and a country lord, Zhu Erqian knows the importance of taking good care of his body, so he has entered a state of deep sleep at this moment.

A rush of footsteps came from outside the bedroom, and then someone knocked gently on the door~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The knock on the door was very small, but persevering.

Meiergan was finally awakened.

He slowly opened his eyes and stared blankly at the dome of the palace.

The oil lamp emits a soft light not far away, which makes people feel more sleepy.

He gradually became sober. At this time, the knock on the door remained unchanged, and he asked, "What's the matter?"

...

This time the killing was classified as a vendetta.

"...King, if it is an assassination, it should be silent, so we think it is a vendetta, as for who..."

The deceased courtier was a heavy courtier worked by Meier, who would dare to enter the house and kill him?

It is not a pleasant thing to be awakened by someone, so Zhuaner resisted the urge to yawn, swept his eyes, and said, "Check it out."

His eyes finally settled on a civil official.

The civil official looked blank and helpless, he was the enemy of the civil official who was killed.

Everyone has friends, it just depends on whether it is sincere or not.

The dead civil servants had friends, and the relationship between them was very good.

Meiergan noticed those hateful eyes, and said angrily: "No trouble until the investigation is clear, otherwise he will be punished heavily!"

Public is public, and private is private. This is the attitude of Weiergan.

The civil official also noticed those unkind gazes, and said, "Wang, this matter has nothing to do with me. I went to bed early tonight. Many people in the family have seen it. You can invite questions."

Someone sneered: "Sleep? Do you want people to stare at when you sleep? Ridiculous!"

"All right!"

Seeing that the internal strife was about to rise, Meier stood up and said: "Check this matter right away to see who did it. Before that, we will be safer."

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