Chapter 4 A quarter of an hour
Sigh, the colt in the gap, the fire in the stone, the body in the dream...

Amid the inexplicable echoes, Chen Ji didn't know how long he had been wandering in the darkness. It was as if he had been trekking in a glacial river for a century, but he still couldn't get rid of the fog before his eyes.

But this darkness seemed to last only for a moment, as short as the sparks that burst out when rocks hit each other.

Chen Ji couldn't control his body and could only listen.

The sound of wind, rain, and even the sound of oars paddling on the water, as if someone was using a small boat to carry him through the black sea of ​​clouds.

Chen Ji wanted to break through the darkness, but everything around him was as sticky as glue, making it impossible for him to break free.

Suddenly, someone outside the darkness said in a relaxed tone, "Master Zhou, if we are not absolutely sure, we will not come to your door in person. The moment you see us, either you cooperate well and catch Jing Chao's spies in Luocheng, or we will make you live a life worse than death. There is no other choice."

But a middle-aged man was heard saying angrily: "I don't know what I have done to deserve the two of you to kill people in my house. I don't know any spy from the Jing Dynasty!"

The relaxed voice from before said, "On the 27th of last month, you invited Master Li, the Supervisor of Crafts, to drink at Mingzhu Garden in Baiyi Lane, East Market. During the banquet, you redeemed Miss Cuihuan from Mingzhu Garden and gave her to him. However, this Miss Cuihuan happened to be a spy of the Jing Dynasty. She has already betrayed you... I don't need to continue, right?"

"What does Miss Cuihuan's being a spy have to do with me? I have never had any dealings with her before!"

"You want evidence?"

"Correct!"

Inside the room, a girl started laughing: "When does the Secret Service need evidence to kill a spy?"

The Lord Zhou who was being interrogated stopped talking, and the room fell silent except for the sound of heavy breathing.

In the room, porcelain was scattered all over the floor, and the antique display stand that displayed decorative items was also shattered, like a ruin.

In the ruins, seven or eight corpses were lying twistedly, leaving only a middle-aged man sitting on the ground with disheveled hair and a dishevelled look.

Opposite him, there was a young man in a black smart suit, with a relaxed and playful look. Not far away, there was a slim girl in black squatting on a throne watching the show.

The two men and women in black looked to be no more than twenty years old, but they killed everyone in a room.

In the darkness, Chen Ji suddenly felt that these words were like a hand that grabbed him as he was sinking into the abyss, and dragged him back to the world from hell.

"Sir Zhou, who are your colleagues in Luo City? It's okay if you don't want to tell the truth now. We still have a whole night to kill," the young man said with a smile, "Wait a moment, we will bring your family members hiding in Chaimu Lane, and then see if you are willing to tell..."

next moment.

A corpse in the room suddenly sat up!
hiss!
Chen Ji breathed in suddenly, like a drowning man regaining his life, breathing greedily. His breathing was particularly harsh in the silence, breaking the dullness in the room.

Chen Ji sat up from the floor, feeling dizzy.

He subconsciously touched the knife wound on his waist, but there was nothing there.

The girl squatting on the armchair suddenly turned around and said, "Hey, Yunyang, your skills are not so good. Why can't you kill someone properly?"

Yun Yang argued: "It's impossible, it must be that his heart is crooked!"

"If you fail, you fail. Can't afford to lose face?"

"What should I do?"

"Kill him again."

At this moment, Chen Ji had too many questions in his mind: Why was he reborn, where was he reborn, and could he still find his way home? If even such a magical thing as rebirth could happen, would his relatives be able to see each other again?
He opened his eyes: "Wait, I have something to say..."

Just as he finished speaking, footsteps were heard outside, and everyone's attention was drawn over.

But then I saw more than ten men in the same black clothes, escorting seven or eight people into the yard, including two children, one boy and one girl, about eight or nine years old.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Ji quickly looked around: the room was not big, with a mahogany desk on the left and two armchairs and a table in the middle.

Books, pens, ink, paper and inkstone were scattered all over the floor.

crossed?
Is this the dream world that Li Qingniao mentioned?
It seemed as if I had traveled through time and space to the body of a person who had just died, but I had no idea what the deceased's identity was when he was alive.

Chen Ji really wanted to stop and think about his situation, but the crisis before him happened too quickly, leaving him no chance to think.

While he was thinking, more than ten men in black forced Mr. Zhou's family members to kneel on the ground. One of them clasped his fists and reported, "Bring all the family members that Zhou Chengyi hid. He redeemed this woman from Baiyi Lane ten years ago. The two children are their own flesh and blood, a boy and a girl. The others are the housekeeper and the maid."

The dozen or so men in black had resolute expressions and each had a sheathed long sword hanging behind their waist.

Yun Yang smiled and squatted in front of the woman: "Madam, do you know that Mr. Zhou is a spy of the Jing Dynasty?"

The woman hugged the little boy tightly in her arms and shook her head in fear: "We don't know, we don't know anything!"

Yun Yang pulled out a long and thin silver needle from his sleeve and stabbed the woman in the chest like lightning. The woman could not make a sound and fell to the ground.

Exhausted.

There was a cry of grief in the house, and the housekeeper asked at the top of his voice: "Master, what's going on, Master?!" However, Zhou Chengyi did not answer, but just looked at the scene with a gloomy face.

Yun Yang looked at him, then squatted in front of a maid: "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

The maid stuttered, "My...my master only comes two or three times a month. It's hard for us to...to see him."

Yun Yang thrust the silver needle forward, and the maid wanted to dodge, but the needle was so fast that she could not dodge it at all. She could only watch helplessly as the needle pierced her chest.

Chen Ji subconsciously touched his chest.

Yun Yang killed his way to the little boy. He squatted down with a smile but didn't look at the little boy. Instead, he stared at Zhou Chengyi: "Kid, did your father tell you anything?"

Zhou Chengyi's face twitched: "Your Ning Dynasty was founded on literature and etiquette, and you want to torture and kill a child?"

Yun Yang sneered, "This spring, the cavalry of the Jing Dynasty marched south and killed so many innocent people in my Ning Dynasty. Do I need to tell you about poetry, books and etiquette? In addition, you bought a ten-year-old girl last year and raised her at home, and then gave her to the prefect of Luocheng. Isn't she a child? Lord Zhou, if you don't explain, your child will die."

"Dad, save me!"

However, Zhou Chengyi just turned his head slightly and ignored the child's cry for help.

Yun Yang whistled: "You are so cruel, it seems that you have caught a spy above Hai Dongqing level. It is a shame to let you hide under my nose for so many years."

prick.

The boy collapsed, breathless.

Chen Ji watched silently. The child's eyes were wide open and he stared at him before he could close them.

The veins on Zhou Chengyi's forehead were throbbing.

At this time, the girl named Jiaotu came to the little girl, squatted down and whispered: "Just now your mother only hugged your brother, did you see it?"

The little girl nodded in horror.

Jiaotu said again: "If you are willing to come with me and call me sister, I will not kill you."

But the little girl did not agree. She just looked at her father in confusion and fear.

"In this world, weak girls will suffer a lot," Jiaotu smiled and hugged the little girl into his arms: "Don't be afraid, it will be over soon."

She pulled out a silver needle from her hair, the same as the one Yunyang used, and stabbed it into the back of the little girl's neck with her own hands. The little girl instantly fell limp in Jiaotu's arms and was silent.

Chen Ji's pupils shrank slightly.

Yun Yang looked at this scene without caring. He came to the remaining butler and Chen Ji and said, "Young man, you are lucky just now. Since you are lucky enough to survive, I will give you another chance. Let's play a game. Whoever gives information first will live."

The butler immediately knelt forward, crying and sobbing: "My Lords, I will tell you everything you want to know! Let me live!"

Yun Yang was amused: "I just like this kind of betrayal for fame and fortune drama!"

Chen Ji at the side also said: "I don't have any information, but give me 25 minutes and I will help you find the information."

The housekeeper hurriedly explained: "He is just an apprentice in the clinic. What information can he know? Listen to me!"

Yun Yang looked at Chen Ji with a sincere expression: "I have to wait for two quarters of an hour for your information. I'm not sure whether it exists or not, so I'm very sorry...ah you!"

As he was teasing, he saw Chen Ji suddenly pounce on the butler and pin him to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, a piece of broken porcelain that had been hidden in Chen Ji's hand at some point cut the butler's neck. Unfortunately, he did not have much experience in killing people, and he did not cut the aorta the first time.

Neither Yunyang nor Jiaotu tried to stop it.

The butler panicked and lay on the ground, punching Chen Ji's cheek with all his might, but Chen Ji did not dodge and clenched the porcelain piece and cut it again.

The second time his throat was cut, the butler's carotid artery was cut, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

The housekeeper is dead.

Chen Ji stood up slowly. The corner of his eye was broken by the butler's blow, and his palm was cut because he held the broken porcelain pieces too tightly. Drops of blood fell to the ground.

Jiaotu's eyes lit up.

Yun Yang also became interested: "Do you really want to live?"

Chen Ji panted and said, "I don't have any information, but give me two quarters of an hour and I will find it for you."

"Oh?" Yun Yang raised his eyebrows: "Deal, but I'll only give you a quarter of an hour."

(End of this chapter)