"陈老三不知道自己是怎么回来的.
处理完王老手家后,他愣愣愣地回到了自己的院子里,甚至没有听到老刘从巷子的角落里向他打招呼.
"结束了!"
陈老三坐在院子里,一时失落.
他逃不掉.
"即使是负责越狱的雇佣暴徒也已经死了.像他这样的无名小卒无处可逃.最关键的是,这背后的人都是皇宫里的人,他怀疑就算县长知道了,他也无能为力.而且,陈老三怀疑那个叫魏的太监并不打算留下任何幸存者,现在整个青崖县都在他的目标范围内.这可以从他之前检查城门时遇到的路障中推断出来.
"如果像他这样的无名小卒能看到这一点,县府的大官员们肯定不会对此视而不见吗?"
"三叔?"
目前尚不清楚过去了多少时间,但开门的声音回荡着.
刚完成训练的陈洛看着坐在院子里发呆的三叔,问道.
"你怎么回来了?!"
陈老三一震惊,立刻坐直了身子.
他本来以为陈洛今天还留在马奎子的地方,没想到,那小子这么晚才偷偷溜回来.现在,他们俩都逃不掉——叔叔和侄子都处于危险之中.
"发生了什么事?"
陈洛立刻察觉到他的三叔有些不对劲.在他的记忆中,陈老三是一个无忧无虑的人,是那种喝酒就开心不忧无虑的人.但写满他脸上的恐惧现在清楚地表明发生了什么大事.
"赶紧走吧!去找你的老师.这是你不能参与的事情!
陈老三心里充满了焦虑.
根据他的猜测,他确信那些人今晚会来找他.到那时,他已经死了,毫无价值的生命也就此结束,最糟糕的是,他的侄子也会受到牵连.他死后,甚至无法面对陈家的老祖.
陈洛正想进一步询问,突然,他感应到外面有几道强大的存在.
这些天,陈洛一直在努力修炼,虽然他不确定自己的能力到底有多强,但他的意识确实有所提升.他一注意到外面的动静,立刻就察觉到了.
"有人来了."
陈洛一把抓住叔叔的肩膀,沉声说道.他不知道这些访客是谁,但他们散发出的压倒性的恶意,连他自己都能清楚地感觉到.
"什么?!"
陈老三震惊的脸色变得苍白,本能地,他试图将陈洛拉到身后.
砰!
他还没说完,门就被踹开了.
三个人,散发着杀气,走了进来.两个是江湖的粗犷男子,中间的那个一头白发,脸色阴险,连脸都懒得遮住.正是那个白发太监,魏公公,早先交给了他的埋葬尸体的任务.
"已经好几天了,我们仍然没有钓到任何鱼.看来你的鱼饵被浪费了.
魏公公旁边的黑衣人扫视了一下院子,确认周围没有其他人,随口说了一句.从他们漫不经心的态度来看,很明显他们已经把陈洛和他叔叔当成了死.
"毕竟,他们来自皇室.他们没那么蠢.
魏公公并不惊讶.
那天他放走这三个人的事实只是他游戏中的一个随意举动.他真的没指望他们能有什么重要的事情.
真正的计划是由他背后的权势人物制定的,而他只是这个宏大计划中的一枚棋子.
Killing someone from the royal family would have consequences far beyond what someone like Chen Laosan, a mere commoner, could ever imagine. To eliminate any potential trouble, the powerful figures behind Wei Gonggong had decided to sacrifice the entire Qingya County.
'Gathering a rebellion.'
This accusation was a convenient one.
Once they had slaughtered everyone in the city, who would be left to argue about the details? They could easily control the narrative. If handled well, these heads would be counted as accomplishments.
Many people were involved in this matter, including the county magistrate of Qingya, who was one of the executors.
A massacre of common people, all in exchange for a twisted celebration. The credit had already been written.
The delay had merely been to prepare the "battlefield." After months of suppressing the bandits, the vengeance for the royal family's deaths would finally be considered "paid." There were instructions from above, and benefits to be gained below—everyone would be happy in the end.
Thud!
Chen Laosan suddenly dropped to his knees, kowtowing deeply to the three men.
"Grand Eunuch Wei, I don't know anything! Please, spare my nephew. I am willing to give my life in exchange, just ask that you let the Chen family's lineage continue."
Having truly witnessed the martial prowess of these three individuals, Chen Laosan was filled with absolute despair.
These powerful figures from the martial world were far beyond someone like him to handle. Although his nephew had learned some martial arts, he was in no way capable of facing such skilled experts. Not even his master, Ma Quezi, would likely be able to stand up to these three.
"You're smarter than those two fools, not using poison to disgust me."
Grand Eunuch Wei's indifferent gaze swept over the room before finally landing on Chen Luo.
"Kill them all."
The voice was cold and indifferent, carrying a level of indifference toward human life that ordinary people could never comprehend.
As the words fell,
There was a flash of the blade, and the person on the left swung his sword directly toward Chen Laosan's neck.
Bang!
A figure suddenly flashed over, and before the knife-wielding man could react, a tiger-claw-like hand slapped his chest fiercely. With a "crack", the knife-wielding man's chest collapsed on the spot, and a large bulge appeared on his back. He flew backwards like a cannonball, hit the wall behind him, and then rolled to the ground. His legs twitched twice before he died.
This scene unfolded so quickly that by the time everyone reacted, the man was already dead.
Chen Luo stood in the center, his entire presence exuding the aura of a fierce tiger. His body radiated a menacing energy from head to toe.
After practicing the Black Tiger Fist for so many days, it had finally found its use.
Chen Lao San, who had been saved, stared blankly at his nephew standing in front of him, unable to believe his own eyes. He had known his nephew's martial arts training, and yet, just a few days of practice? How had he become so fierce?
"I misjudged him. Didn't expect him to be a true expert after all."
Before he could finish his words, the man on the right moved. He wielded a sword, and his speed was incredibly fast. In the span of just two breaths, he was already at Chen Luo's left side, the sharp sword blade aiming directly at Chen Luo's throat.
"Be careful of the sword tip."
In Chen Luo's mind, feedback from an external martial artist brain resonated, giving him guidance.
This made Chen Luo realize the second use of his external mind.
combat!
The 'minds' he was borrowing were all from martial artists. Most of them had died due to vendettas in the martial world, and among them were certainly some combat experts. While practicing, their skills might not have been apparent, but when it came to life-and-death situations, their brains would become unusually sharp and active.
Sensing the danger, Chen Luo took a half-step back and saw the swordsman's blade swipe dangerously close to his throat, leaving only a three-inch gap.
He could even feel the chilling cold emanating from the tip of the sword.
The swordsman who had attempted the ambush also showed an expression of shock, as if he had never expected Chen Luo to dodge his strike.
'Strike!'
'Aim for the throat!'
Two more minds gave their feedback.
Almost at the same time as the mental command, Chen Luo's body moved. All the internal energy he had cultivated over the past days gathered in his palm, and his hand, resembling a tiger's claw, struck fiercely at the swordsman's throat.
With a crisp sound of 'click', the cervical vertebrae of the swordsman who took the initiative to attack were broken, and his head was thrown back irregularly. He rolled on the ground twice and died on the spot. The sharp sword in his hand circled twice in the air and finally rubbed the ground behind him, and the sword was still shaking.
"Who are you?"
In the blink of an eye, his two subordinates had been killed, and the white-haired eunuch couldn't help but reassess Chen Luo.
Martial arts were forbidden within the empire, so how had such a powerful expert managed to stay hidden? Judging by the ruthlessness of Chen Luo's earlier strike, he was at least someone who had practiced for over ten years, a real killer. Why would such a person be hiding in the home of a humble gravedigger?