Chapter 1647: Live up to the Trust

Ye Qiutang's eyes turned red and his voice trembled, "Mr. Song, is there really no other way?"

"No more, and this is the only way...the only way to eradicate the root cause!" Because of his excitement, Song Tianming suddenly coughed, and finally spit out a mouthful of blood. He swallowed the blood foam in his mouth with difficulty, but Song Tianming still insisted, "Miss, please don't I hesitated, if... if I was taken away, your life would be over. In the end, I have no ability to eliminate demons for the people of the world, but I help the evildoers. I... what will I do after my death to see all the great alchemists of our alchemist sect? !”

"The reason why Taoist Ling Xiao asked Xiaoyou Jiang to hand over the token to me is because he trusts me. He knows that I...ahem...knows that I will stop this evil delusion! How can I break my trust?"

Song Tianming's words were so passionate that Jiangcheng Fatty was deeply shocked. Song Tianming was worthy of being the leader of the alchemist sect. Regardless of the level of his methods, his courage alone was far beyond the reach of others. He was a great chivalrous man. , nothing more.

"Senior Gao Yi, I admire you!" Jiang Cheng solemnly clasped his fists at Song Tianming. Song Tianming's choice may seem cruel, but it is the safest. Time is tight. Since the hidden person cannot be found, he will simply kill them all. To avoid future troubles.

Among those who admired Jiang Cheng even more was Song Tianming himself.

"Little friend Jiang, I... I once gave you and this rich little friend a hexagram. The hexagram shows that the road ahead for you two is bumpy and murderous, but as long as... ahem... as long as the brothers work together, with the life of this rich little friend, If you wait and see, you will surely be able to turn misfortune into good fortune and disaster into good fortune. If I perform a hexagram for a period of time, it is rare for a wealthy child to have good fortune.

Fatty was also moved by Song Tianming's almost last words, "Senior..."

"Ahem..." Probably because he had said too much, Song Tianming coughed more and more violently, and his face became as pale as paper, "Don't say any more unnecessary words, Xiaoyou Jiang, you still... do you have anything else to ask me? , just ask.”

Now that the other party had said so, Jiang Cheng no longer evaded, he cupped his hands and said bluntly: "Senior, I agree with your plan, but let's ignore the others for the time being. Commander Zhao is a real warrior on the battlefield. I'm afraid this is going to happen. It’s not that easy for people to lay down their weapons and be slaughtered.”

Jiang Cheng had observed this man before. He was extremely skilled, with a sinister aura between his brows and a sharp weapon at his side. He and the fat man were both wounded. It would be difficult to deal with Commander Zhao and the other two people at the same time. , even a sneak attack may not be successful.

When the fat man heard this, a trace of unbearability flashed across his brows. Even though he knew that these people were just things from another world, existences similar to NPCs in games, it was still difficult for him to accept that they were about to die in front of him with such flesh and blood. What's more, not all of these people are bad.

Only one of the four is crimson, and the other three will be buried with this person.

Hearing Jiang Cheng's words, Song Tianming slowly shook his head, "It turns out that little friend Jiang is worried about this matter. The Ye family has been guarding the border for decades, suppressing the southern barbarians to the point where they can't breathe. This is not only due to the strictness of military management, but also It is General Ye who loves his soldiers as much as his sons. He does not trust those he employs and does not use those he doubts. The border officers are willing to serve him to the death. "

After a pause, Song Tianming let out a long sigh, "Jiang Xiaoyou, could you please call Zhao Dutong in? I have something to say to him."

"Also, miss, and this rich little friend, you...you all should go out."

Zhao Dutong looked at Ye Qiutang, whose eyes were red, with a flash of confusion on his face. However, when he learned that Song Tianming was waiting for him, he still walked into the side room and was obviously more wary of the two of them when he passed by the fat man in Jiangcheng.

After entering the wing, the door is closed.

Sensing that something was wrong with Ye Qiutang, Manager Murong hurriedly walked a few steps over, got closer and asked, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"How is Mr. Song doing?"

"Miss, don't scare me, what on earth are you..."

Manager Murong asked three questions in a row, but received no answer. Ye Qiutang's complicated thoughts were written on his face, and he kept avoiding Manager Murong's sight.

After only a few minutes, or even less, the door opened, and Zhao Dutong strode out with firm brows, still holding the short blade in his hand, the slightly curved blade shining coldly against the night. .

He directly ignored Jiang Cheng and Fatty who were nearest, and went straight to Manager Murong, "Zhao Dutong, Mr. Song, he... um!"

Zhao Dutong flipped his wrist, slashed the blade horizontally, and sealed his throat with the knife. As a large amount of blood spurted out from the split throat, Chief Murong seemed to have not recovered yet. He covered his throat with his hands, He looked at Zhao Dutong with a look of 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 Manager Murong's body shook a few times, a life withered away.

And the frightened old lady stared at all this with her mouth open, until Zhao Dutong walked up to her. The old lady subconsciously wanted to look into Zhao Dutong's eyes, but she was destined to not be able to see them. At the end of her life For a moment, she only saw a flash of cold light.

"Plop!"

The old woman shook her body 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 downwards.

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. We will leave first today. Take care, young lady." After saying that, he took a step back and cut his neck to commit suicide.

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 it 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."