Chapter 20 Bloody Wedding Banquet
It gets dark very early today.
Dark clouds hung low, but there was no wind. It was very dull, and even the cicadas were feeble.
Leaving Baicaotang, Lin Bai passed by Mu Zhen's bun shop.
The door is closed and there is no light. The two minions were standing guard in the distance, slapping their bodies constantly, as if they were chasing away mosquitoes.
Lin Bai ignored it and went straight home.
After waiting for an hour, he changed into coarse cloth clothes, put on a bamboo hat, put on a raincoat, and went out with his face covered.
The street was pitch dark, with only scattered pedestrians, and Lin Bai avoided all of them.
Exit the alley onto the street and walk southwest.
He walked cautiously and stopped all the way until he arrived outside Ren Biao's manor.
Although the manor was built in the poor North City, it occupies a very large area, has rockery ponds, carved beams and painted buildings, and is extremely luxurious.
Every brick and tile here was built by Ren Biao with the blood and sweat of the people of Beicheng over the years.
Lin Bai looked at the gate of the manor from a distance, where red lanterns were lit and there was an endless stream of guests celebrating their birthdays.
Ren Biao stood at the door to greet the guests, his face flushed.
This is not the place to get started. Firstly, they were too far apart; secondly, there were too many people. It was not the fear of accidental injury, but the fear of missing a hit, which made Ren Biao alert.
Although he could go forward and kill him, he had to be steady in case there was a master in the manor.
This is not cowardice.
Lin Bai observed for a while, then carefully left, preparing to change places to investigate.
It's always a good idea to err on the side of caution.
Sure enough, after walking around the manor, there were seventeen hidden sentries outside the manor.
This was nothing to worry about. Lin Bai carefully avoided it and came to the gate of the manor again, continuing to observe the visitors.
The people who came to celebrate the birthday were all well-dressed, but their status should not be high, because Ren Biao who greeted the guests just gave him a hand, without much respect.
After a while, a carriage came. Before anyone could get off, Ren Biao immediately trotted up to meet it, hunching his waist, showing off his flattery.
"Elder Tong?" Lin Bai frowned in thought.
However, no, a middle-aged man in rich clothes got out of the carriage. Everyone at the door saluted and called him the county magistrate.
At this moment, the wind suddenly picked up, and another lightning flashed in the sky.
Ren Biao bent down and led the county magistrate into the manor, ignoring the subsequent guests.
After a while, the rain turned from sparse to heavy, and the smell of earth arose on the ground.
Lin Bai pressed his hat and came to a wall. First, listen quietly to what's going on inside, then take a lucky leap and climb up the wall.
Red lanterns are hung high in the manor, and people come and go. Although it rains non-stop, it can't hide the joyful mood.
A stage was set up in the open space in front of the hall, and they were singing in the rain.
Because it was a thunderstorm, Lin Bai did not dare to hide in the tree. He just leaned on the wall and silently waited for the opportunity.
After a long time, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the thunder kept roaring.
Lin Bai was soaked in the rain and was moved by the scene, feeling in his heart:
"It was raining heavily last night, so I waded across the river; or was it the light rain of apricot blossoms, so I walked on the muddy path?"
Seeing the prosperity of the manor, and the dilapidated houses in the distance clearly visible during the lightning flash, Lin Bai sighed again:
"Is the place I went to yesterday a prosperous place with many houses, or is it a humble and unspeakable small house?"
Hearing the song and dance of orioles in the manor again, noisy and festive, Lin Bai sighed again:
“I don’t know whether yesterday I was singing softly and singing softly, or chattering and making endless noises.”
Lin Bai thought for a while, only remembering that he ran all the way last night, and seemed to have forgotten the details. The more I thought about it, the more itchy my heart became. I just looked forward to waiting for this matter to pass before asking Mu Zhen for advice.
Putting aside distracting thoughts, Lin Bai concentrated on paying attention.
The brightest place in the hall, where the crowd gathered, was where Ren Biao's mother was.
In the corridor outside, there were many gangsters drinking and gambling.
Nothing unusual. At the beginning of Haishi, the guests gradually left.
After waiting for another half an hour, the rain still continued, and the county magistrate also left. Ren Biao personally held an umbrella to see him off, which was very respectful.
Lin Bai was waiting for Magistrate Dog to leave! The county magistrate had a steady pace and a heavy drinking capacity. He obviously had internal skills, and Lin Bai didn't want to go one-on-one.
After waiting quietly, Ren Biao came back after a quarter of an hour.
Lin Bai came down from the wall and began to use Wuji Kung Fu, feeling the chill disappear from his body.
The flying knife in his sleeve fell into his hand, silently counting the distance.
"It's raining. Two hundred steps may not make it possible..." Lin Bai punched his arm hard, and the flying knife came out like lightning, breaking through the rain curtain!
Ren Biao had a smile on his face and was talking to his followers. Suddenly he heard the sound of breaking wind and immediately evaded.
But the flying knife arrived in the blink of an eye and headed towards his heart. Ren Biao was unable to dodge and hit his left shoulder.
Ren Biao really had been licking blood from the knife edge for many years. He didn't even look at the wound. He directly grabbed the man holding the umbrella for him and protected him in front of him. He shouted to the place where the flying knife came from: "Who is this friend? Why don't you show up?" See you?”
Following this shout, before the follower behind Ren Biao could react, he saw a black shadow coming from a distance.
The man wore a bamboo hat, a raincoat and a knife in his hand. He was running as fast as thunder and was a hundred steps away in the blink of an eye.
Ren Biao was very sure that he was definitely not this person's enemy.
"Someone! Come quickly!"
Although Ren Biao was drenched by the rain, he still felt that his throat was dry, and he didn't know when he provoked such a vicious person to come to visit him on his birthday.
Just as he was about to look for an opportunity to escape, he saw a bit of cold star flying out of the assassin's hand.
This time the flying knife was faster than the one before. Under the bright red lantern, the flying knife was given a blood-red color, like a blood line in the pouring rain.
Ren Biao knew he could no longer run away, so he held the man holding the umbrella in front of him as a human shield.
Between the lightning and flint, the flying knife is about to arrive. It passed through the human shield like a torrent, and actually pierced Ren Biao's hand, and then the power of the flying knife was released.
Ren Biao was frightened and felt a sharp pain in his palms. When he looked up, he saw that the assassin was ten steps away with a hatchet in his hand and his feet breaking through the stone slabs, causing the rain to stir up.
"Hero! I have something to say..."
Before he could finish begging for mercy, he saw the assassin leaping up, raising his sword and slashing at him, his momentum was like splitting a mountain and slicing the sea.
Ren Biao turned around to escape, but it was too late. The hatchet entered from his neck, like a hot knife entering oil, and slanted down.
A bolt of thunder fell, the light was dazzling, and Ren Biao was already broken into two pieces, and the raindrops fell, all red.
The assassin did not stop at all, and did not use the throwing knife. He only stepped forward with a hatchet, and six or seven more people were killed immediately.
Everyone in the Qinglong Gang finally came to their senses and stepped forward to besiege the assassin.
The assassin was extremely calm and only looked for the nearest target to attack. It was not known how advanced his sword skills were, but his hands and feet were extremely fast. His sword danced like a fire dancing on a silver snake, and immediately a pool of blood arose.
Just as the tea was being served, there were many people with broken arms and hands lying on the ground, and the rest of the gang did not dare to come forward no matter what.
Lin Bai also stopped, holding his hatchet upside down, pressing his bamboo hat, and looked around at everyone.
Everyone in the Qinglong Gang met the demon lord's gaze and hurriedly retreated. No one dared to step forward again.
It's almost time to go. Lin Bai looked at the mutilated corpses on the ground and felt very happy.
It's just that he used two flying knives today and hasn't picked them up yet... Lin Bai didn't want to add too much trouble. Anyway, he couldn't find himself by following the flying knives, so he didn't pick them up.
No longer hesitating, go up the wall and head towards the north wall.
In the dark and rainy night, Lin Bai circled around to make sure no one was following him, then circled around again before returning home with extreme caution.
Change out of your soaked clothes and throw them into the washtub.
I flushed myself with water and dried my hair. After pouring a cup of herbal tea and without lighting an oil lamp, Lin Bai sat down and reflected on today's shortcomings.
More than half an hour later, there was a knock on the door outside.
It was like hammering a drum, suppressing the sound of rain.
(End of chapter)