Chapter 1648 Live up to the trust
Ye Qiutang’s eyes turned red and his voice trembled, “Mr. Song, is there really no other way?”
“No, but only This way...only this way can we eradicate the root cause! "Because of love! Feeling excited, 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 persisted, "Miss, don't hesitate. If...if I am taken away, your lives will be at stake." , in the end, I didn’t have the ability to eliminate demons for the common people in the world, but I helped Zhou What a shame, I... How can I go to see all the great alchemists of my alchemist sect after my death!"
"The reason why Taoist Master Ling Xiao asked Jiang Xiaoyou to hand over the token to me is because he trusts me. I...ahem...I know I will put an end to this evil delusion! How can I break trust? "
The impassioned words of Song Tianming also deeply shocked Fatty Jiangcheng. Song Tianming is worthy of being the leader of the alchemist sect, regardless of the level of his methods, just this His courage is far beyond the reach of others, and the great chivalrous man is nothing more than that.
"Senior Gao Yi, I admire you!" Jiang Cheng solemnly clasped his fists at Song Tianming. Song Tianming's choice seemed cruel, but it was the safest. Time was running out. Since he couldn't find the hidden person, he would simply kill them all. To avoid future troubles.
Those who admired Jiang Cheng even more included 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 this If you look at the fortune of a rich boy, you will surely be able to turn misfortune into good luck, and any misfortune will turn into good fortune. If I do a fortune-telling, it is rare for a rich boy to have good fortune. ”
The fat man was also moved by Song Tianming's almost last words, "Senior..."
"Ahem..." It must be that he said too much, Song Tianming coughed more and more fiercely, His face was as pale as paper, "Don't say any more unnecessary words. Little friend Jiang, if you still...if you have anything else to ask me, just ask me."
Since the other party had said so, Jiang Cheng no longer evaded, and 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 person before. He was extremely skilled, with a sinister aura between his brows, and a sharp weapon at his side. Both he and the fat man were injured. If he wanted to deal with Commander Zhao at the same time, there were also I'm afraid it will be difficult for the other two, and even a sneak attack may not be successful.
Hearing this, a trace of unbearability flashed across Fatty's brows, even though he knew that these people were just things from another world, existences similar to NPCs in games. It was obvious that they were about to die in front of him with such flesh and blood. It was still hard for him to accept, not to mention that not all of these people were bad.
Among the four people, only one 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 Jiang Xiaoyou is worried about this matter. The Ye family has been guarding the border for decades, and the pressure of the Nanman is breathless. It relies on more than just The military management is strict, and General Ye 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 die for him. "
After a pause, Song Tianming let out a long sigh, "Little friend Jiang, could you please call Dutong Zhao in? I have something to say to him."
"Also, miss, and this rich little friend , you...you all go out. "
Zhao Dutong looked at Ye Qiutang, whose eyes were red, with a flash of confusion on his face. But when he learned that Song Tianming was waiting for him, he still walked into the wing and was obviously interested when he passed by the fat man in Jiangcheng. The two of them were more alert.
After entering the wing, the door is also closed.
Aware that something was wrong with Ye Qiutang's condition, 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 times in a row, but got no answer, Ye Qiutang was confused. His worries were written on his face, and he kept avoiding Manager Murong's sight.
Probably only a few minutes later, 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 glowing in the night. There is a cold light shining against the background.
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 in 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 looked at all this in dumbfounded manner, until Zhao Dutong walked up to her, the old lady subconsciously wanted to look into Zhao Dutong’s eyes, but she was destined not to see them. At the last moment of her life, 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, Zhao Dutong, who had a resolute face, raised his knife and clasped his fists and gave him a heavy meal, "Zhao Xiao and his son have received great kindness from General Ye and have nothing to repay. They will take a step forward today, Miss." Take care." After saying that, he took a step back and committed suicide.
It wasn’t until the blood spurted out from his throat and the body fell to the ground that the fat man came back to his senses. At this moment, Ye Qiutang had already burst into tears. In just half a minute, the person she brought was already dead. Seven, seven, eight, eight.
As if thinking of something, Ye Qiutang turned around and rushed towards the side room. As Fatty Jiangcheng followed, Ye Qiutang had already knelt down in front of the bed, holding Song Tianming's hand and crying. At this moment, Song Tianming also There was no breath left, a wooden hairpin was stuck in his heart, and the wound was still bleeding out.
Unlike Mr. Murong, the old lady outside, Song Tianming committed suicide on his own, which can be seen from the hand that tightly grasped the wooden hairpin.
There were two lines of blood writing on the white quilt next to the bed. The writing overlapped in places and seemed a little hasty and chaotic, but the words above made the fat man in Jiangcheng stand in awe.
"General Ye has been kind enough to protect our alchemist sect. I also hope that little friend Jiang will take good care of the young lady for me and live up to General Ye's trust. Song Tianming will die in peace." (End of this chapter)
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