The frightened yamen runners instinctively held the knife and hurriedly followed the sound.
As soon as they rushed into the alley, the yamen runners saw the dead soldiers lying on the ground, wailing and screaming, tied up tightly.
"There are assassins--!"
Hearing the chaotic sound outside the wall, Xiao Lingyue's mouth under her cloak curled up slightly, and she turned around and walked quickly towards the living yard.
She had no time to deal with the dead soldier, so she threw it to the yamen runners and was directly imprisoned in prison.
It will save those yamen runners from standing there and having nothing to do, drowsy, and not even knowing that someone has sneaked out.
Xiao Lingyue was in a good mood, calmed down her smile, and walked towards the living yard in two steps in three steps.
There were always caravan guards guarding the entrance of the living yard.
They also heard the noise outside Li's house. When they were shocked and suspicious, they saw Xiao Lingyue wearing a cloak walking quickly and subconsciously raised their stick: "Who are you?"
"It's me." Xiao Lingyue took out the token without panic. It was the one she found from the dead soldier.
She voiced hoarsely, imitating the voice of the dead soldier: "I have something urgent to see the adults, get out of here!"
The guards recognized the token and hurriedly put down their stick: "Sir, have you just come back? What happened outside?"
Xiao Lingyue shouted coldly: "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask. Keep the yard well. No one is allowed to come in without an adult!"
The guards were shocked and subconsciously obeyed the order: "Yes!"
Xiao Lingyue entered the living yard with a swagger, and used the same method to fool the guards on duty in the yard, drove them outside the yard to guard, and then pushed open the door of the main house directly.
The middle-aged man lives in the main house, and the caravan is led by him.
Xiao Lingyue observed it specifically last night.
Although Mr. Yan has a good status, the middle-aged man is the one who makes the decision. Therefore, Mr. Yan does not live in the main house, but in the other side of the living yard, a little further away in the side room.
Xiao Lingyue naturally came straight to the middle-aged man.
As soon as I entered the door, a scolding came from behind the bedroom screen: "Who is it?"
"Sir, I'll come back to report." Xiao Lingyue closed the door with her back hand, her voice was low and vague, and she quickly walked into the bedroom.
Behind the screen.
The middle-aged man seemed to have just woken up from his dream, sitting by the bed wearing a cloak, and saw Xiao Lingyue walking in in a cloak.
It was not dawn yet, and the doors and windows in the house were closed and the lights were not lit, so the light was even worse.
The middle-aged man didn't see Xiao Lingyue's face at all, but he was very familiar with the cloak and the outfit on her body, and asked subconsciously: "Asan?"
It turns out that one of the dead soldiers had the code name Jia San.
Xiao Lingyue responded vaguely and walked two more steps to the bed.
The middle-aged man said suspiciously: "Why are you the only one coming back? Where is Jia Si? Who asked you to break in directly?"
"A Si will not come back, I have important things to report to the Lord." Xiao Lingyue lowered her head and said as she got closer and closer.
The middle-aged man was originally about to be suspicious, but was attracted by her words: "What's the matter?"
"that is"
Xiao Lingyue slowed down her tone and curled her lips slightly.
The middle-aged man stared at the little chin exposed under her hood and suddenly realized something was wrong: "Wait, you"
Not finished speaking.
A cold light pierced into his eyes like lightning!
The middle-aged man was shocked and instinctively fell backwards into the bed. He turned around in a panic and wanted to hide, but a sudden pain on his shoulder.
He screamed: "Ah"
Xiao Lingyue grabbed his hair and stuffed his head into the quilt, forcibly cutting off the screams.
"Mmm" The middle-aged man struggled in severe pain. The blade of the dagger that pierced his shoulders was spinning, almost squeezing a piece of his flesh. Blood gushed out, moistening the bedding on the bed.