Thunder flashed across the sky and the earth, and the long scar on the knight's chin looked extremely terrifying.
In the violent storm, the fast horses galloped through the fertile fields.
Among dozens of acres of fertile farmland is a red brick courtyard.
Before the horse stopped, the knight dismounted and drew out the short sword from his waist.
More than a dozen guards with sticks standing guard outside the gate of the compound shouted when they saw the knight.
The knight was silent, holding the eye-catching dagger tightly in his hand, and rushed towards more than a dozen guards without slowing down.
The nurses raised their sticks and rushed forward.
These nursing homes were guarded here by the master and were not allowed to enter, because the master said that he would beat that cheap maid to death alone.
The knight's sword flashed, and a nurse fell into a pool of blood, clutching his chest.
The knight looked like a ferocious beast, his long black coat covered in blood.
Sticks were thrown at them, the knights rushed left and right, and one body after another fell into the rain.
Half of the dozen or so guards fell down in a matter of seconds. The knight also received several sticks in the chaos, and his right leg was covered in blood.
The remaining five guards had never seen such a ferocious person. Their livers and gallbladders were splitting. They wanted to run away, but the knight also fell, seemingly out of strength.
Just after the knight threw a guard to the ground, the dagger lost his hand and fell to the ground. He lay on top of the guard, breathing heavily, unable to fight anymore.
The five guards held their long sticks tightly, plucked up their courage, and slowly walked forward.
The knight raised his head. The knight who was lying on the body of the guardian suddenly raised his head, with blood flowing from his mouth.
Thunder flashed, and the guard under the knight struggled wildly as if he had been electrocuted, with blood spurting out from his neck.
The knight spat out half of his throat, with a sinister smile on his face, and his body was covered in blood that could not be washed away by the rain.
Immediately, one of the nursing staff collapsed on the ground, as if he had seen an evil spirit seeking his life.
The other four guards were stunned and shocked.
The knight pressed his right hand on the face of the corpse beneath him, struggled to support himself, and stood up.
"die!"
The knight uttered the first word, and the second word was "kill"!
The four guards threw away their sticks and wished their parents would give them two more legs. They dispersed in a hurry, crying for their father and mother.
The knight was shaky, and step by step he came to the guard who was paralyzed on the ground with fear.
As if he had exhausted all his strength, the knight tilted his body and almost fell over. After two staggering steps, he finally fell to the ground.
Stretching out his right arm, the knight grasped it forward with his palm and moved his body forward.
"Spare your life, spare your life, spare your life..."
Gou Yuan's right foot was caught, and the knight crawled forward, using his arms to pull on Gou Yuan's ankle, like a demon seeking his life.
The knight, whose ankles, calves, thighs, and waist were covered in mud and blood, finally lay on the guard's body.
The nurse was so frightened that she couldn't make a sound and was trembling.
The two faces were almost touching each other.
Panting heavily, the knight finally sat up and sat on Gu Yuan's chest.
Shaking the rain off his face, the knight pulled out a handleless broken blade from his boot.
Raising his right hand high, the broken blade came down hard and inserted into Gu Yuan's right eye.
The nurse struggled for a long time, but her face was lifeless.
The knight pulled out the broken blade, continued to breathe heavily, supported his body, and staggered to the plaque.
His right leg was in excruciating pain, and his left arm was hanging weakly. The knight bit the broken blade in his mouth, and used all his strength to push open the door.
The heavy rain poured down heavily, but it could not wash away the blood on the knight's body, his blood, the blood of the guardian, and the anger in his heart.
The door was pushed open, and the knight continued to move forward, dragging his right leg and moving forward step by step.
A person walked out of the main hall, it was Zhang Songling. His face was dull, like a zombie. He was holding a short stick in his hand. Before he took a step, there were bloody footprints.
The bright red blood on the paper window of the main hall is so eye-catching and so despairing.
The knight saw the jade bracelet that was broken on the ground. The jade bracelet was once worn on Luzhu's wrist, right hand.
Raising his weak arms, the knight grabbed the broken blade in his mouth.
Zhang Songling's eyes were cloudy and dim, and he stood there.
The rain fell, and the Confucian robe clung tightly to his dying old body.
"My officer, I remember you." Zhang Songling also looked shaky.
The knight continued to move forward, and when he was almost in front of Zhang Songling, he suddenly leaned forward and hugged Zhang Songling. The two fell to the ground, and the knight also spoke.
"she…"
The broken blade pierced Zhang Songling's ribs.
The knight's voice was hoarse: "My name is Zhang Ermei."
The broken blade, less than a finger long, cut through the ribs and pierced the heart that should have stopped long ago.
"A person from Yuzhou has a daughter named Jiuniang..." The broken blade rotated, and blood foam appeared at the corner of Zhang Songling's mouth.
"Master Zhang, I hope you will take care of yourself..." The knight withdrew the broken blade with force, and in the next second, stabbed it into Zhang Songling's throat again: "The villain said that he must protect them well, and a true man's promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold..."
Zhang Songling closed his eyes, as if accepting his fate, and his chest, which rose slightly, calmed down.
The knight lay on the ground and turned over with difficulty. The broken blade in his hand slowly slipped into the rain.
Looking at the drifting heavy rain, the knight's tears merged with the rain. He opened his mouth and was silly and happy. He didn't know why he was laughing, but he knew why he was crying.
The knight closed his eyes slightly. The sound of rain became smaller and smaller, and the sound of wind became smaller and smaller.
"Third Master!"
A scream came, and the knight who was about to close his eyes suddenly opened his eyes.
A pair of beautiful arms were placed behind Fu San's head.
"Third Master, you came to save me. People know that you will definitely come to save me."
The voice was full of joy.
Lv Zhu, who was covered in blood, burst into tears and gently placed Fu San's head on her lap, kneeling on the ground like that, crying and laughing.
Fu San's eyes showed confusion: "Are you not dead yet?"
There was a rusty kitchen knife beside Lu Zhu, who was crying through tears.
Only then did Fu San see Zhang Songling's body. The back of the body was bloody and covered with knife marks.
"People said he was just a useless old good-for-nothing, and he wanted to beat me to death alone. Bah, I chopped him to death!"
Fu San was still confused: "Do you know my name?"
"Your name is Fu San. Who are you, Mr. Chen? You are Mr. San. We all know it and have known it for a long time."
Fu San closed his eyes, with a hint of embarrassment on his face: "This name is not impressive."
"Mighty, so majestic." Luzhu hugged Fusan and stroked the long scar on Fusan's chin with his slender fingers: "Man Changjing, your name is the most majestic."
"Oh." Fu Sanqi said: "This name is the name of this servant."
"No, you are not a servant. In the eyes of others and the big guys, your name is the most prestigious."
Luzhu's tears fell on Fu San's forehead. He pursed his lips tightly and nodded continuously.
"I'm tired, let's take a rest." Fu San's breathing gradually stabilized, and then he suddenly opened his eyes: "By the way, Jiuniang, everything is fine."
"I know that Brother Wang has gone to find you. People know that you will definitely save Jiuniang. You are a benefactor. Jiuniang and Zhang Ermei will remember your kindness throughout their lives."
"Oh, who is Zhang Ermei?"
Lu Zhu burst into tears and smiled: "It's my name, you have to remember it."
"You girls, where are the real names, who will remember them? Don't argue, I'm tired."
Fu San twitched the corners of his mouth, with a look of disgust on his face, closed his eyes again, and passed out.
In the heavy rain, a thin woman, carrying a man on her back, walked hard and walked into the distance step by step. Behind her was a courtyard. Outside the courtyard, there were corpses. Inside the courtyard, there was an old man, the Ministry of Rites, on the right.
Beside the body of the servant Zhang Songling, there was a rusty kitchen knife and a broken blade without a handle.