Mo Li was dead. The proprietress's young maid was dead. Even Gao Dafu, who was not well-off, was dead.
Ever since the Kirin Army surrounded the little courtyard, Song Tingyun and the others had already slaughtered three people.
Of course, compared with the people they had killed to eradicate the Lu faction, this was utterly insignificant.
"Dafu!" Chen Goudan roared himself hoarse. Terrified, he had collapsed to the ground and could no longer crawl. It was precisely because he was afraid that he cried out and hurled accusations and curses at Song Tingyun with all his might. He knew that if he said nothing, he would soon be next. Weakness and begging were meaningless; to this young general, they were signs of incompetence. "Why did you kill him? Why did you kill him? He didn't even know anything—why did you kill him? Is there no justice in this world? Is there no law?"
"Justice? Law?" Song Tingyun held his blood-dripping sword and did not spare Gao Dafu, lying in the pool of blood, another glance. He spoke mockingly. "You sheltered the evil dragon, disregarding the safety of the entire human race and placing all of humanity in danger. What right do people like you have to speak to this general of justice and law?"
"We didn't shelter the evil dragon. We didn't—"
"Li Mu Yang is the evil dragon, and Huang Ergou is Li Mu Yang's clone." Song Tingyun spoke furiously. "Li Mu Yang, now that we know your true identity, is there any need for you to keep hiding? Are you really going to watch these companions who have been with you day and night die before your eyes? You had better understand this clearly: they are dying because of you."
Inside a little building diagonally opposite the silk