Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Chapter 163: The Jianghu in the Wine and Sword Village (6)

Outside the door, a woman in red stood upright, waiting for Jiang Sichen. When she saw him appear, she immediately bowed and said, "Young Master."

"Is everything settled?"

"It's been resolved. I wonder if the one inside the door needs any subordinates..." The woman observed the man's expression.

"No need. Give the order. No one can touch the person inside the door." Jiang Sichen's tone became a little colder.

"Yes, I understand."

"Has the young master been sent back to Jie Youlin?"

"Yes, they are escorted by Liu Rong himself, don't worry, young master." The woman replied.

"Let's go and meet them." Jiang Sichen gently shook the folding fan in his hand and stepped forward.

In the auditorium of Baihuan Sect, Jiang Sichen leaned casually on the sandalwood chair at the top, his eyes casually scanning a few people.

"Ling Ji, you did a good job this time. You faked your death and escaped, and then cooperated in the bloodbath of the Hehuan Sect." Jiang Sichen played with the folding fan in his hand.

"Thank you for the compliment, young master."

"But I have a question. You have been with the leader of the Baihuan Sect for a year. Have you really never fallen in love with him?" Jiang Sichen chuckled.

"Young Master... Young Master is wise. Ling Ji is only willing to be under your command for the rest of her life. She will follow your lead and will never have any second thoughts. Otherwise, Ling Ji will not die a good death..." Hearing his words, the woman in red knelt down without any hesitation.

The people on both sides of him also lowered their heads silently, not daring to speak.

"Why are you so nervous? I don't mean to blame you, I just mentioned it. Hurry up and get up." Jiang Sichen's mouth curled up slightly, "Since you have solved the problem, hide yourself first and don't let others see anything."

"Yes, young master." Upon hearing the order, everyone bowed and then turned and left.

The huge wedding hall became empty in an instant. Jiang Sichen narrowed his eyes, tapped the table with his fingers, then stood up and walked towards Tang Cuo's guest room.

She carefully returned to her original position and lay down next to him, then covered him with the quilt beside her.

After a sleepless night, the next morning, before Tang Cuo opened his eyes, Jiang Sichen had already gotten off the bed and raised his hand to gently shake Tang Cuo's body, "Young Master Tang, Young Master Tang, wake up..."

Feeling someone calling him, Tang Cuo slowly opened his eyes and said softly, "What's wrong? Master Jiang? Is it daybreak?"

"Something happened, everyone in the Baihuan Sect is dead..." Jiang Sichen pretended to be surprised.

"What? They're all dead?" Hearing his words, Tang Cuo instantly jumped up two meters high, "You...you didn't lie to me, did you?"

"Whether I was lying to you or not, you will know if you come with me and take a look." Jiang Sichen pulled his sleeve and walked out the door.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Tang Cuo took a deep breath unconsciously.

There were corpses all over the ground and the flowing blood seemed to have solidified. This scene made Tangcuo retch.

Physiological tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and one hand tightly grasped Jiang Sichen's sleeve.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Sichen narrowed his eyes a little, then raised his hand and gently patted him on the back a few times.

"Mr. Tang, you don't look very well. How about we go to the side and rest for a while?" As he said that, Jiang Sichen helped Tang Cuo to a stone chair on the side.

After a long while, Tang Cuo recovered a little, "Young Master Jiang, are we the only two left in the entire Bai Huan Sect?"

"actually……"

Before he could finish his words, several people suddenly rushed in from the side door, shouting, "Help!"

"So many dead people!"

Tangcuo looked at the panicking teenagers, a little puzzled, "What are they doing..."

"In fact, only the disciples of Baihuan Sect were killed last night. As for the guests participating in the wedding banquet, they were not killed, so we are all safe." Jiang Sichen explained.

"If that's the case, why didn't I hear any screams last night? According to common sense, it's impossible that I couldn't hear any sound at all." Tang Cuo pursed his lips and lowered his eyes to think.

"I think it was probably because the killers planted smoke in our room after we fell asleep last night, so we were completely unaware of it." Jiang Sichen looked at him.

"Is that so?" Tang Cuo nodded, looking as if he understood.

The sound of their conversation had not yet died down when the few young men who had just come over came up to them. One of them held onto the pillar of the pavilion, breathing in deep gulps of air.

"You...you are also...alive people?" the young man asked breathlessly, "Do you know who killed them?"

"I don't know. We just saw the corpses all over the ground." Jiang Sichen moved closer to Tang Cuo and looked at them.

"If that's the case, why don't you have any expression at all? Did you kill that person?" another woman asked.

"According to what this girl said, doesn't it mean that everyone standing here who is not dead is a suspect?" Jiang Sichen's eyes turned cold.

"You...you dare to frame me? Do you know who I am?"

"Who are you? Are you related to me?"

"Okay, stop arguing. Elder Xu said that those who are still alive should gather in the main hall and work with us to find the murderer. Don't fight among yourselves for now." A man shouted loudly to several people at the side door.

As soon as the voice fell, several people walked towards the main hall. Jiang Sichen raised his hand to hold Tang Cuo's arm and asked gently, "Young Master Tang, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Tang Cuo forced himself to stand up, his legs still shaking, "Let's go."

Jiang Sichen walked around him, took a few steps forward, then put his arm around him and carried him on his back.

"Uh...actually I can walk, you don't have to carry me..." Tang Cuo struggled to get down.

"Don't move, there's blood on the ground, it's very dirty." Jiang Sichen's tone gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression, "Don't be afraid, no one will say anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Sichen walked towards the main hall, "Mr. Tang, you are very light. You should eat more, otherwise it will be harmful to your body."

"...I understand." Tang Cuo turned his head away awkwardly.

In a moment, the two came to the front hall. Jiang Sichen raised his hand and carefully put Tang Cuo down, facing the crowd.

"No one should come now, right?" an old man asked in the center of the main hall.

"There shouldn't be any left. I've notified every side yard, and all the living people should have arrived." The servant boy beside the old man replied.

"You, why did you carry him on your back?" The woman just now raised her hand and pointed at Jiang Sichen.

"I can carry whomever I want. What? Do I need your consent?" Jiang Sichen said in a casual tone, then pulled Tang Cuo's sleeve and sat on the rattan chair beside him.