The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 206, Jiajia is gone

   He returned to the original house with a mask, but found that the building was already empty.

   There was only one chair left alone in the yard.

  Song Jingchen pushed open a door, and there was a thick layer of ash on the old households inside. It could be seen that no one had lived here for a long time, and it was obviously only those people who were looking for it temporarily.

   Maybe he didn't intend to bring him near the stage, why did he suddenly change his mind?

   There is only one possibility, and the timing is just right.

   That means that he guessed wrong before, and the person who started the stage was not the ghost-faced general, but someone else.

   While the stage collapsed and caught fire to create chaos, and when people were unprepared, the woman was kidnapped...

   And what about Shen Yijia? If he is gone, the girl will definitely look everywhere. If someone uses him to deceive her, and then take the opportunity to make a bad move...

   Thinking of this possibility, Song Jingchen's eyes widened.

   After coming out of the house, Song Jingchen returned to the stage again, thinking back to the direction the crowd was evacuating at that time.

  No matter how organized those people are, it is impossible for them to go out of the city after arresting them. They must meet at a certain place.

  If Fan Mingyuan's order to close the city gate was timely enough, then they would still be hiding in the city.

   There are two possible places to hide, one is near the stage; the other is near the city gate.

   It was at least a quarter of an hour away from the city gate, plus there were too many people at that time, it only took longer.

   In order to prevent people from being noticed, the most likely place to choose one is this neighborhood.

  These thoughts only flashed in Song Jingchen's mind. He followed the route of the crowd in his memory, and finally locked his target in a dim alley extending out from a corner.

   Before he entered the alley, he could smell a sour stench on the tip of his nose.

   Song Jingchen walked in without frowning.

   What Song Jingchen didn't know was that this alley was a famous beggar alley in Anyang County, where almost all the beggars in Anyang County lived.

   There were many unkempt people lying or leaning on both sides of the alley. When they saw a man wearing a mask suddenly from their side, they all looked at him with curious eyes.

  Song Jingchen ignored it and walked directly to the end of the alley. It was an abandoned and ruined temple. If you didn't come in, it would be hard to imagine that there would be such a place in Anyang County.

   Before he entered, seven or eight beggars came out.

As soon as    saw him, they approached him like a dog seeing a bone, and said vaguely, "Good man, give me some..."

  Song Jingchen frowned, a dagger flew out of his hand, and stuck in front of several people's feet, making them stop.

   Several people looked at each other, and immediately showed a look of panic, and fell to the ground with a plop: "Hero, spare your life!"

   "We just asked those beggars outside to hand in some rations every day, and didn't do other things that hurt the world!"

"Yeah yeah."

  …

   Several people were chattering, their bodies trembling like a sieve, and they looked as if they were sincere and fearful and didn't know where to provoke Song Jingchen.

  Song Jingchen was unmoved, his eyes narrowed and he said coldly, "Where is the person you arrested?"

   As soon as he finished speaking, the bodies of the kneeling people froze, and then they were confused again.

   "People? Who? We didn't arrest people, we are just begging for food."

   "Yeah, how can we catch someone..."

   Several people were crying again, Song Jingchen had already lost his patience and was about to shoot.

   A sudden change happened. One of the kneeling people picked up the dagger on the ground and stabbed Song Jingchen. Seeing this, the others also took out their daggers and rushed towards him.

Song Jingchen sneered, and with a spin, he kicked the dagger in the hand of the headed man. He took a few steps forward, caught the dagger that fell from mid-air, and turned back and directly stabbed the man who had not had time to put it away in pain. Wrist cut off.

   The man cried out in pain, and the blood donation was like a gush at the fracture.

   At this time, all the beggars who were originally in the alley also ran over, each with a fierce look, and there was still a look of sluggishness.

   Seeing Song Jingchen strike so ruthlessly, they were startled, but they didn't show any signs of flinching, and swarmed towards Song Jingchen.

   But Song Jingchen didn't care, he didn't intend to let these people live.

  In the dark night, Song Jingchen shuttled through dozens of people like a ghost.

   Dozens of people didn't even touch a corner of his clothes, and fell to the ground one by one without making a sound.

   The man with the severed hand realized that something was wrong, and was about to leave secretly to report the letter.

   Coincidentally, the last person here also fell, Song Jingchen picked up a stone on the ground and hit that person's leg.

   The man fell to the ground, looking in horror at the man who was walking towards him step by step, dragging his injured leg back a little bit...

  The smell of blood around me was pungent.

   "Here, there really isn't the woman you're looking for here..." He shivered.

  Song Jingchen raised his eyebrows: "When did I say I was looking for a woman?"

   The man's pupils shrank, knowing that no matter how much he said now, it would be useless, he could only watch the sharp blade cut his throat like a light.

   At this time, Fan Mingyuan brought someone over to him, Song Jingchen cast a glance at him, and walked into the ruined temple without saying a word.

  The head of the yamen watched the masked man leave, leaving only the bodies of dozens of beggars on the ground. He hesitated to look at Fan Mingyuan: "Sir, this..."

  Fan Mingyuan waved his hand to stop him, looked at the direction where the masked man was leaving, and said, "It should be to save people. It's important that we find those people first, and keep up."

After    finished speaking, he followed in first. At this time, there was still a masked man in the broken temple.

   "Sir, there is a tunnel here." The yamen with sharp eyes shouted.

   As soon as Song Jingchen entered the tunnel, he heard the cry of the woman and the excited roar of the man.

   He frowned and walked quickly.

   There was a basement around the corner. Song Jingchen kicked the door open, and saw a group of shivering women huddled inside. He glanced at it and knew that Shen Yijia was not here.

   "Where is anyone else?" Song Jingchen said in a deep voice.

   The group of women shrank, and the bolder one stretched out a finger and pointed to the next door.

  Song Jingchen's heart tightened, the voice he just heard came from there, he knew what it meant...

   The fist under his sleeve was clenched, and before he could walk in, three men with disheveled clothes came out.

   Seeing Song Jingchen, he was also shocked. Before they could make any move, he felt his neck cold, and some liquid flowed down his neck...

   "Ah!" The women screamed in horror when they saw this scene. Song Jingchen didn't even look at it, stepped over the corpse and walked into the next room.

  Fan Mingyuan brought someone to the corner of his clothes.

   "Far Brother..."

   A familiar voice came, and Fan Mingyuan didn't have the time to pay attention to the man anymore.

   (end of this chapter)