The Record of Righteousness

At this time, the Bai Mansion was filled with grief, and the festive atmosphere suddenly turned into a bloody killing field.

The scene was already a river of blood. The factory guards were all veterans of the East Factory. They killed people cleanly and neatly, regardless of right or wrong. They cut and killed anyone they saw.

The lanterns under the eaves were splashed with blood, and they swayed silently, as if telling this doomed tragedy.

On the stone blue board, the people who fled left a series of panicked bloody footprints.

Those children who once laughed and played could only curl up in the arms of their relatives, covering their ears, trying to hide in their mother's arms to isolate themselves from the tragic situation outside.

The wedding dress originally prepared for the newlyweds was trampled in the mud, and the bright red blended with the blood on the ground, which was particularly shocking.

The sound of gongs and drums of the wedding had long disappeared, replaced by the sharp sound of swords and intermittent screams.

Even though the wailing continued, Wan Qing leisurely stepped down from the sedan chair, stepping over the sticky blood step by step, as if he was out of the matter.

Under Bai Zhezhu's hateful gaze, he sat in front of a mahogany table with a set of exquisite tea sets on the table.

He poured tea slowly, and the clear tea fragrance formed a sharp contrast with the strong smell of blood in the air.

Wan Qing's eyes were deep and calm. In the surroundings full of killing, no matter how many people died around him, it seemed that only the tea in his hand could arouse his interest.

As the tea was poured into the cup, he gently blew away the floating tea leaves. The tea in the cup was calm, just like his state of mind, unmoved by the disturbances of the outside world.

"Who are you?!"

Accompanied by wailing and screaming, Wan Qing took two sips of tea and smelled the fascinating smell of blood, feeling refreshed.

Wan Qing glanced at him indifferently.

"It's okay to tell you now."

"Do you still remember the Wang Laoshi family that you killed?"

"Uh"

Bai Zhezhu looked confused.

Wan Qing had expected his reaction, but he shook his head calmly and smiled.

"Forget it, it's just a worthless name, so let's not mention it."

He bent down and whispered in Bai Zhezhu's ear.

"Let me tell you, our original name was Wang Qing."

Bai Zhezhu frowned and thought hard for a long time. Finally, he was a little confused and looked at him repeatedly. A vague figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Is it you?!"

"Back then, the son of that tenant and lowly person?"

"I never thought that you would become a eunuch and a captain of the East Factory?!"

"Hahaha, even if you hold great power, so what? Do you know how miserable your mother died in my hands?! I smashed her head!"

"Your brother's name is Wang Xi, right? I tortured him with all kinds of torture!"

"And your sister-in-law, that little bitch, was killed by a dozen death row prisoners, hahahahahahahahaha"

Bai Zhezhu knew that he could not escape death, and he became crazy with excitement, spitting all over his mouth. Before he died, he just wanted to cast more shadows on the eunuch in front of him.

However, it was not as he wished. Wan Qing was not enraged, but said lightly:

"What's wrong with killing the common people? It's not you who are wrong, it's Wang Laoshi, Wang Xi, and that Wang Qing who have no money and power."

"Today, it's not our family that is wrong, but your Bai family is not strong enough and not cruel enough."

"If we had gotten rid of our family as soon as possible, your Bai family wouldn't be in this situation today."

Bai Zhezhu didn't expect that this eunuch's perverse logic actually made some sense. His momentum weakened by three points, and he was at his wit's end.

Wan Qing grabbed Bai Zhezhu's hair and turned his head towards the unarmed, slaughtered Bai family members, as if pointing at a group of livestock, and whispered:

"Look at these people in your Bai family. Their lives are in our family's hands. Today, no matter how old or young, they must die. No matter how much you say, you can't change the status quo."

He let go of Bai Zhezhu's wooden head.

"Haha, it's time, luck, and fate!"

"You are the ones who defeated Wang Qing, and you are also the ones who made Wan Qing!"

Wan Qing whispered, and in an instant, his whole hand split open the chest of the person in front of him.

Looking at Bai Zhezhu, the once arrogant young man who once treated himself as a bug, with an unbelievable and painful face, he pinched his throbbing heart.

The life and death of these people depended on his thoughts!

He suddenly felt the blood in his heart release, his eyes were scarlet, and the blood quickly swelled all over his body. He silently squeezed the heart to pieces.

A tear slipped from the corner of Wan Qing's eyes, fell along his cheek, and was quickly wiped away by him with the corner of his clothes.

Only the insignificant and the trampled weak would shed tears!

"Hahahaha"

Wan Qing stood up and laughed wildly in the firelight, with a vast momentum of pointing to the mountains and rivers.

"My men, kill them for us! No one shall be left alive! If there are any left, we will hold you responsible!"

"Hehehe, it's a good time!"

"Today, I, Old Long, finally killed him happily, ahahahaha!"

The captain Long Shuo laughed wildly, and his bear-like physique frightened those people.

The fleeing people ran around like frightened mice, but he was not a house cat, but a ferocious tiger.

He pushed forward savagely and two iron hammers fell "bang bang", leaving a mess of debris and meat wherever he passed.

This was not enough, Long Shuo sometimes dropped the iron hammer, he had never forgotten the pleasure of killing in the White Lotus Sect, and sometimes caught people like mice with his bare hands.

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