The Sword God of the South

Bloody Events

Right, he can't be wrong. The one kissed by his nose right now was blood!

Zhang Fei was very sure of that.

But whose blood?

The young man quickly jumped. Tracing every room in the building of Hartawan Cong. For so long he searched, unfortunately, he did not find anything.

"This room is all that remains. I'm sure, this is the room of Reporter Cong" he muttered while standing right in front of a large room.

Not wanting to waste any more time, he immediately broke down the door of the room.

Brakk!!!

The door was blown to pieces. It was as if the door had been struck by a raging elephant.

Turns out to be true, it was the room of Reporter Cong. And again, in it there are three corpses lying in a terrible condition.

Each in their bodies there is a machete trunk that is still stuck. Blood flooded the entire room.

The smell of blood is getting smelled!

If someone else was there, he would have been vomiting since then. Moreover, now he not only smelled the fishy smell of blood, but also smelled the stench of a carcass that was very nose-piercing.

It was fortunate that Zhang Fei was no one else. Not only did he not vomit, he even approached the three rotting corpses.

After careful consideration, it turns out that the three bodies consist of two men and one woman.

Unmistakable, these three must be parents and children.

Not wrong anyway, it was the corpse of Reporter Cong Lai with his son and wife.

Why are they dead? Who else had killed him so vilely?

Zhang Fei clenched his hands. He's bluffing his teeth.

The person who had committed this murder was completely savage. He did not even hesitate to kill a little boy who was about six years old!

That young man really did not understand, why in this world, there are so many cruel humans?

Zhang Fei began to investigate the deaths of the three corpses. Apparently, they died from a machete stabbing. In some parts of his body, there were also quite deep wounds.

In addition to this, Zhang Fei also found another clue.

Right on the side of the Journalist Cong, there were several letters written using blood ink.

Although it was vague because his blood was already dried, but Zhang Fei could read the writing quite clearly.

"Black Banner!"

The deg!!!

Again the perverted party. It turns out that during these few years, the Black Banner Party acts have become even more!

"Fuck up! They are not human!" he muttered while holding back anger.

The young man stood in anger for quite a while. His face suddenly flushed. Reddened with anger!

Yush!!!

He suddenly shot back, breaking through the window of the room that was wide open at the time.

Zhang Fei got off right in the backyard of the Cong Journalist residence. There, he was again surprised by something.

In the backyard, there were quite a number of corpses that had already rotted and were scattered. There were no less than twenty-five people.

Each of them also had a machete stab wound and a sword incision.

So much blood has dried up. It's fused together with the ground. But if you look carefully.

That means, the death of the residents of the Hartawan Cong building, has been since some time ago.

Meanwhile, the night wind that carried a chill suddenly blew quite fiercely. The stench of the carcass is getting smelled again.

Moreover, in the backyard there were more rotten corpses. Of course, the suffering the young man was going through was getting even greater.

But he still survives. He immediately channeled pure air and closed his breathing path.

It was a cold night. A gripping night.

The atmosphere was completely silent.

Suddenly the young man felt the presence of someone. Suddenly, he darted into a dark corner.

"Who's there? Out!" he said angry.

"Oh, my goodness, sir. I don't know anything, I .. I'm just a gardener. Forgive ..."

An old man who was already seventy years old suddenly appeared from behind the darkness. He crawled while worshipping with both hands. Face bowed. But Zhang Fei could see that face.

The old man's face was as pale as a corpse. Cold sweat washed all over his body.

He was really scared.

While Zhang Fei looked at the astonishment.

"Uncle, what do you mean?" ask her in a low tone.

Along with that, he also helped the old man get up from his position.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not a bad guy, calm yourself down,"

Hearing this, the old man was relieved. He tried to catch his breath and calm himself. A short time later, after he had gained control of himself, he only looked at Zhang Fei's face.

"Whose Young Master?" she was still a little nervous.

"Later to speak. Let's find a comfortable place,"

Zhang Fei took the old man away from the backyard. However, this place is not a good place to tell a story.

Moreover, there were dozens of decomposing human corpses.

Both are now on the front page. There is a suitable place. Because the fishy smell of blood and the smell of carrion is not too smelled.

"I am Zhang Fei, the envoy of Grandpa Zhang Liong. Came here to see the condition of the family of Reporter Cong Lai. Too bad, I've arrived late ..."

He took a long breath. After pausing for a while, Zhang Fei resumed.

"Uncle, can you tell me what happened in this place?"

The old grandfather breathed a heavy sigh. After he calmed down, he started to tell stories.

"The master has been doomed. That happened seven days ago. Right at midnight, there were suddenly dozens of people dressed in all black jumping in from every corner. Without saying anything, those people instantly killed anyone who was in this building,"

"They are like demons. Not like a human. Even though the victim is dead, they're still carrying out attacks on him,"

The old man stopped telling stories. Tears have come down to wet his cheeks. When imagining the bloody event, he would feel his entire body trembling violently.

"I ... This old me survived because he managed to hide himself. Coincidentally, my room was in that place. So I went into hiding after I found out everything was going on,"

He came back crying. He could no longer continue the story. His tongue feels ugly. Her breath feels tight.

Zhang Fei who heard the story was also sorry. But he could only sigh heavily and spare all of these events.

"Uncle, do you know what happened before? Does Reporter Cong Lai have problems with other people?" zhang Fei asked further.

He believes, behind this bloody event there must be a strong reason. It felt too impossible that the Journalist Cong Lai was finished without a reason.

In any case, he had to clear up the matter to the end. Moreover, this was the duty of his own grandfather.