Extermination of a Family (China)

  Suddenly, his left leg tightened and was pulled back by a force. Qin Yu looked down to see that the black-clad swordsman who had been hit in the throat with the gun handle was not dead, and somehow crawled over, grasping his calf with both hands, spitting out bloody foam, and shouting wildly.

  Qin Yu's left foot lifted, and the toe of his shoe was already pressed against the opponent's chest, causing the black-clad swordsman to lose all his strength.

  "Pay me back for my rabbit!" Qin Yu gritted his teeth and said, kicking the other party straight out with one foot.

  That swordsman had already lost his life in mid-air.

  This guy's knife skills are actually quite good, just one knife earlier and that rabbit was cut into two halves intact.

  Qin Yu lightly exhaled, his right arm's vital energy had been depleted somewhat, and it slightly trembled, but after a slight adjustment of his breath, the vital energy and blood immediately replenished, filling his entire body.

  His life of hunting in the mountains for nearly a year had already made him tough, neither afraid to take lives nor fearful of seeing blood; however, killing people was still a first.

  Looking around, there were no other knife-wielding guests in sight.

  What's going on? Why are there so many strange swordsmen attacking our own doorstep?

  What's going on at home?

  Qin Yu's right hand stirred the snow with a long stick, and the dirty bloodstains were all washed away.

  With his left hand, he pulled out a small leather pouch made of dog skin from his bosom. It was about two feet long and one palm wide. He shook it hastily, and ten or so sticks of rock candy fell out. Finally, a shiny black light appeared.

  He grasped the flash of light with his backhand, and the dog skin pouch also fell to the snowy ground.

  The left hand stretches out, the right hand cooperates, both hands twist and turn, with a click, it is completely embedded firmly.

  When the left hand was released again, the thinner end of the long stick suddenly had an additional two-foot-long black gun head with a faint glow. There was also a cluster of black silk tassels at the neck of the gun.

  This is Tan Yu's self-made paired guns, the chaotic black edge guns!

  Chaos, taken from his inherited secret gun technique: Hundred Flowers Chaos Gun; Black Edge, is because this root one and a half feet long mysterious iron gun head, except for the sharp edges on both sides with a slight micro-ridge, the vast majority are dark and gloomy, in this gradually late damp sky, even more so with a thread of dark atmosphere.

  Vigorous qi and blood flowed continuously from all parts of the body to both legs, entering the soles of the feet. Qian Yu held a nine-foot-long black spear upside down and quickly crept up the mountain in silence.

  ……

  The mountain top was not far away, and in less than five minutes, Qin Yu, who was fully alert, saw the familiar gate of the villa from afar.

  Suddenly arrived at the mountain top, nothing can block the view, the sharp and fierce mountain wind suddenly became much sharper, it's easy to get ears and eyes blocked, just like being abandoned.

  Qin Yu's nose twitched, and in the wind there was a strong smell of blood.

  He bowed his head and looked up carefully, involuntarily letting out a sigh of bitterness!

  Dozens of feet away, at the entrance of his own home, figures were lurking, all wearing black clothes and carrying long knives, not looking like good people.

  Just as he was hesitating, someone suddenly shouted loudly: "There's another one here! Go quickly and kill him!"

  Two men in black reacted quickly and rushed towards Qin Yu's direction.

  But was discovered by the enemy's scout.

  Tan Yun saw that the situation was not favorable, and his body shape suddenly plunged, already far away from the mountain path, jumping towards another less steep slope. That side was his main area for practicing leg strength in his daily hunting, with dense forests and complex terrain, which was a good direction to escape.

  "Look out!" A black-clad swordsman suddenly flicked his hand, and two dark shadows flashed out, rapidly shooting towards Qin Yu's back.

  "Ah!" A faint cry of despair echoed from afar as Qin Yu's body plunged forward and fell into the snowy ground.

  "The man in black shouted: 'He's been hit by my dart, he can't run far!' He was slender and agile, and without hesitation rushed forward, jumping down the snowy slope where Qin Yu had fallen, and stabbed him with a knife."

  Another slightly taller companion looked at the terrain covered with heavy snow and hesitated slightly.

  He leaped into the snowdrift, and that skinny guy secretly shouted "Oh no!" The place he jumped was actually a huge pit. On the surface it looked smooth and harmless, but under the ground there were seven or eight feet of accumulated snow. As soon as someone stepped on it, they would instantly sink in, unable to exert any force, and be frightened into shouting "Ahh" twice.

  The big swordsman who was still observing the terrain saw his companion fall down and immediately sank to his head, hastily shouting: "Quickly come out!"

  All I heard was a crisp crackling sound in the snow, followed by a dull hum.

  After a while, a patch of white snow slowly rose beside him, and a head gradually protruded, muttering: "Damn, what a deep pit!"

  The swordsman above saw that he was wearing a black scarf on his head, and knew he was a companion, so he couldn't help but feel happy, and hurriedly ran over, shouting: "Stretch out your hand, I'll catch you."

  The man stretched out one hand from the snowy ground.

  "Where's the little guy?" The swordsman above reached out and grasped it, feeling a chill.

  But saw his companion's thin face with eyes staring straight at him, and he was stunned for a moment.

  At this moment, a black gun shadow silently pierced into his abdomen.

  "Here it is, big brother." Qin Yu heaved with all his might to pull out the gun, his breathing heavy, blowing out the accumulated snow from his mouth and nose, then flipped over and sank back into the snowy bottom.

  ……

  Making sure there were no other enemies around, Qin Yu carried the messy black rifle and climbed up the steep and precipitous dark path behind the mountain to reach the summit.

  His ears kept trembling slightly, listening to the breath around him. His heart was pounding and pounding, and his bad premonition grew stronger and stronger.

  What happened after all?

  At the back door of the manor, two corpses lay horizontally and vertically. They should be Qīn Hé and Qīn Shàn who were guarding the back door.

  On the way to the back house, a female corpse was found dead with her face down, her chest and back covered in blood and flesh, it was unclear how many times she had been hacked, that was Aunt's personal maid Xiao Cui.

  Further back, the servants, maids and female attendants, all those who were seen, had been stabbed multiple times at least, and lay dead in a pool of blood.

  His teeth clenched tightly, he rushed into the backyard, only to see a burly young man sitting on the threshold of the gate, his head already battered and sunken in, with a long knife still clutched tightly in his hand.

  It was Qin Yu's elder brother, Qin Xin.

  "Big Brother!" Qin Yu's legs went soft and he fell over, grabbing onto Qin Xin's shoulders. "Big Brother, wake up, wake up!"

  The big brother could no longer respond to him.

  But then a loud shout was heard from the inner hall, followed by the fierce crashing sound of swords. Someone yelled: "You dare, you rabbit's son!"

  "Uncle!"

  Tan Yun suddenly woke up and rushed into the inner room with his gun.

  From a distance, he saw that in the grand hall of the inner courtyard, his uncle Qīn Qīyǒu wielded a wolf-tooth club, sweeping and stabbing horizontally with great force. However, among the seven or eight people surrounding him, there was a middle-aged man in black clothes who stood out from the others, wielding a pair of iron gauntlets that struck with great power, holding back more than half of his uncle's attacks single-handedly.

  About ten feet away from the fighting group, there was a thin little man holding two whips in his hand, half squatting on the ground, panting heavily and staring viciously at Qin Qixiong.

  Tan Yong shouted loudly: "Uncle, I'm here!"

  A man in black was dragged out of the siege and brandished his sword, shouting: "You little beast, looking for death!"

  Qin Yu angrily shouted: "Get out of the way." The gun's momentum slightly lifted, and a huge gun flower suddenly burst into bloom. At this dusk, it was also a dazzling light that illuminated everything, like a black sun bursting forth from the earth.

  "Good marksmanship!" The thin man with a whip-like physique glanced over and couldn't help but cheer.

  As if to prove his approval, the knife-wielding robber let out a sudden blood-curdling scream and fell backwards. Two places on his body, his brow and chest, simultaneously spurted out a stream of hot blood, filling the air with a pungent smell.

  But in an instant, both vital points were hit at the same time, and he died a death that could not be any deader.

  Qin Yu's spear, although only one spear flower, hid three rapidly rotating virtual spearheads inside. Wherever there was a gap, it would instantly turn virtual into real and pounce in. The knife guest didn't know the trick, blocked his lower abdomen, but couldn't cover the other two places.