Chapter 143.7
At the Jiang Residence, on an early morning two days later.
Jiang Hua suffered from headaches every night and wasn’t able to fall asleep without burning some incense. Even so, he would still wake up early. He faintly heard the crowing of chickens outside the window and subconsciously opened his eyes. He called out the name of his personal servant, but there was no answer.
Outside the room, the skies have yet to brighten, but the candles in the room were burned fervently. He sat up from the bed, locking eyes with two corpses in the room, both of whom were the girls on night watch duty. With his gaze fixed on them, a chill rose from his back as he quickly got up from the bed. Before he even had time to put on his clothes, he walked out quickly and was met with a yard full of corpses. He didn’t even spare a glance at the servants, practically dashing his way out. As soon as he reached the door, he saw that there were guards all over the place, all of whom had their throats slit.
The ornaments and jaspers above the corridors were shining ever so brightly, but Jiang Hua couldn’t help but bend down and vomit. Presently, he had to straighten up and walk on until he reached his father’s yard. The green tiles and red walls, the lush flowers and trees, the singing of birds; they were all very clear to him…
A bird stopped on the nearby window sill. It tilted its head and quietly watched the meandering trail of fresh blood slowly flow from the floor of the room, stopping only at the threshold of the room as the liquid wasn’t able to flow out.
Upon passing through the threshold of the room, Jiang Hua staggered. His entire body was knocked down by the threshold as he tripped over it, falling in a rather embarrassing way. When he raised his head and looked at the person on the bed, he couldn’t avert his gaze as his eyes began to freeze in place.
Jiang Xu and Madam Jiang laid side by side on the bed, both of them dead in their places. The items in the room were intact and the door was closed tightly. However, Jiang Xu’s head seemed to have been chopped several times. It was incomparably terrifying…
When Officer Yao Changqing arrived at the Jiang Residence, two hours had already passed. In this unusually quiet mansion, the truth got out when the small hawker in charge of delivering food entered through the back door that morning. Once Yao Changqing got the report, he didn’t even have time to sit in the sedan chair as he galloped all the way and rushed into the Jiang Residence. He saw hundreds of corpses along the way and was horrified for a moment.
No, there should have been about 40 to 50 people here. If the killers weren’t the Secret Guards of the Jiang family, then, what happened? Despite everything else, he couldn’t bother with those matters now; what he needed to do was to check if there were any Jiang family members that remained alive! He didn’t know where the Master’s room was, so he led the guards in a search before finally finding Jiang Xu’s room.
Just as they entered the room, there was a smell of incense in the room despite the fact that there was blood all over the place. It could be said that the killer had used some medicine…
Yao Changqing’s eyes scanned through the room. He glanced over the two corpses on the bed before his sight landed in the corner of the room. There was a dusty shadow in that corner, seemingly a person who buried his head in his arms, struggling in vain like a dying butterfly. He sat in a place where the sun couldn’t shine. The sunlight that shone in a nearby spot was dazzling, accentuating his dark shadow that made the atmosphere very gloomy.
“Third Young Master-” Yao Changqing was stunned as he stared at the figure, “What happened?” Why did the entire Jiang family die overnight? Why? Jiang Xu, Jiang Li, Jiang Yang, the two Madams of the Jiang family…The killers didn’t even spare the chickens and the dogs of the Jiang family either. What kind of hatred was there to achieve this level of brutality? And why did Jiang Hua survive alone?