AGENT 11 (Chu Te Gong Huang Fei novel/Xiao Xiang Dong Er 潇湘冬儿

Agent 11 ch30

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Q11 Chapter 30
Chapter 30 A severed head

As Zhuge Yue, Yan Xun and Wei Shu Ye were quickly approaching Zhuge Xi's Home. A young mother and son fell into the cold and still earth, silent in death.

   Blood, from the tip of a sharp dagger slowly dropped on the ground, in the middle of the Western room a white camel red velvet rug covered the floor. The night wind blew in from the corner of a window, slightly cooling and dispersing the aroma of the extravagant brightly lit. Looking at the young mother's temple Old man Zhuge Xi face began to panic, he shamelessly grabbed her nape, then gave an incredulous look at the tall child. The sand in the hour glass fell bit by bit and finally the old man knelt on the ground.

   "You are asking me to free you?" The voice of the child was very light, as she slightly lowered her head. With her eyes she looked at the old man. The anger in her stomach was seething so much it almost made her want to spit in disgust that night. The corpse resembled to Zhi Xiang from this night triggering again more her anger. The child gradually lowered herself to him and whispered: "There were so many people that begged you to let them go, why didn't you do it?"

   Zhuge Xi was lying on the floor, a fountain of blood was pouring out his neck, the pampered Aristocratic Master was afraid to die, he was so scared he was shaking like a sieve. His arms stretch out forward, trying desperately to crawl away from this devil like child. His blood dragged out on the ground, leaving long bloodstains. So bright.... So shocking.

   "You lived for too long, this is the price to pay. The heavens do not charge you, so I am collecting payment." Shua! With a loud snapping sound, a knife across the bones neatly cut off the cavity. Blood splashed out, dying  the ground black and purple with a foul stench.

   Chu Chiao hand was holding the now deceased head of Zhuge Xi, without the slightest show of feelings she threw the head on the ground with a bang. Then she turned her head towards the ten young maidservants, and walked to them in the corner. The children stared at her in horror, squeezing together in one place, before their eyes, the child began loosening their ropes that bonded them together. She had the audacity to kill Zhuge Xi! This girl was crazy, like a malicious spirit from hell. They did not realize, that if not for this child, could they be alive at this moment, so peacefully?

   A teenage looking handsome girl saw the child and was scared white, with her lips trembling. She feared that she would become the second headless corpse. Chu Qiao lowered her head and spoke in a chilly tone. "Scared?"

   The child's eyes straighten, trembling she nodded, fearing that she would soon become like the first headless body. Tears and snot ran down her face, but she did not dare to utter a word.

   "Since you are afraid, then scream it out."

   After all, they were poor family's children, young but already sensible. The old child quickly shook her head and cried: "I will not say anything, I did not see, I beg you to spare me."

   Chu Qiao impatiently wrinkled her brow, "I did not say it clearly, scream."

   "Please," cried the child incoherently: "Let me, I'll do it like cattle or a horse ... ah!"

   The eight-year-old child suddenly raised her dagger, inserting it into the child's nape. Immediately she began to loudly scream out in alarm, rapidly the rest began to follow suit, screaming. The sharp knife went along her neck, and mercilessly plunged on the bed behind her. The child continued to exclaim, unharmed.