An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

"Grandpa, can we go now?"

Jing Chunxi felt even more excited when dealing with these killers than when he collected the treasures in the warehouse in the capital. He felt that he had finally accomplished something big again, and he also felt that it was time to wrap things up.

It is impossible that those palace soldiers outside need my grandfather to deal with them, otherwise it would seem that Uncle Zhou Wei and the others are too incompetent. With the advance arrangements and the help of eight secret guards, it is impossible for them to fail.

The thirteen killers in the space must be the most skilled, otherwise they would not have been arranged to go upstairs for the assassination. If they want to assassinate the famous General Jing, they would not dare to do it without some skills. Maybe they are masters from the palace.

It was then that Jing Yongcheng asked the question that Xiaobei had been worried about, as he himself couldn't find his son: "Where is your third uncle?"

If his son was alright, she wouldn't have been away from visiting him for so long. If something was wrong, why wasn't there a trace of blood in the room? Could he have been kidnapped? How could he still be smiling like a flower after kidnapping his granddaughter?

"Hehe! The fairy aunt has taken a fancy to him." Jing Chunxi smiled cunningly. Even though it was obvious that his grandfather was not worried, he still pointed to the sky in the end!

Jing Chunxi didn't intend to lie to the old man, so he answered honestly, "Third uncle was also drugged, and Sister Xi asked him to go in and get some sleep first."

He reported his third uncle's amazing operation in a few words and assured him that he was safe in the space.

When he went out to meet Xiaobei again, Jing Yongcheng explained to the three of them that it was the guards who protected Jing Yongning. No one would disbelieve the old general's words, unless he wanted to put his son in danger, he would lie.

If they could carry out such an unconscious killer, it is impossible that the guards could not protect a living person.

They walked to the second floor stairs and stayed there for a while out of caution. Still no movement was heard from below. Jing Yongcheng suddenly thought of something and whispered to Xiaobei, "Go check on those women."

Xiaobei understood and tiptoed downstairs first, and Dalang followed.

Now that you have revealed your face in front of those women, you have to find a way to resolve it quickly. Sometimes being too soft-hearted will only lead to bad things.

After a long time, the sound of a whistle finally reached my ears, still two short and one long, twice in a row.

Knowing that it was safe outside, they ran downstairs quickly. As expected, they didn't meet anyone along the way and didn't encounter any obstacles. The downstairs was empty, even the long red-light district was empty and silent as if nothing had happened.

Jing Chunxi was secretly amazed: What force caused the palace soldiers to withdraw? Or did Uncle Zhou Wei really bring in enough reinforcements?

No one told her the details, and she didn't want to know. As long as her grandfather and his men's plan succeeded, everything would be fine. She didn't want to discuss tactics, and she was not interested in anything too bloody.

When Jing Changning woke up, he was shocked again.

The last time he entered the space, he had his eyes open, and the people who entered were his family members. Although they were surprised, they were still calm.

This time he slept alone in an empty house. There was a patio as soon as he walked out the door, and a bucket for drawing water next to it. The layout of the surrounding houses made him feel inexplicably familiar. It felt like their general's mansion, and a bit like the house he had lived in.

The only difference was that there was a room where the medicines were neatly arranged and clearly labeled, but he couldn't take them away even though he wanted to; the rest of the rooms were hard to describe, with things in every room in a mess and placed in disarray, and it didn't look like a place where people lived at all.

There was another room locked with a dozen or so men in black who had been knocked unconscious. Three of them were knocked unconscious by him. No one knew how they got in. They were piled on top of each other and were not afraid of being crushed to death.

At first, Jing Changning thought he was hallucinating, and even wondered if he had really been chopped by the man in black and turned into a wandering ghost.

But after drinking a few sips of well water from the wooden barrel, which tasted the same as the one his niece usually gave him, his mind became much clearer.

He looked at the messy things carefully again. All the things in his study had been moved in. The furniture and bunk beds were all used by him. Even his wife's dowry was put into half of the room.

The gold, silver and treasures in the general's mansion's treasury were thrown into the space by this naughty niece and not cleaned up quickly. It was really a waste of resources.

As he walked toward the gate of the mansion, he glanced around anxiously, fearing that a man like him, having rashly entered the realm of the immortals, would encounter the immortal lady. His mood was a mixture of hope and worry. Would the immortal lady be as beautiful as a flower or look like a brothel owner? Would she force him to stay here and become Xu Xian? The more he thought about it, the more horrified he felt.

It was not until I walked out of the yard and saw the open space outside, and then saw the land and stream that I saw when I came in last time, as well as the green vegetables and crops, that my mood slowly calmed down.

But after calming down, he was still worried that he wouldn't be able to get out, and he silently prayed that things outside would go smoothly.

Jing Changning almost cried when he came out. Although the air in the space was very good, he felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted, as if he had suddenly seen the sun again after being trapped in fog.

Jing Chunxi was taken to a lonely house by his grandfather, and Jing Changning was brought out. A dozen black-clad killers also came out with him.

These people were handed over to Zhou Wei, and everyone returned to the Hubei Restaurant. Zhou Wei and his team were enough to handle the subsequent interrogations, and they didn't need to get involved at all.

But Jing Chunxi felt unsatisfied. She felt that this mission was too simple, not as thrilling as she had imagined. Not even a hint of fear, it was boring. She completely forgot that she thought her third uncle had been killed.

Uncle Zhou Wei and his men had wiped out all traces of the killings. I wonder what the victim would think if they knew about this. They probably wouldn't suspect just a dozen or so prisoners in General Jing's mansion! No matter how you look at it, they shouldn't have the ability to do this.

Jing Chunxi was still in a bad mood. As a child, he felt empty inside because he couldn't go out to play.

The opportunity to go into the city that I had finally fought for passed by so uneventfully. I didn't even have the chance to stroll around Yiyang City. When I returned to the room where I lived, I was urged to change into my original gray clothes, have a simple meal, and then, under the concerned gaze of my grandmother and two aunts, take a carriage back to the post station.

Thinking that she would have to repeat the boring exile journey tomorrow, she realized that this journey was really long and she felt a little bored now.

The capital city is already far away, and the next city is definitely not close, and Lingnan is still very far away.