The courtyard was deathly quiet, and everyone was struck by sheer terror!
Sikong Jing's eyes flickered with a cold light as he looked at the several dozen house servants who were already scared out of their wits. His voice became frosty, "My family doesn't owe you wages, yet you attempted to rob us of our belongings. Therefore, you... won't have any funeral expenses."
"Kill..."
Figures flashed, and the sound of screams filled the air.
By the time Sikong Jing landed, not a single one of the house servants in the courtyard had survived.
As for those house servants who previously couldn't bring themselves to plunder and were outside the courtyard, they were so frightened that they wet themselves and fled as if flying.
In their eyes, Sikong Jing had transformed into a murderous demon.
Of course, Sikong Jing didn't bother with them, as he only killed the guilty. How could he recklessly kill the innocent?
His gaze returned to Su Yun.
