"Of course it's very familiar," Su Jian snorted coldly, "If you talk about pretending kung fu, I'm afraid that no one in the entire martial arts can compare to you." ”

"I think Your Excellency must have been dazzled and recognized the wrong person, I Hua Wanshu never likes to pretend," Hua Wanshu replied expressionlessly.

"You only like to write books?" asked Su Jian.

"Not bad!" said Hua Wanshu.

"Can the books you write become reality?

"What the hell do you want to say?" Hua Wanshu said.

"I want to ask, what story is written in your book tonight?"

"Of course, it's a wonderful story, and I've always felt that as long as it's a dead man's story, it's going to be wonderful!" said Hua Wanshu.

"I don't plan to kill anyone tonight," Su Jian said coldly.

"Although Your Excellency's knife is fast, it may not be able to kill the world's masters, and the person who dies tonight may not be Your Excellency," Hua Wanshu said.

"May I ask who is going to kill me? Could it be you?" asked Su Jian as he stared at Hua Wanshu.

"I only write books, I don't kill people," Hua Wanshu said indifferently, "Although the living may not be able to kill Your Excellency, the dead will definitely be killed." ”

"Dead people, could it be that Xiao Erlang and Zhuge Xuan have really returned to their souls?" Su Jian moved his gaze to Xiao Erlang and Zhuge Xuan in turn, and was surprised to find that these two people really exuded a cold and gloomy dead air!

It was the breath that only the dead emitted.

When Su Jian finished saying this, the air seemed to freeze instantly, and the temperature in the restaurant suddenly dropped to freezing!

The north wind on the street was fierce and cold, and two lanterns had been raised in front of the Soul Inn.

The white lantern swayed in the wind, the red wick was like a pair of bloody ghost eyes, white and red, didn't it symbolize death and blood?

Su Jian's hand had tightened the hilt, and the green tendons on the back of his hand had flare, but they were still dry and steady.

The expression on his face did not show the slightest tension or change, but smiled at Xiao Erlang and Zhuge Xuan.

The two of them didn't seem to have the intention of attacking him, so Su Jian turned around and faced Hua Wanshu again.

I've heard that dead people don't hurt others for no reason, unless they have a grudge against that person or have been deeply hurt by someone," Su Jian said, "Both of these people have indeed died once, but unfortunately their deaths have nothing to do with me." “

"So you're sure they'll never attack you?" Hua Wanshu said indifferently.

"Even if they make a move, the person they want to kill must be you, I know that in the bloody storm in the Ten Thousand Swords Hall, Zhuge Xuan and Xiao Erlang, at least one of them died, and it was related to you," Su Jian said, "Even if you didn't make it yourself, you also participated in the despicable murder." “

"Hmph, if they want to kill me, they have already made a move, and they don't need to be reminded by Your Excellency," Hua Wanshu said coldly.

"Maybe they complain too much about you and want you to die slowly," Su Jian suddenly stared at Hua Wanshu's right arm and said, "Why does your right arm never move?"

Sima Rui was cut off by him, and no matter how disguised he was, his right arm was mutilated.

And this Hua Wanshu's right hand has been holding the book motionless, only the left hand is constantly rotating the judge's pen.

Just when Su Jian was about to grab Hua Wanshu's right arm.

"Bang!" The door of the Soul Resurrection Inn was suddenly kicked open, and two men in black clothes walked into the inn one after the other, and rushed straight to the restaurant.

"Shop, Lao Tzu wants to stay in the store! Hurry up and bring the wine!" It was as if two dark clouds had drifted in, and the atmosphere in the inn suddenly became tense.

Anyone can see that these two are the real plague gods.

The tall one is like the door god descending into the world, with a black face and steel hair, eyes like copper bells, and a heavenly king's ghost slashing knife obliquely inserted into his waist;

The height of that big axe is twice as tall as his stature, I really wonder if he will have a chance to pull out his blade and parry once he encounters a strong enemy?

"What do you want to eat?" Of course, Seven Lives had already seen these two plague gods, but because of fear, he hid in the distance and didn't dare to come forward to greet him, seeing that he really couldn't hide, so he had to step forward and ask.

"Turtle son, of course, you want the best wine and meat, the best food, will Lao Tzu be missing your silver?" the tall man scolded and reprimanded.

The wine and food were quickly put on the table, the best wine, the best food!

Even Su Jian had to admire, the efficiency of this inn cook was amazing!

With these two disturbing the situation, Su Jian had to stop for the time being, and looked coldly at the two plague gods who had just rushed in.

"Fourth, what do you think of this inn?" The tower-like strong man, even when he was drinking and chatting, was as silent as a bell, as if he were dead except for the two of them!

"Hehe, so-so, not to mention that our brothers didn't come to this border city where birds don't, and they didn't come to enjoy it," Lei Doll's voice was hoarse, which made people listen to it very depressing and uncomfortable.

"Then what do you think we're doing here?" asked the strong man of the tower.

"Of course it's revenge!" said Lei Doll hatefully.

"Seeking revenge against whom?" asked the strong man of the tower.

"Su Jian!" Lei Gongju gritted his teeth and said, "He killed Sima Daxia, do you want to leave like this? Not to mention that he has done a lot of evil, and everyone who fights righteousness will be punished for the troubles of the rivers and lakes." Only by killing him can we return justice to Sima Daxia and peace to the martial arts!"

The more the thunder doll talked, the more angry it became, and it was quite a feeling of arrogance.

Su Jian frowned, he recognized these two people as the "jagged twin ghosts" who had been in the underworld for a long time.

The tall one is called the "Ghost Killer Knife", and the short one is called the "Mourning Ghost".

These two are already top masters in the lower five gates, and they have been committing crimes in the customs for a long time, but they didn't expect to meet them at the Soul Resurrection Inn.

But the two ghosts don't seem to recognize Su Jian, otherwise they wouldn't have been chatting there with a song and a harmony.

"What did he do?" asked Sambu as he poured a large glass of wine.

"Don't talk about it, let's just say that in the past two days! He not only insulted and killed one hundred and eight widows of all sizes in the widow's village, but even the old sow of the widow's village did not let go, his thief nature can be described as shocking! It is outrageous!" Shen Busi said indignantly, "He also assassinated Meng Zhongqiu and Meng Zhongchun in a row on Xia Ke Island, and his methods were evil and vicious, and he took away all the treasures and martial arts secrets of Xia Ke Island!"

"This guy is indeed extremely evil, and he never dares to be upright against the enemy, otherwise with the martial arts of the Spring and Autumn Heroes, how can he easily succeed?"

"Even when he killed Sima Daxia, if he hadn't taken advantage of Sima Liujia and was giving birth, how could he have done it easily?"

"Alas, the fourth, Sima Daxia is a man," Shen Busan glanced at Shen Busi, obviously a little dissatisfied with this partner's lines.

"Ahem! The little brother said that he was gone, it was Sima Daxia's concubine who was giving birth. You must know that the master has made a move, and he can't be distracted and careless, Sima Daxia was worried about the partial house of dystocia, and he was careless in Jingzhou, so he was killed by the young man in the battle of the mass grave," Shen Busi explained with a dry cough.

"Smack!" the more he listened, the more angry he became, and slapped his palm on the sturdy rosewood square table, where his palm touched, the wooden boards shattered into powder, revealing a shocking hole!

Obviously, this guy's iron sand palm has been trained not badly.

Su Jian watched coldly at the nonsense of these two plague gods, he didn't want to kill people, but someone sent his head to the door.

The merchant was still drinking tea, the bookkeeper was still fiddling with the abacus, and there was no change on Hua Wanshu's face.

In fact, from beginning to end, Su Jian didn't see any changes in Hua Wanshu's face, his face was like a delicate white jade porcelain carving, even if it was broken, it would never produce the slightest emotional fluctuation. 22