The inn is open, and today, there are many guests in the Nanshan Inn.

All kinds of people carry weapons, and each one is always wrapped with the smell of blood.

The shopkeeper's face was dark, and his abacus crackled, quickly calculating how much he would have to lose once the fight started.

Shiratori was in the crowd, anxious, and poured sip after sip of wine into his mouth. Keep stretching your hand to the gourd around your waist and look at your surroundings with the corner of your eye.

Today, he finally went out. I don't know where he got the money, so he bought a down coat, and the white down was wrapped around his neck, which looked a little more expensive.

It also happened to be out today, so he heard bad news.

It was rumored that Nangong, the woman wanted in the portrait, once appeared in the Nanshan Inn, and it was in the Tianzi No. 8 room of the Nanshan Inn.

The ghost cried all night last night and didn't return, so it must be in room No. 8 of this day. So at this moment, Devil Cry is dangerous, and that's why he's here.

Boom!

There was a sound of footsteps upstairs, and a figure appeared in front of everyone.

Scarface leaned on his staff and went downstairs with difficulty. He shuddered, the sharp pain of the wound causing his face to contort and become incredibly abstract.

The eyes of everyone downstairs were attracted, and then they exchanged their heads and ears.

"It's not him, it's said to be a person from the Central Plains with narrow eyes. ”

Finally went downstairs, Scarface wiped the sweat on his head, looked at the guests in the hall, sneered, and went out, happy in his heart.

His life is over, but here, there are more people who will be worse than him.

He knew exactly why they came.

But it is precisely because of this that he is happy in his heart.

These people must have a conflict with that terrible Central Plains people, and once the conflict arises, there will be bloodshed.

With that Central Plains person's sword technique, even if they are not the opponents of this group of people, this group of people will definitely suffer a terrible price.

And that Central Plains man may not be able to please him, and he may have to leave his life behind. Anyway, no matter what the result is, he is happy to see.

However, he had no intention of staying to witness the exhilarating scene. He is an acquaintance, and since his hands and feet are useless, he is destined to be an ordinary person who is exploited by others in the future, and he has to plan for the future.

Scarface's departure, which did not attract anyone's attention, was just a cripple and did not deserve their attention.

Upstairs, footsteps rang out again.

A pair of greedy eyes looked upstairs in unison, and this time, they saw the main master.

Holding a long knife and narrow eyes, it is the Central Plains man who lived in room No. 8 of Tianzi for a day yesterday.

However, what is surprising is that there is also a woman wearing a hat next to him. They only heard the footsteps of one person, but two people appeared. This woman was like a ghost, closely following the side of the original man with the knife, and at first glance, she was not a character to be messed with.

The noisy hall just now was instantly quiet, and the falling needles could be heard.

Countless eyes converged, Ghost Cry was not afraid, a pair of narrow eyes swept past, and there were constantly eyes to avoid, stabbed by the sharpness of his eyes, and he didn't dare to look at him.

One person, suppressed a group of people.

The ghost cried and saw the white bird, the white bird made a gesture slightly, the ghost cried back a look, and then as if he didn't see the white bird, he grabbed Nangong's hand, interlocked his fingers, and walked down step by step.

Shiratori looked puzzled, could it be that the ghost cried and didn't find out?

Damn, I can only take advantage of the chaos to find an opportunity to help him later.

As soon as they went downstairs, the guests sitting in their seats stood up in unison.

Among them, there are many who are tall, and some are even taller than Ghost Cry.

These people, either strong or muscular, seem to have no one to mess with. They moved in unison and approached the Devil Cry.

After going downstairs, Ghost Cry had only taken three steps before he had to slow down. The surroundings seemed more and more crowded, and at this moment, the bell shook violently, and the bell rang rapidly.

Evil thoughts, surging out, spread with the ringing of the bell.

The few people who approached the ghost crying turned pale, staggered, and covered their heads vigorously.

Fear rose in the hearts of the others, and they clutched their weapons hard.

Devil Cry squeezed through the crowd and walked another five or six steps, and at that moment, a hand reached out and slapped Devil Cry on the shoulder.

"Brother, can we talk?"

Looking back, the person who stretched out his hand was a man with an honest face.

He is not very old, but he should not be small, slightly taller than Devil Cry, with dark skin and a well-proportioned body, and he is in the prime of life.

And around his waist, the pure gold sharp knife inlaid with seven precious stones scorched brightly, this is not a simple figure.

Shiratori's heart tightened, and the secret path was terrible.

This man he knew, a very famous lone traveler, known as the living water ghost, often went to sea alone in a boat, and often came back, all with a boatload of gold, silver and jewelry.

Some people say that he salvaged the sunken ship, but no one knows whether the wreck was originally sunk or was chiseled by him.

At the same time, he also did some business, some life business. Often between the rabbit and the stork, the other party has already been taken away by him.

"In the living water ghost, I hope my brother will give me face. The living water ghost said with a smile, revealing sharp teeth that looked less like people than sharks.

As he spoke, Ghost Cry felt a huge force hit his shoulder, and the hand that grabbed his shoulder was like an iron tong, trying to break his shoulder bones.

Ghost Cry let go of his right hand that was interlocked with Nangong's ten fingers, grabbed the hand that was grasping his shoulder, and with a lot of force, he pulled this hand away.

Then he said, "I'm not interested." ”

The living water ghost, heh, is clearly a living corpse, but it was born for some reason.

"Then you're just not giving me face. The living water ghost asked with a smile.

"So what?" said Ghost Cry.

Although the living water ghost has a knife at his waist, he does not use a sharp knife, but uses a pair of iron hammers.

The hammer hangs from the waist, the hammer head is a fist, one happens to be a fist of the left hand, the other is a fist that happens to be the right hand, and it is just as big as a fist, and the handle of the hammer looks like a piece of bone. The whole pair of hammers is lifelike, and if you don't look at the color of the black iron on them, it looks like they were taken from a living person.

There are very few people who use this kind of weapon at sea, and people don't like to wear this kind of heavy weapon, because if you wear it, once you fall into the water, it will be very troublesome, and it may threaten your life.

However, the living water ghost was used.

His hands grabbed the handle of the hammer, watched the ghost cry, and asked with a smile again, "Are you sure you don't want to give me face?"

Ghost Cry glanced at his hammer and said, "I can have your head before you swing the hammer, do you believe it or not?"

The bell rang more and more urgently, and the surging evil thoughts rushed to the face.

The living water ghost saw death, but it just so happened that he was the kind who was not afraid of death.