It was late at night, and the snow was still falling outside.

There was silence all around, in the inn, under the oil lamp, and there were still two tables of five guests still drinking, but it was already the end.

When the shopkeeper was ready to close, the man went out and took down the lantern that hung at the door.

And at this moment, several men came from outside the door, led by a tall scar-faced man.

"Guest officer, it's better to stay in the hotel. The shopkeeper asked, as always, with a smile on his face.

Scarface slapped the snow on his body, glanced at the shopkeeper, pulled the portrait from his subordinates, glanced at the person in the portrait, and said, "That's right, it's you." ”

The shopkeeper's face was clouded: "Ah!"

"Look, is this situation familiar?" Scarface slapped the drawing on the table.

The shopkeeper picked up the painting, and then his hand shook, this picture, not last night.

Looking at these two guys with unkind looks, the shopkeeper gave the guy a look, and the guy took the knife back with an unwilling face.

Then, the shopkeeper took a deep breath and said with a smile, "It's really me." ”

Scarface asked, "Which room is this?" ”

"Tianzi No. 8 room, but there are already guests, so it's better not to bother. In my opinion, a few people can't afford to mess with that guest. ”

Scarface everyone looked at each other and laughed: "Hahahaha, there are people I can't afford to mess with, then I'm going to go and see, let's go." ”

As he spoke, he walked towards the stairs inside.

At this moment, the five guests who were still drinking were divided into two tables, and there were four people at one table.

At the other table, a man drinks alone. Seeing this, he sighed, put the hat on his head, tied the rope, and grabbed the handle of the long knife on the table.

Scarface stepped on the stairs, the blade of the long knife on the table slipped out of its scabbard, and the man with the hat on his head walked towards Scarface.

The scabbard rubbed against the blade, making a subtle rustling sound, and one of Scarface's several men turned around, exclaimed, and instead of pulling the knife from his waist, he took the axe from behind his waist.

The comer is not good, as a man of the sea who has lived at sea for a long time, he is extremely decisive.

The long arms stretched, the waist twisted, the shoulders shook and the arms waved, and the next moment the axe was thrown out by him, and it spun rapidly, turning into a black shadow, directly hitting the guy with the hat.

The man with the hat stretched out his left hand, grabbed the handle of the axe, and flung it back at a faster speed.

The black shadow flashed, and the head of the man who had just thrown out the axe was split open by an axe, flew backwards, and slammed into the wall.

This sound attracted everyone's attention, Scarface turned around, blood splashed on his face, one of them stretched out his hand blankly, touched his face, and then looked at the blood on his hand, and an angry and terrible roar sounded in the hall: "Old Seven!"

Sharp knives, harpoons, bows and arrows were held in their hands one after another, and they were aimed at Ghost Cry.

Then, except for a man with a bow and arrow, the rest of the people rushed forward.

Ghost Cry dragged the knife to meet it, the tip of the knife rubbing against the floor, and in the sneering sound, a slender trace was left.

With the sound of messy footsteps, the two sides touched.

The harpoon stabbed head-on and was tossed aside by the long knife. Devil Cry gripped the handle of the knife with both hands, and the blade was against the wooden pole, cutting straight down.

The speed was so fast that the other party didn't react.

When the blood flowers bloomed, and his palms and fingers flew together, he still hadn't reacted, and he would never have a chance to react.

The long knife did not pause after drinking blood, and with a slight turn, it cut into the man's chest, and then changed it to a stab, and went straight into the heart.

A peach blossom bloomed at the mouth of the heart, broken petals flew from the wound, and the tip of the knife detached from the soft flesh.

Devil Cry took a step back and turned sideways to dodge the stabbing knife. He withdrew his long knife and swung it again, drawing a perfect circle along his body.

Suddenly, three heads rose into the sky.

In the hall, the smell of blood began to permeate, and it quickly became thick.

Dark red blood spread under his feet, pouring down the cracks in the floor.

Three headless corpses fell to the ground, "bang bang", and the sound was very pleasant. Scarface, who was deliberately a little late, changed his expression greatly, and in just one breath, he was left with only three brothers.

He took a step back, and the two brothers beside him rushed forward.

The snow-white sword light threw out red blood beads, and the two complete figures were instantly shattered, twisting and falling to the ground heavily.

A dark shadow brushed past Scarface's side, it was a sharp arrow, and Scarface gave birth to a glimmer of hope, and his steps to escape were slightly retracted.

Then, I regretted it.

I saw that the man gently flicked the long knife, only to hear a "ding" sound, and used the blade of the knife to flick away the flying arrows.

The arrow spun and landed on the floor, plunging into one section and slanting to the ground.

The man walked forward with his feet raised, and the speed was very fast, and in an instant he was in front of him.

As soon as he raised his hand, a white light shot out from his palm, and the brother with the bow and arrow covered his neck, threw the longbow in his hand, and fell to the ground softly.

Scarface no longer hesitated, and simply threw away the sharp knife in his hand neatly, and fell to his knees.

The blade that emitted a cold light appeared on his neck for a moment, and the sharp breath made him stiff.

The edge of the knife trembled, "buzzing", eager to drink blood. The blood beads slid on the edge of the knife and hung on the edge of the knife, and finally the strength was exhausted, dripping from the edge of the knife and dripping onto Scarface's shoulder, and there was another blood spot on the linen clothes, and Scarface's body trembled.

Such terrifying knife skills are desperate.

Scarface raised his head, with a bleak smile on his face, and smiled reluctantly: "Uncle, I don't know how we offended you?"

A deep voice sounded from under the hat: "Aren't you looking for me?"

The corners of Scarface's mouth twitched, and through the figure of the ghost crying, he saw the shopkeeper who shook his head helplessly, and couldn't help but recall the shopkeeper's words.

“...... A few of them couldn't afford to mess with the guest. ”

The shopkeeper didn't lie to them, but unfortunately, they didn't believe it.

Scarface wanted to cry without tears, and his lips trembled: "Uncle... The uncle spared the villain's life, the villain's life was worthless, but he could still do something for the uncle. ”

The blade left his neck, and he cautiously looked at the man out of the corner of his eye, only to see him hold the blade between his arms, and then pump it hard, and the blade was back to its full body, and all the remaining blood on it was completely gone.

And on the sleeves, blood beads rolled and slipped down, and not a drop stuck to it.

It was the first time he had seen this kind of clothes, and when he saw this kind of blood-free clothes, he couldn't help but tremble.

This person is either rich or expensive, and he is very rich and noble, and he is by no means something he can afford to provoke, but for some reason, he will appear in this inn.

"Get some clothes. Ghost Cry said lightly: "Follow the woman in the painting, get some clean clothes that suit her." ”

Scarface was overjoyed in his heart, this was sparing his life, and quickly stood up and was about to go out. At the same time, I had a small idea in my heart, and pondered the meaning of the ghost crying words.

By chance, he had already caught the woman. I also need clothes, maybe the woman has been ...... by him

Thinking of this, Scarface was jealous in his heart, he had never touched such a beautiful Central Plains woman.

"Wait. His deep voice was like a demon whispering in his ear, and he froze and stopped.

"Touch your neck. ”

Scarface did so, his neck was slightly itchy, and when he touched it, there was blood in his hand.

Shocked: When?