01

There was only terror in the night without people. At this terrifying moment, Ah Chen's heart was clenched.

Ah Chen's heart felt cold, and he touched his waist with his hand.

After enduring it for a long time, Ah Chen finally let go of his hand.

It was so quiet here, no one alive was breathing, and Ah Chen could hear the sound of his own heartbeat.

No one can calm down when encountering such a scene. After all, he is a living person. At this moment, it is like entering a burial ground in the suburbs.

An inexplicable worry filled Ah Chen's heart. The people in the inn died in strange ways. Their injuries were not caused by Cui Si.

But from their attire, Ah Chen could see that these people were all prosperous men, and some of them were already quite old.

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They must have rich experience in the world, but for such a person to die so quickly, they must have met a strong man. Ah Chen took a breath of air.

Their weapons included knives and swords, but the swords did not rush out of their sheaths and the swords did not move. The strangest thing was the people who had their necks broken.

There was nothing in his hands, but his hands told Ah Chen that this man had practiced iron sand palm, and his head was actually bleeding.

This man must have gone through a struggle before he died. The person who injured him first wounded him, and then broke his neck with his own palm.

This person is definitely not Cui Si, Ah Chen knows this.

Cui Si used a knife. Ah Chen had never seen how fast his knife was, but from his story, Gao Qian had already told himself that Cui Si was once a swordsman.

Before he met Cui Siniang, he was just a friend. It was this woman who kept Cui Siniang's wandering heart.

If a man is willing to pay for a woman, it means that he is tired of the world and needs a family.

Everyone longs for a stable and joyful home. Cui Si is a man, and of course he needs this warm home.

So Cui Si put down the knife in his hand, and he was no longer a wandering swordsman, he became a good husband and a young innkeeper.

But now this good husband and little shopkeeper is no longer in his inn. Ah Chen understands that he must have encountered trouble that he cannot solve.

Otherwise, the couple would never leave their inn. This inn is their home. A person will never give up the home he is attached to unless he has to.

Ah Chen held his breath, found the lantern of the inn, and walked slowly and gently into the backyard.

The moonlight illuminated the backyard very brightly.

The backyard of the inn was very quiet, there was no sound of anyone talking or fighting.

On the road leading to the room, there was a man standing. This man's back was very strange. His shadow in the moonlight only had one leg.

This man was holding a black crutch in his hand. Ah Chen saw that the crutch was deeply inserted into the ground, and he looked at the room in the backyard.

Of course, the man was not standing straight, his body was leaning forward, and the crutches he was holding supported the man's body, preventing him from falling.

This man was dead. The first thing that caught Ah Chen's eye was that his back was bleeding, but the blood had solidified and formed a block.

Ah Chen slowly touched his body with his hand. The body was still warm, indicating that the time of death was not too long.

There were stab marks left by the sword on his back. The sword came so fast that the man didn't react at all. The man was behind him.

The sudden sting made the man prepare to resist. He wanted to raise his crutch, but the sword came too fast.

The strength of this man's hand caused his crutch to penetrate into the ground. He did not rush to attack. This method of attack was simply silent.

Ah Chen came in front of this man and raised the lantern in his hand. He had never seen this man before, and there was a scar on his face.

His mouth opened wide, obviously he was surprised by the attack from behind, but his eyes were looking forward. There should be another person in front of him.

The person in front of him attracted his attention. He may not have been prepared for the person behind him at all, which is why he was so surprised at the moment of death.

Who can have such a fast sword? Ah Chen was thinking carefully. In his eyes, he had only seen the speed of Li Qing's sword. The young master's sword skills were already fast enough.

But his young master never kills anyone from behind, and he doesn't like to kill people either. In Ah Chen's memory, Li Qing just teaches his proud opponent a lesson every time he takes action.

But what about Cui Si and his wife? Aren't they here?

Holding a lantern, Ah Chen pushed open Cui Si's room. There was no one in the room?

Where are people?

At this moment, a terrible scene appeared in Ah Chen's mind, as if it had just happened.

02

The moment the door was closed, Cui Si saw a strange man.

This man wore a black cloak and held a sword in his hand. He was very thin, but his face was clean and there was no beard.

The thin face was very cold, without a trace of a smile. He closed the door not with his hands, but with the wind of his palm. This man has such profound skills.

Cui Si immediately gave Cui Siniang a look. He knew that he must have encountered big trouble today. The people who came were not good people, and they might bring killings in the world.

Mr. Li put away his crutches very quickly. When the wind from Cui Si's palm struck, he raised his hand and bumped into it.

Cui Si retreated during the palm-point duel, when someone suddenly came and interrupted their fight.

There were all kinds of people flying in, but they were not dead. It was just that the way they came in was a bit ugly, and the way they landed on the ground was even more ugly.

People in the world wanted to save face, and a commotion broke out immediately. The man in black's hands were very fast, as if he was peeling an apple, and Cui Si's eyes were dancing.

The men who tried to stand up fell down again. His sword was too fast. This was the second fast sword Cui Si had seen.

Apart from his young master Li Qing, Cui Si couldn't believe that there was anyone else who could strike so quickly and with such cruelty. Even a pile of gourds couldn't be cut in such a way?

But these people still didn't stand up. They didn't even have a chance to draw their swords. For a moment, the only sound in the inn was the sound of people breathing faster.

After a moment of silence, someone moaned in the room. This was Yang Kuo who had fainted. He woke up, but it seemed that he didn't wake up at the right time.

"Grandma, you are so cruel," the person with the head covering likes to curse this sentence when he wakes up. The speaker has never thought about the consequences of this sentence.

"Your mouth stinks!" The man who came in did not move, his sword had been put back into its scabbard.

Yang Kuo saw everything that happened and also saw this man. He had a bad temper. The moment he woke up, he moved his feet and struck out with his palms again.

Cui Si did not have a sword in his hand, so these people who came must have been killed by this person. He knew his own judgment very well and firmly believed in his palm skills.

Everyone makes their first mistake, and they must not make it a second time. Here, as long as it happens a second time, the living person will never have a chance again.

Yang Kuo's palms are thick. This is a habit he has cultivated over the years. When the palm is released, there will be a sound of wind. The moment the thick palm comes.

His eyes immediately went blank, he would never believe it.

The body of the standing man was like a fallen leaf, but it was blown up by the wind of his palm. He fell on the table next to him, and disappeared with a tap of his foot.

Yang Kuo is also an old martial artist. When he discovered this moment, he only had one thought in his mind, 'No!' and stopped with his feet as fast as possible.

Cui Si couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. This man's floating figure was like a bat in the night, he was simply a ghost.

The sword in his hand was not drawn out. The moment it fell behind Yang Kuo, his palm was like a sharp knife for chopping firewood, and there was a "click" sound in the inn.

Cui Si was a swordsman. He knew what the sound was and what happened. This man would definitely never be able to open his mouth again.

The person turned his hand, grabbed the clothes on Yang Kuo's back, and gently lifted it onto the stool next to the table. He was holding a person in his hand, and the person's expression seemed to be that he was holding a broken hand.

Angry duck.

There was no expression of life on his cold face, and Cui Si's heart trembled.

"You! Who are you?" Mr. Li, who was leaning on crutches, spoke.

"Are you Mr. Li who has a broken leg?" The person who came in turned around and looked at Mr. Li.

"What's going on?" Mr. Li's tone was very harsh.

"Your hatred must be very deep. Are you here to seek revenge?" the man in black said.

"Why should I tell you?" Mr. Li said.

"Why are you still alive?" said the man in black.

"How dare you kill me?" Mr. Li said.

The man in black didn't answer, and his eyes suddenly showed murderous intent. This murderous intent can make the hearts of the living tremble.

Everyone alive in the inn has seen this man's swordsmanship and techniques. Are they his opponent? Everyone alive is weighing it in their hearts.

People who travel in the world of martial arts like to describe themselves as "kind". When encountering a real opponent, everyone will hesitate. After all, at this time, life and death are only in a moment.

People who are alive can always say that they are "kind", but after death, all comments will appear, although they can no longer know it.

"You! What do you want to do?" Mr. Li's man was talking, but his voice had lowered and was no longer as ferocious as before.

"I didn't have any ideas at first, but now I have changed my mind." The man in black said.

"What the hell is the idea?" Mr. Li asked casually. He must care about this person's terrible thoughts.

"I suddenly want to teach you a lesson," the man in black said. After saying this, he added: "We should go somewhere."

"Where?" Mr. Li asked.

"Cui Si's backyard is quite nice, I like it very much!" The words of the man in black shocked Cui Si. Could it be that this man has been hiding in his backyard?

Cui Si and Cui Siniang slowly retreated into the backyard. They didn't want to offend this person. They still don't know whether this person is an enemy or a friend.

If you say he is an enemy, but he killed these people who came, if you say he is a friend, but his expression tells Cui Si that this person is not friendly at all.

The moment he entered the backyard, Cui Si was even more surprised. Now there was a person standing in his yard. This person was wearing a mask and a black cloak.

He suddenly heard Mr. Li walking behind him without any footsteps, and instantly made a strange sound. At the same time, he heard a sentence, "This person does not deserve to live in the world."

Cui Si's hands clenched into fists.

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