At dusk, he dragged his heavy back out of the alleyway.

The thin figure was carrying a very unusual knife. He originally wanted to drag the body away, but he finally stopped.

Destiny is hard to break.

The heavy psychology that fate gave him made him even more unsure of where to go next.

With the passage of time, Ma Jingqian is already in his thirties.

Maybe Qianjiazhai would give him a sense of belonging.

These days, the streets often become extremely violent after some bad weather.

First of all, the cargo boxes were knocked over one by one, and the people who looted them didn't even care who the items belonged to.

It is because of this that private fights and killings gradually become more and more frequent and common.

As for whether the teacher should die, Ma Jingqian already had the answer in his heart.

The master took the order and went down to the Red Flower Forest in disguise. He was timid by nature. After hearing that the private capital in Mincheng was serious, when he went down the mountain, he specially asked a few more people to accompany him.

Not long after the hailstorm washed over Mincheng, the master's footsteps arrived shortly afterwards.

The group of them did not dare to interact too much with the local people, so they only ate some dry food they brought with them before entering the city.

Looking around at the markets on the outskirts of Mincheng, there is a stilted inn at the city gate that seems to have a slightly quieter environment.

The main reason why Master chose this place is that there are few people here.

The trip was full of worries and bumps, and when we just booked a room, the group suddenly felt tired and sleepy.

The master was about to close his eyes when he heard a clang and something fell on the ground. He scanned in the direction of the sound and found that it was the inner door latch that had fallen to the ground.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and just when he was about to close his eyes again and have a good sleep, a very confusing question suddenly came to his mind: shouldn't all door latches be made of wood?

He quickly stood up and originally wanted to go to the door to check the wind, but suddenly a picture of bones outside the city popped into his mind.

The master trembled all over when he thought of this, and then angrily kicked the guard who was accompanying him awake.

The man was sleeping soundly when he was frightened by the sudden blow and woke up from his dream. He opened his eyes and wiped them and realized that it was the master.

"Master, what are your orders?"

The master made a long face, as if he was nervous and unhappy. He quietly pouted and pointed to the door: "I slept like a dead pig. Did you see that the door latch fell down?"

The subordinate felt aggrieved, but didn't know what to say. Although he was very resistant in his heart, he couldn't resist the order.

He looked at his master's expression, as if he owed a debt, and reluctantly got up from the ground and walked cautiously to the door.

He yawned and closed the door nonchalantly.

Just as he was about to turn around and go back to sleep, his foot hit the ground and hit the door latch that the master mentioned. The sound of iron made him suddenly startle, and his sleepiness disappeared instantly.

He originally didn't want to go and see what this inexplicable thing was, but it seemed that the master's intention was to find the source of the door bolt for him.

Taking advantage of the situation, he took out a fire stick from his arms and blew it. Half of the room was suddenly lit up. The subordinate looked down at his feet and discovered.

The thing on the ground was not a latch, but a large rusty saber.

When Huo Zhezi came closer, the master could see it very clearly. He subconsciously looked towards the east window and saw a cool breeze blowing.

"Forget it, just use the knife to fasten the door latch. The window is still ventilated. Let's go and take a look!"

After seeing such a murderous thing, the gangster always felt that there was a lot of unreality in this room.

He felt the hair on his back with every step he took, always feeling that there was a cold-blooded killer hiding somewhere in the corner of the room.

Finally reaching the window, he timidly pulled on the window rope and tightened it. At the same time, the window paper made a crisp sound when it collided with foreign objects.

This time the man was a little bolder. He took out the fire folder again and approached the window, only to find that the window was connected to the window frame with an iron chain as thick as a finger.

And the middle part of the chain stretched between the loose window cracks for about two feet.

He felt that it was inexplicable. An ordinary window could only be a thin hemp rope at most, but this window had a long iron chain hanging on it.

He carefully pulled up the chain slowly, but he could only feel the rough rust on his hands, but there was nothing else out of the ordinary.

Hearing the noise, the master asked quickly: "Agua, what's there? Hurry up and pack it up!"

"Um!"

After his men put away the iron chain, he threw away the debris in the joint and closed the window.

Now the tension between the two finally came to an end.

But after this ordeal, the master could no longer sleep.

Even though his eyes were very dry, he didn't dare to sleep. Every once in a while, he would pinch the flesh on his arms with his nails and shake the fat head.

In the second half of the night, there was no movement in the guest room, but the master was still having an ideological struggle between sleeping and not sleeping.

The four people next to him were grinding their teeth and snoring. He felt very uncomfortable and secretly gritted his teeth and cursed: "If you guys hadn't escorted me, I wouldn't have slept so well, and you guys would never have slept so soundly!"

The temperature difference in Mincheng is large, and it feels even more chilly before dawn.

The more the Master couldn't sleep, the more frustrated he felt, especially when he saw several of his subordinates sleeping more soundly than the last.

He felt cold, looked around the corners of the empty house, then leaned against the wall and hugged the quilt tightly, cursing in his heart: Damn it! In the past, he was a high-ranking person in the tiger head stage, and now he is a group of people.

It's really unpleasant to stay vigil as a handyman!

After spending the night like this, the master's original plan was to travel to the Xiongzhen border in three days, but now he really couldn't walk, and the tension of the night caused him to have a nervous breakdown.

The good thing is that there is not much movement of people nearby, and the business of this inn is not very good either.

Early in the morning, the innkeeper was at the door urging me several times.

Just after the fourth urging, Master felt a little angry.

"Shout for a ball, break the eye sockets and torment people!"

Just with these words of venting anger, a dozen people rushed out from downstairs. Although the group of people were all very thin, the gangsterism in their eyes really frightened the group of people into not speaking out.

The boss put one hand on his waist and knocked on the door with the other, "Hakka, call back!"

Judging from his tone, the owner of the inn didn't seem too angry, but the few people inside didn't even dare to open the door.

The master raised his eyes and glanced quietly. There were about ten people outside the door who had not yet dispersed. He stood there for a while and tremblingly shouted: "Boss, I was the one who raised my voice just now. You don't need to be so aggressive, right? You
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