The boss was puzzled, and then he saw him take out the book from the waiter's hand and slowly flip through it.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be quite interested in his book, the waiter thought he had found a soulmate and said with joy:

"This eldest brother has such a good sense. This book has become very popular recently. It is extremely popular not only in Jiu'e City, but also in dozens of other surrounding counties. It can be said that everyone has a copy. Could it be that eldest brother is also a fan of this book?

Can’t make it?”

After flipping through a few pages, the boss frowned slightly and said in a calm tone:

"Is this a martial arts novel?"

The shop owner nodded:

"Yes, brother, haven't you read this book? I recommend it to you. The plot characters in the book are very interesting."

He threw the book in his hand casually on the wooden table, and the waiter quickly put the book away, looking distressed, as if it was some kind of treasure.

The boss said with self-deprecation in his heart:

"Looking at the title of this book, I thought it was about some kind of martial arts, but I didn't expect it to be a martial arts novel. I was just overthinking it. In such a remote place, how could there be any good martial arts or basic and medium skills?

The technique, I'm afraid, is amazing. Besides, looking at the waiter's lack of cultivation, it's impossible for the technique to be in the hands of such a character."

After secretly emptying his stomach, the boss took out a piece of rice paper from his waist, opened it, and showed it in front of the waiter.

"Have you seen this person?"

The waiter picked up the candlestick on the wooden table, put the firelight close to the portrait, looked at it carefully for a moment, and murmured to himself:

"Hmm... This child looks a bit familiar. Where have you seen him before?"

The waiter thought for a moment, but still had a pensive expression. The boss's eyes flashed, and his tone became a little cold:

"Tell me, where did you see it?"

The waiter took two steps back and saw his evasive expression. After struggling several times, he spoke in a submissive tone:

"Here, there are many people coming and going in this store every day, and my memory is not very good. I feel familiar at this moment, and I can't think of where I have seen this person. Let me think about it, think about it..."

"Has he stayed at your place or visited your store?"

Lao Liu reminded me from the side.

The waiter rubbed his thumb and index finger against each other and said hesitantly:

"I remember, I remember, the child's appearance became clearer and clearer, but it was just a little bit different, and I figured it out..."

The waiter's intention is very obvious, he just wants some benefits.

The boss nodded slowly towards the waiter, and then winked at Lao Liu beside him.

Lao Liu understood immediately, and seeing him under the expectant gaze of the waiter, he instantly jumped onto the wooden table.

I saw the short Lao Liu squatting on the wooden table, holding the waiter's throat with his left hand, and covering his mouth with his right hand to prevent him from making any sound.

"Boy, don't make any noise, or I'll cut your throat!"

Lao Liu's high-pitched voice sounded close to the waiter's ears, and the coldness of death spread throughout his body, causing the hairs on his back to stand up instantly.

With his life in someone else's hands, the waiter didn't dare to say anything, seeing his eyes full of

Full of deep fear, he nodded quickly, indicating that he would never make a sound.

"Now, let me ask you an answer. If you dare to hide it, you will die!"

Although the boss's voice is not big, in the waiter's ears, it is like the whisper of ghosts from the underworld.

Lao Liu slowly released his hand that was tightly covering the waiter's mouth, but kept holding his throat with his left hand to prevent the man from losing control and preparing a fatal blow at any time.

As soon as his palms were released, the waiter couldn't help but take a deep breath of air, and then said intermittently:

"This child stayed in the hotel this morning, and he was accompanied by an old man. He is currently living in that room!"

The waiter pointed to a room near the wall. The three of them looked at each other, and then nodded slowly.

"Click~"

Lao Liu exerted a little force with his fingers, and a slight sound of bone cracking came from the waiter's neck. The waiter's throat was crushed, his expression froze, and he died instantly.

Killing ordinary people with no cultivation is no different from strangling an ant to death.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief, and their internal energy quietly circulated in their Dantian, slowly approaching the door pointed by the waiter...

The air seemed to be getting colder and colder. Nian Qin wrapped the quilt tightly, but she still felt chilly.

He held his little hands tightly, and after giving himself a slight sense of security, he felt more comfortable. As time passed, sleepiness gradually came over him like a trickle. Just as his eyes closed, he was about to fall asleep.

When I left, I felt as if a stone had hit me hard, and I suddenly woke up!

Feeling extremely dull in his heart, Nian Qin immediately stood up. The old man sleeping next to him was also awakened by the movement.

Looking at Nian Qin who looked extremely panicked, the old man quickly held his shoulders and asked anxiously:

"Disciple, disciple, what's wrong with you?!"

Nian Qin clenched his hands into fists and beat his chest hard:

"My disciple feels chest tightness...that strange feeling in the morning came again, and this time it's even more serious."

The voice of Nian Qin was full of uneasiness: "Moreover, I feel that something bad is getting closer and closer to me..."

This kind of situation has never happened to Nian Qin before, but since entering Jiu'e City, it has happened frequently, which made the old man a little confused and a little anxious.

Just when he was about to say something to comfort Nian Qin not to panic, he saw his face suddenly change, as if he heard something, and made a silence gesture towards Nian Qin. His left hand slowly reached under the pillow and took out a black

A long strip of cloth bag, this bag is exactly the one that the old man always carries on his shoulder and never leaves his body.

He slowly opened the cloth bag with his left hand, and a flash of metallic light flashed in the darkness, revealing an iron rod about two feet long wrapped in black cloth.

The iron rod is dark black in color and can be perfectly hidden in the night. The surface of the iron rod is engraved with fine spiral patterns. There is a round protrusion at the top of both ends, which looks like a small hammer. There is a crack in the middle.

If there is no gap, it also means that the iron rod can be divided into two in some way.

This iron rod with a strange shape is a unique weapon that belongs to the old man. In order to win by surprise, or with some special skills, he forges his own unique weapon.

There are not many such things.

Holding the weapon in his hand tightly, the old man's internal energy in his Dantian had been fully mobilized. He walked lightly to the door of the house and listened to what was going on outside.

There was no sound, but this did not mean that there was no one outside the house. As an ordinary second-rate warrior, the old man could vaguely sense that danger was approaching.

"Who is it? Could it be a bandit nearby?"

Thinking of this, the old man rejected this idea in his heart:

"No, I can vaguely feel that someone is approaching, but I can't detect any trace of the other person, including the sound of breathing. He can completely hide his traces under my induction. This person's cultivation level is the least comparable to mine.

Quite, even better than me."

"How could a person with such a level of cultivation be an ordinary bandit? Could it be that an enemy from his early years came to the door?"

The old man felt uneasy in his heart. The identity of the other party was still unknown, but there was no doubt that his strength should not be underestimated. At least he was on par with himself. If the old man was the only one, he would naturally not be afraid.

Beside him, the old man decided to protect Nian Qin's safety no matter what.

The old man got up and came to the bedside. Seeing him quickly stuffing Nianqin under the wooden bed, he whispered:

"Disciple, I will think of a way to lure them away in a moment. Then you can take the opportunity to escape from here. We will meet on the official road ten miles away!"

Nian Qin didn't know what happened, but he could slightly detect it, and it seemed to be related to his own strange feeling.

Nianqin bowed and lay under the bed. He could escape for the time being, but what could the master do?

"Master, you have to be careful!"

The old man nodded quickly, and then warned carefully:

"Remember, use the breath-holding method taught to you by my teacher. This method allows a first-rate master to detect you, and there is no chance that others will discover you."

"Disciple, you have to remember that no matter what happens to the master, you don't come out. Do you know that if the master doesn't show up one day later, you will go to Wudang Mountain to learn skills. When you get to the mountain gate, tell the master's story

Given your name, of course someone will take you up the mountain."

Although Nian Qin is still young, it does not mean that he is ignorant. The master's words made him faintly uneasy:

"master……"

The sheets were pulled down, and it was already late at night. Nian Qin hid under the wooden bed. The linen sheets hanging in front blocked the only moonlight, leaving only a gap of less than half a finger with the ground.

Nian Qin did not dare to be careless, and quickly followed the instructions taught by his master to perform the breath-holding technique. For a moment, Nian Qin's breath seemed to be sealed by ice, and slowly fell silent...

Outside the house, the three bosses took out the scimitars from their waists and slowly approached the door. The three of them winked at each other. The sixth man took the first step, reached out and gently pushed the door open, and stepped in carefully.

Inside the house.

It was pitch dark in the room, and I couldn't see my fingers. Because of its low price, this guest room didn't even have a window, and even the moonlight was mostly blocked outside.

The furnishings in the house were so simple that they could be seen at a glance. The three of them locked their eyes on the only conspicuous wooden bed and approached cautiously with scimitars in hand.
Chapter completed!