The door of Tongfu Inn that had just been closed was suddenly pushed open by someone, and the long and thick door bolt was broken into two pieces on the spot.
A man covered in blood staggered in and fell to the ground.
"Help, help!"
He let out a heartbreaking cry for help, crawled forward on his hands and feet, with a look of fear on his face: "Help me..."
Everyone around him took a deep breath.
This man was the same guy who had just been displeased by the shopkeeper, Kuitong, and had to lead people away angrily.
I didn't expect that such a big change would happen in a short time.
But what really makes people shudder is not the miserable-looking man on the ground, but the group of people appearing at the door like ghosts at this moment!
Surprise, fear, doubt, shock...
Under the gaze of pairs of strange eyes, a dozen men in fancy clothes and carrying long knives filed in.
Wearing hats on their heads and trailing dark red cloaks behind them, they moved quickly and in perfect coordination, with an indescribable chilling aura that instantly shocked most of the people present.
"Blood-clothed Guard!"
Someone blurted out and immediately closed his mouth tightly.
And this name seemed to contain a powerful spell, making everyone look horrified.
Everyone was as silent as a cicada.
Blood-clad guards are extremely special beings in the Daliang Kingdom. They are in charge of the internal bodyguards and are responsible for protecting the safety of the royal family, patrolling and apprehending externally, and investigating many local crimes.
The blood-clad guards only obeyed the orders of the Emperor of Daliang, so they had great authority. Since the founding of Daliang, they had made countless achievements and had a great reputation for being able to stop children from crying at night!
People in the world are all frightened by the news.
Xia used martial arts to break the law. The royal family and the government have never had a good impression of the uncontrolled Jianghu people. Over the past hundreds of years, countless warriors have died at the hands of the blood-clothed guards, including many strong men from the Wuzong and even the Wuzun level!
The most important thing is that the blood-clothed guards have the power to mobilize local sergeants to encircle and suppress the bandit Kou Qiangliang, and their own force is also very powerful.
So when everyone saw the identity of the person coming, they were all frightened, and some even almost urinated on the spot!
There was silence in the entire lobby, and the only sound was the wind and rain outside.
The old bosses and others sitting in the corner lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly, for fear of suffering disaster.
The Blood-Shirt Guards are the elite force of the Liang Kingdom, and their number is not very large. A small team that suddenly appeared in this wilderness must have a special mission.
Where can they offend?
Wang Chen took another look and recognized that the leader of this team of blood-clothed guards was Xiaoqi.
A military attache from the seventh rank!
Wang Chen's cognition naturally came from Ling Zhiyuan's memory. When the latter grew up, Ling Hongyun once instilled in him many taboos, including some Jianghu affairs.
Although Ling Zhiyuan has no interest in these at all, he still has memories.
He also met the people from the Blood Clothes Guards.
Wang Chen recognized the other party from the color of his clothes.
This blood-clad guard Xiaoqi had a thin build and a gloomy face. After breaking into the inn lobby, he stepped forward without saying a word and lifted up the struggling man on the ground.
He lifted it up by his neck!
Katcha!
Only a crisp sound of broken bones was heard, and the unlucky guy died on the spot.
The blood-clothed guard Xiaoqi waved his arm and threw the corpse out of the door like a piece of garbage, and was instantly submerged in the darkness and wind and rain.
"Search!"
He waved his hand again: "See if there are any rebels!"
"Here!"
Eleven blood-clad guards responded in unison, took out a stack of thick rice paper portraits, and checked the people present one by one against them.
At this time, shopkeeper Tong and her husband heard the commotion outside and came out together. When they saw this scene, their expressions changed. The latter even quietly put away the bone-cutting knife in his hand.
The blood-clothed guard was obviously not something the two of them could offend.
The little flag glanced at the two of them, snorted with a snort, and began to scan the people present with his sinister eyes.
Anyone who is targeted by him will be frightened.
Suddenly, the blood-clothed guard Xiaoqi seemed to have discovered something and strode over...
In front of the boss!
Lao Baotou's face was as pale as paper, and he almost slipped under the table. His lips trembled a few times: "Guan, Guan Ye..."
As a result, Xueyi Wei Xiaoqi didn't look at him at all, and said to Wang Chen next to him: "Wipe your face clean."
Wang Chen was speechless.
This man's eyesight was so sharp that he could actually see through the disguise on his face from twenty or thirty steps away.
Wang Chen could feel that the other party's aura had been firmly locked on him, like sharp thorns, piercing his soul.
The strength of this blood-clothed guard Xiaoqi is at least the level of a military commander.
And he is also a high-level military commander!
Wang Chen's mind raced, and he suppressed the idea of escape. Then he dipped his sleeves in rice wine and wiped away the dirt and plant juices smeared on his face.
Then his fair and handsome true appearance was revealed.
Xueyiwei Xiaoqi's eyes suddenly lit up: "Huh?"
Wang Chen felt a chill in his heart.
If this guy has any special hobbies, then he will have no choice but to fight, or at worst, give up the mission and return to Haotian Realm.
As a result, the other party quickly retracted his gaze: "It turns out it's you who came here."
Wang Chen was stunned.
The blood-clad guard Xiaoqi obviously recognized his true identity, but in Ling Zhiyuan's memory, he did not exist.
"My surname is Zhang."
Xueyiwei Xiaoqi said calmly: "You don't know me, but I know your father."
"grown ups."
At this time, a guard in blood clothes came over and reported: "We have searched inside and outside, and no one who rebelled against the party was found."
"Um."
Xiaoqi, surnamed Zhang, nodded: "Brothers, you have worked hard, sit down and have a drink and something to eat."
He waved his hand and threw a gold ingot on the counter: "Shopkeeper, bring up all the good wine and meat, and prepare a large shop and two upper rooms!"
Shopkeeper Tong and his wife looked at each other, then lowered their eyebrows and agreed.
The blood-clothed guards drove the crowd to one side of the hall, where they occupied four wine tables.
Everyone dares to be angry but dare not speak out.
Xiaoqi, surnamed Zhang, occupied a table to herself and asked Wang Chen to stay.
"You don't have to be afraid."
He picked up the rice wine on the table and took a big sip, and then said: "Your father Ling Hongyun and I have some connections, and I also know what happened in your family."
After a pause, the blood-clothed guard Xiaoqi said again: "I even drank your full moon wine."
There was a hint of memory on his face: "More than ten years have passed in a flash!"
Wang Chen didn't expect that the other party had such a relationship with him, but after all, he was not the real Ling Zhiyuan. He could only answer from a common sense point of view with a wry smile: "It turned out to be Zhang Shishu. My nephew encountered an unexpected misfortune, so he had to disguise himself.
Please help me keep the secret, Uncle Shi, my nephew is very grateful!"
"Keeping secrets is no problem."
Xiaoqi, surnamed Zhang, waved his hand and said: "It's just that I have a special status and cannot interfere in your family affairs. If you want to take revenge and return to the Ling family, you have to rely on your own efforts."
He looked at Wang Chen deeply: "But I can give you a chance."