As night fell, Feng He found Gan Xin and rode to Mazhen with the experts from Xichang.
Ma Town is still very lively at night. There is no curfew here. Many people gather together and light bonfires outside.
Wherever there are many people, especially where there are many men, there are women, and they are beautiful women.
Some women shuttled among the crowd to solicit business, laughing coquettishly from time to time.
Feng He and Gan Xin dismounted. They were dressed in ordinary business travel clothes and looked very inconspicuous.
The location of the ghost spies has been identified, all they need to do is lead a roundup.
These ghosts look similar to normal people, except they look a little sinister.
"You go and watch outside the inn."
Feng He ordered the Xichang spies to disperse immediately.
"Three, it's hard to start..."
Gan Xin touched the cigarette rod at his waist and temporarily stopped smoking.
Feng He whispered: "Lao Gan, we are all here, you can't just sit on the ground and raise the price."
Gan Xin meant to increase the price, but Feng He immediately stopped him.
Gan Xin coughed twice and walked into the inn with his hands down, followed by Feng He.
The inn was very lively. On the makeshift stage in the middle, a dancer was dancing, wearing very few clothes.
There were stoves lit around, and the temperature was higher than outside. As the musicians played, the dancers danced gracefully, and the men in the audience looked greedy.
Feng He glanced at the dancer's trembling body, but Gan Xin was not interested at all.
At this age, women are no longer able to arouse physical reactions.
The two of them blended into the crowd and slowly walked upstairs.
The second floor is the guest room. There are guests drinking and having fun downstairs, and there are also guests resting upstairs.
The three masterpieces of the ghost clan are in the room at the end of the stairs.
A handyman came over carrying a wooden basin. When he saw Feng He, Gan Xin walked in and asked, "Where does the guest live?"
The busboy felt that they were strangers to each other, and he didn't seem to be from the inn, so he asked casually.
Gan Xin stepped forward, clicked lightly, and fainted.
Feng He immediately caught the person, dragged him to the corner, then neatly took off his clothes and put them on himself.
After everything was done, Feng He walked in with the wooden basin, followed by Gan Xin, holding a broom in his hand.
After walking to the last room, Feng He knocked on the door and said in a local accent: "Sir, the hot water you requested has arrived. Please clean the room."
There was no response from inside. Feng He looked back at Gan Xin, knocked on the door again and said, "Is your guest sleeping? If so, we will come back tomorrow."
There was a sound of slight footsteps, almost covered by the noise downstairs. Feng He and Gan Xin pretended to turn around and leave, but the door suddenly opened. A young man wearing a sheepskin coat looked at the two of them with cold eyes.
Feng He stopped, turned around, bent over and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, please go to bed. We will come back tomorrow without disturbing you."
The man said coldly: "Come in and tidy the bed."
Feng He looked at Gan Xin hesitantly, and Gan Xin acted like a little old man, waiting for Feng He to speak.
"That's...okay."
Feng He pretended to be reluctant and walked in, with Gan Xin following behind.
Entering the room, there were two people inside, a man and a woman, both around 40 years old.
The young man closed the door and stood at the door, as if blocking the door.
The cold eyes of the two men and women revealed greed, as if Feng He and Gan Xin were prey.
"Hello, sir."
Feng He chuckled and bent down to put down the wooden basin. Gan Xin clenched the broom with both hands, not daring to raise his head to look at anyone.
"Clean the bed."
The young man had a sneer on his face.
These three people had been holding back in the snowy mountains for a long time. After coming out of the snowy mountains, they let themselves go and ate a lot of people along the way.
When they arrived at Mazhen, they wanted to eat people again, so Feng He and Gan Xin came to their doorstep.
The three people's eyes focused on Feng He, because Feng He was younger and had warmer blood.
Gan Xin looks old, as if he has run out of gas, and is dry and has no appetite at all.
"okay."
Feng He nodded and bowed, walked to the bed and started making the bed.
It was obvious that the bed had not been slept in and these people did not sleep at all.
Feng He turned his back to the three of them. The young man winked, and the woman slowly stood up and walked toward Feng He.
At this moment, Gan Xin suddenly took action, punching the unsuspecting young man over and then pounced on another middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man did not expect Gan Xin to take action. When he stood up and tried to resist, Gan Xin had already punched him twice and the man also fell to the ground.
Something unexpected happened and when the woman turned around suddenly, Feng He immediately turned around and pierced the woman's heart with a dagger.
Before the woman could fight back, Gan Xin pulled away and knocked the woman to the ground.
"Master!"
Feng He praised Gan Xin's ruthless tactics and succeeded with one blow.
An assassin is an assassin and does things cleanly and neatly.
"Lock it up."
Gan Xin took out the tobacco stick and took two puffs when he was done.
Feng He opened the window, and the Xichang spy waiting outside immediately climbed into the window, picked up the iron chain, and tied the three crafts tightly.
"Let's go."
Feng He said hello, and the spy threw the man out of the window. Gan Xin finished smoking a pipe of cigarettes and flew out after him.
The horses were ready. Feng He put the three craftsmen on the horse and carried them back to Yanmen Pass overnight.
It happened very quickly, and because of the noise downstairs and the absence of people next door, no one noticed.
By the time the handyman woke up from the cold, Feng He and his party had already left.
"Where are my clothes? Where is my basin? My mother, what a ghost."
The handyman ran back to the room trembling. He didn't remember what happened at all. He didn't dare to tell the shopkeeper and just pretended that nothing happened.
When we returned to Yanmen Pass, it was already late at night.
Feng He locked the three men in a prison, with their hands and feet nailed to the wooden board with iron nails, and spies armed with crossbows watched from outside.
There was still a sharp sword stuck in the woman's heart. Feng He pulled out the sword from his heart, and blood oozed from the wound.
After a while, the two men slowly woke up, but the woman was still sleeping.
"You? Here?"
After the man struggled a few times, excruciating pain hit him, and they discovered that his hands and feet were nailed to the wooden board.
"This is Yanmen Pass, and you have been arrested."
Feng He smiled and pulled out a wooden sword and said, "You all know this, right? The sacred wooden sword is specially designed to kill your ghost clan."
Seeing this thing, the man panicked and said: "We are just doing things, there is no point in arresting us."
Feng He chuckled and said, "I also want to capture your holy son, but it's a pity that I can't."
"Stop talking nonsense, let me ask you, where is the ghost fetus now?"
The wooden sword in Feng He's hand shook, and the two men could feel the terrifying aura.
This wooden sword looks like wood to ordinary people, but ghosts can feel the terror in it.
"Why, you don't even know this?"
The two of them didn't speak, and Feng He sneered.
You can say that you don't know about other things. They were sent by the ghost fetus to spy on the news. They must know where the ghost fetus is.
Neither man spoke. Feng He moved a chair over and sat down. He crossed his legs, played with the exquisite wooden sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "Why, you think I can't bear to kill you?"
The two men did not speak. They were afraid of the ghost fetus and did not dare to reveal the ghost fetus' information.
"Indeed, I can't bear to kill you."
Feng He laughed and said.
The two men looked up at Feng He in surprise, wondering what Feng He meant?
