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Chapter six hundred and ninety fifth divine arrow

The next day, there was heavy fog in front of the inn.

After the continuous drizzle, the sky finally showed signs of clearing up, and the dark clouds turned into black clouds, swooping like horses and swooping like dogs, drifting eastward.

After last night's troubles, the innkeepers got up late.

When the white-haired old man came to the inn door through the fog, he saw that the door panel had not been removed, so he stepped forward and knocked.

"It's morning, open the door, open the door," he shouted.

Yu Sheng woke up suddenly. He ignored the old man, stood up, stretched and opened the window.

"Hey, it's such a heavy fog." Yu Sheng said.

The heavy fog blocked all the vision, the lake and the shadows of the trees were all visible, and even the thatched roof of the yard was a little blurry.

The air is very humid, as if you can squeeze out water by holding it. When you breathe in this air, it is a little cool, but very refreshing.

The white-haired old man heard the sound of his crutch tapping the bluestone, stopped knocking on the door, and turned to look to the east of the town.

Soon the figure of a person turned from light ink to thick, broke through the thick fog, and came to the white-haired old man. It was the gray-haired old man.

"Brother Mu, are you alright?" The gray-haired old man raised his hand to the white-haired old man.

"It's okay, it's okay. Is there a hole in Brother Mu's foot?" the white-haired old man asked with these unceremonious words...

"Hey, it's hard to recover. People who don't have eyesight are walking around, and if you get better, you'll see ghosts." The gray-haired old man shook his head, and the two of them talked in the same tone.

"Of course, misfortunes rely on blessings, and the old and injured feet will naturally bring blessings." The gray-haired old man patted the baggage behind him, "I recently got a piece of stuff, and I invite you to share it with me."

"What?" The white-haired old man didn't understand what the gray-haired old man said.

"Ah Du Wu." Seeing that he still didn't understand, the gray-haired old man said impatiently: "Money, I picked up the money."

"Oh, oh," the white-haired old man said, "What Brother Mu said is too convoluted."

"Brother Mu, what you said is wrong. If you talk about property directly, wouldn't you be tainted with the stench of copper?"

"What Brother Mu said is absolutely true, A Duwu, this is a good name, not bad, and elegant enough." The white-haired old man nodded.

"Let's go, I'll be the host today." The gray-haired old man walked up the steps and knocked on the door.

The two of them had spent all the money they had saved in recent years, but now money fell from the sky.

"Come on, come on, stop knocking. This is a door panel made of ash wood." Yu Sheng saw that the guys remained silent, so he had no choice but to go downstairs and open the door himself.

"So what about the locust tree? Is it precious?" After Yu Sheng opened the door, the white-haired old man said unhappily, "I tell you, the locust tree is of the highest quality."

"That makes sense, the banyan tree is of the highest quality," said the gray-haired old man.

The white-haired old man was unhappy again, "The locust wood is of the highest quality."

"The banyan tree is of the highest quality."

"On the locust tree..." The white-haired old man stood for a while, and finally ended when he could hardly breathe, "Pin!"

The gray-haired old man didn't have enough lung capacity, so he said directly: "The locust tree is the ghost in the tree, and the locust tree attracts ghosts."

"Rong..." The white-haired old man didn't know what to say.

"Okay, stop arguing. I'll cut them all down later and try them out. Then I'll tell you which kind of wood is better." Yu Sheng said.

"Don't!" the two old men said in unison.

"The banyan tree is better." "The locust tree is better." The two old men changed their minds and insisted on the other's point of view.

"Stop arguing, why don't we eat?" Yu Sheng finally became impatient.

The two of them entered the inn and found a seat to sit down. Then they turned around and asked the gray-haired old man to sit on the east side.

"Today I am the host." The gray-haired old man said to the confused Yu Sheng, and threw him a bunch of money. "This is a reward for you, so hurry up and get some porridge."

"Then you have to wait and cook now."

Yu Sheng took the money and was about to go to the kitchen when he suddenly felt that the money in his hand felt familiar. He stopped and looked at it carefully. He happened to be counting the money he had been defrauded yesterday.

It's just that the coins all look the same. For the rest of my life, I can only close my eyes and carefully feel the bunch of coins with my palms.

"What are you doing?" the gray-haired old man asked.

"This is my money." Yu Sheng opened his eyes and said to the gray-haired old man with great determination.

"Absurd! These things look the same. How could you know that this money was defrauded by a traitor?" The white-haired old man was afraid that he would not be able to finish the meal.

"This is really my money. It was deceived by a traitor yesterday and hidden in a tree hole. If you don't believe it, I..."

Halfway through, Yu Sheng slapped his forehead and said, "Why did you lead me into this ditch?"

He continued: "If you don't believe it, I will bring the traitor out and we will confront him on the spot."

The white-haired old man wanted to say something, but he was stopped by the gray-haired old man.

"Hey, this guy..." The gray-haired old man lost his elegance in what he said next, "He really belongs to shopkeeper Yu. I saw Ye Zi riding a pig high and chasing after that person."

"Look, it's mine, right?" Yu Sheng proudly put the bunch of money into his arms, "Let me tell you, I'm almost done with this money, and I remember the feel of it very clearly."

"Poor little fish, you are so short of money, I will reward you with some more." The gray-haired old man took out the bundle and threw a bunch of it to Yu Sheng.

Only then did Yu Sheng return to the kitchen with satisfaction.

As soon as the porridge was cooked, he woke up and said, "That's not right. It seems that the old ghost and the liar have all their money hidden in the hole of the tree."

In this case, the money that the gray-haired old man put in his bag just now should have been hidden by liars and old ghosts.

That should be my money!

Yu Sheng hurriedly went to the backyard to ask the old ghost to bring the man to the front. He then went back to the lobby to test his voice and see if he could share the money equally with the old man.

As soon as they returned to the lobby, the four assassins called Yu Sheng on the wooden stairs, "Shopkeeper Yu, slave, cough, we have something to tell you."

"What do you want me to do?" Yu Sheng felt sorry to see that his eldest brother still had the head of a pig and the body of a woman.

The eldest brother was supported by the mustache and the white-faced scholar. The four of them deliberately stood to the west of Yu Sheng, so that Yu Sheng faced them directly and turned his back to the backyard door.

"There was so much noise last night, what happened?" asked the eldest brother.

"Oh, someone exploded... and his leg was pricked." Yu Sheng felt that it was better not to tell anyone about someone's explosion.

"Tie the foot?" The three men were puzzled as to how afraid that person must be of pain to make such a big movement.

"Shop Manager Yu, I brought him here for you." The eldest brother was about to continue asking questions when Gongyang came in with the man.

The man asked in a tone that looked down on life and death, "Shopkeeper Yu, you..."

"Plop!" The man's words stopped abruptly. Yu Sheng was surprised to see an arrow stuck into the back of the man's head, making him tremble endlessly.

"This, this..." Yu Sheng was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

Just when he was stunned, "poof", another arrow shot through the window. Yu Sheng, who was caught off guard, was about to be hit by an arrow.

The gray-haired old man stretched out his hand to grab it, and the arrow pierced the back of his hand. "Why are you so dazed!" he shouted to Yu Sheng.

But it wasn't over yet, "Xiu"'s voice sounded, and an arrow actually bypassed the four assassins and shot directly towards Yu Sheng.

Fortunately, after the old man shouted, Yu Sheng came back to his senses and moved in an instant. He had arrived at the door of the inn, in the opposite direction to where the arrow was.

However, the arrow made a 180-degree turn, bypassing the four people again and roaring towards Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng's body changes again, and the arrow shaft changes accordingly, "Fuck you, uncle, this arrow is still a tracking missile!"

He changed positions many times, and Yu Sheng even stuck to the floor. He still raised his arrow and chased after him. He was also very flexible and could get around any obstacles.

"Get out of the way!" When Yu Sheng stood at the door again, a voice came from behind.

Yu Sheng hurriedly turned sideways, and when the arrow turned to shoot towards him, a cold light flashed beside him and hit the arrow with lightning speed.

The arrow was cut in half by the long sword, but its power remained unabated and it still hit Yu Sheng's chest. However, the sharp edge of the arrow had gone and it did not cause much damage to Yu Sheng.

"Oh, my sister, luckily you came by chance." Yu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was Yu Shiyu.


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