Listening carefully to the movement outside, there was a slight sound at first, but in the end it seemed to evolve into the sound of footsteps, and it seemed to be getting closer and closer to my room.
Chen Feng's eyes were startled. He must not be a good person for being sneaky and sneaky in the middle of the night.
Chen Feng gently got out of bed, went to the table, picked up the luggage on it, and retreated into the shadows to hide in a few steps.
If you are going to die, don't come to me. I'm still injured, so I can't do strenuous exercise.
Look around, where should you hide? Behind the screen? No, they will definitely search that place. Under the bed? They will definitely search it, let alone the cabinet.
Eh? Cabinet? Chen Feng's eyes lit up, he jumped lightly, grabbed the top of the cabinet with both hands, and lay down on the cabinet and shrank up.
At this time, Chen Feng began to feel lucky. The inn that Yue Buqun found should be a relatively high-end inn, and there was such a cabinet, otherwise it would be difficult to hide.
But it is a pity that now I have not practiced the fourth level of bone shrinking method of Jiuyang Divine Art. If I learned that, it would be easier to hide.
After Xiang sighed for a while, Chen Feng's eyes became solemn, because he heard that the footsteps seemed to have arrived outside his door.
He lowered his body and breathed extremely slowly.
Are you really here for him? I am a good young man in the 21st century, a kind-hearted and filial person, and no one offends me.
At this time, the people outside the door seemed to hear Chen Feng's doubts, and they cooperated very cooperatively to confirm Chen Feng's conjecture, and quietly opened the door little by little.
After he came in, he turned around gently and closed the door.
This action was seen in Chen Feng's eyes above the cabinet, and he was filled with admiration. These days, even assassins are polite enough to close the door casually.
Of course, the assassin didn't know that his every move at this time was being watched by Chen Feng, and he quietly closed the door.
Turning around, he slowly drew his sword and lowered his steps towards the bed where Chen Feng was meditating.
On the cabinet, Chen Feng's eyes were fixed on the assassin figure. When he walked to the window, a ray of moonlight shone on his face.
I don't know why this assassin came to assassinate me, but he didn't cover his face in any way, so Chen Feng, who had good eyesight, could see his appearance clearly at once.
When he saw the appearance of this assassin, Chen Feng felt a knot in his heart and his eyes suddenly widened. Chen Feng had really seen this face before.
The previous Five Mountains Conference was not very long ago, and Chen Feng still clearly remembered the few people who participated in the Five Mountains Conference with good abilities.
And the assassin in front of me is Di Xiu of the Songshan Sect who was defeated by Chen Feng's sword in the Five Mountains Conference?
Why did he come to assassinate me? Even if I defeated him, even if he held a grudge, there was no need to go all the way to stab him, right?
Chen Feng was dumbfounded. Could it be that Zuo Lengchan sent him to kill him? But even if Zuo Lengchan had murderous intentions for him, there was no need to assassinate him so hastily, right?
While Chen Feng was making various guesses in his mind, Di Xiu had already walked to the edge of the bed where Chen Feng was meditating.
Because Chen Feng wanted to sit on the bed and meditate, he had just pushed the quilts together, so now it was so dark that it looked as if someone was really sleeping.
Looking at the quilt on the bed, a chill flashed in Di Xiu's eyes, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Chen Feng, Chen Feng, if you didn’t go to the Emei Sect to disrupt my master Zuo Lengchan’s plan, you might be able to live a few more years, but you just want to stir up the muddy water and wipe the bright spots on your eyes when you get to the underworld. Don’t do this in the next life.
Too nosy.
After thinking about it, Di Xiu raised his sword and stabbed the quilt directly.
But what surprised him was that his sword actually pierced the quilt without any hindrance. This made his expression change. The feeling of piercing a human body was not like this.
Di Xiu quickly pulled out his sword and stretched out his hand to lift the quilt.
Looking at the empty bed, Di Xiu was shocked, and the pupils in his eyes shrank to the size of needle tips.
Empty...empty?
Di Xiu was shocked and jumped onto the table.
He quickly looked around the room. How could there be no one there? Chen Feng, who was recorded in the account book below, was clearly in this room.
He quickly scanned the surroundings. Since the quilt showed signs of being turned over, someone must have lived in this room before. It must have been that boy Chen Feng who was too alert and noticed his arrival. He might still be in this room.
Moreover, it has been written in the intelligence that Chen Feng was injured and his strength must be greatly reduced. This is the best time to kill him, so you must not let it go.
So, Di Xiu picked up his sword and searched the room openly. Chen Feng guessed correctly. He searched or stabbed everything in the cabinet under the bed behind the screen.
"Damn Chen Feng, where did he hide?"
Looking at the room that had been turned over almost completely, Di Xiu growled with a livid face.
Gritting his teeth, Di Xiu finally looked at the opened window.
With a flash of his eyes, he ran to the window and took a look. He was surprised to find that there was only an alley outside the window.
Di Xiu jumped directly from the window on the second floor of the inn and chased deep into the alley. In his opinion, Chen Feng must not be able to run far because he was injured. It should be too late to chase him now.
And his idea was obvious, and it was what Chen Feng, who was lying on top of the cabinet, wanted to see the most.
After Di Xiu jumped out of the window, Chen Feng also jumped down and hid behind the window, revealing one eye and looking at Di Xiu who was gradually running away, and breathed a sigh of relief.
It's so thrilling, that bastard, if I hadn't been injured and afraid of pain in a fight, you would have had a better time tonight.
After patting the dust on his body, Chen Feng vaguely heard a "creak" coming from outside the door as soon as it was clean, as if someone had stepped on a loose floorboard.
Chen Feng's face froze, and after being slightly stunned, he immediately jumped up on top of the cabinet again and lay down.
But the Zaun mode has already been activated in his heart.
I'm so fucked up, what's going on tonight? Do you think I'm hurt and easy to bully? Everyone wants to stab me a few times, shit, shit, shit...
When Chen Feng was happily scolding, the door was gently opened again.
However, the assassin seemed to be much more professional this time. If it hadn't been for the creaking sound from the floor before, Chen Feng would have been unable to hear his footsteps at all.
Even the sound of opening and closing the door was kept to a minimum.
He quietly walked towards the bed, and when he passed by the window, Chen Feng also saw how he was dressed.
A professional is indeed a professional. Apart from being a bit stronger, this assassin fully meets Chen Feng's standards.
He was dressed in black night clothes and had a piece of black cloth covering his face, unlike that Disiu who went out to assassinate people and wore white clothes without covering his face.
However, what makes Chen Feng really strange is that the more he looks at the assassin's physique, the more familiar he feels.