devil may cry

Chapter 2. Dispenser's

On the wooden table in front of Yan Yangchen was a teacup, which was half full of cold water.

He sat on the stool, staring at the dim candlelight in a daze.

Today is the sixth day since he came south to Lingnan in the southeast of the Central Plains. If the family intends to send someone to arrest him or send a killer to kill him, it will most likely be tonight.

Or maybe he wasn't worth the trouble the family had to offer.He looked at his hands, the fingers were unnaturally bent, like the hands of an old man, he looked very old, and the color was getting darker day by day.

It was just after midnight, and he took a closer look at the inn again: it was located in the corner on the left at the end of the North Street, diagonally opposite a shop that didn't know whether it was a medical center or Jianyutang, and there was a locust tree outside the door. A tree, two willows, and a street in the middle where two carriages cannot pass at the same time; the houses that have been deserted for a long time are shrouded in gray, and the tall trees grow obliquely into the yard. At first glance, it seems that there is a house growing among the leaves have to.

The house has two entrances and two exits to form a square shape. The large lawn in the center is big enough, and I’m afraid it will be tiring to tidy up in the future; the left wing is four floors and the right wing is three. In front of the left wing is a row of abandoned houses, which just block the sunlight of the right wing; The house at the back is up to the sixth floor, and it stands out from the facade, looking downcast and magnificent.

He didn't do anything all day today, but wandered around this inn for a long time.

The only advantage here is that it is quiet, and there are only four or five households, none of whom are small businessmen.Open the window from the leftmost room on the third floor of the right wing, and you can see the Qushui River in February.It is said that because of this, the couple bought it on a whim back then. They wanted to snuggle up and watch Qushui, but they didn't want to keep it covered in dust.

Maybe... not in the future.Yan Yangchen looked at the dusty floor, thinking about the gold inlaid plaque on the gate: that was the name his mother proposed for this inn, and he smiled happily.Today, he saw the bumps on the plaque, and he didn't even see the shadow of gold.He asked someone to repair the gate temporarily. If nothing happened these few days, he decided to stay, not only because he had nowhere to go.

If you want to stay here, the money you bring can turn around a little bit, open this inn, and hire a few guys.Seeing the desertedness on the opposite side and this street, I don't need to invite too many people. It's fine if someone cleans up and gets angry occasionally.

The window was open, and the Qushui River was right in front of him. The sound of the waves resounded softly in the soothing breeze, crashing, crashing, but he didn't want to get up to look.I have stayed on Beidi Mountain for more than ten years, and I have never seen him again since the banquet of the Xue family by the Qushui River when I was young.

Rubbing the table with his fingers, there was a slight tingling sensation. He knew that his hands were completely useless, but he still felt a little bit disappointed when he thought about the past.

"Dong dong dong—" There was a knocking sound at the window suddenly.Yan Yangchen raised his head slowly, a figure was holding a slender object in his arms, squatting on the tiles and poking his head slightly into the window, knocking on the window sash with one hand.The candlelight was too far away from the window, Yan Yangchen couldn't see the face of the person coming, only felt a strand of hair hanging down, shaking in a blur.

He stood up, went over with the candlestick, and gradually saw the man clearly: he was dressed in night clothes, his face was exposed, fair and clean, young and heroic, and his two sword eyebrows made him sharper. He was originally a good man, but he frowned. Frowning, looking very bored, even a bit hostile, staring closely at Yan Yangchen.

Sure enough.

After the faint flame of delusion in Yan Yangchen's heart was extinguished, he calmed down and looked at the visitor quietly. He even thought in his heart that the killer this time is interesting and would knock on the door, oh, knock on the window.And these eyes are very similar to his third brother, which makes him feel comfortable.The third brother also likes to frown so much, this is not good, that is not good, he is very fond of being coquettish, very clingy, but he is a gentle child, he is very concerned, but he can't tell, when he was a child, he would hug Chen'er in the afternoon ...

"Boom."

As if touching some forbidden memory, the candlestick fell to the ground, and Yan Yangchen stood there dumbfounded.

"..." The eyes of the two sides were interrupted, and the man in black suddenly turned over and entered the room, picked up the candlestick, and said in a low voice, "Fire."

"No need," these two words describe all hopelessness.He even resisted the impulse not to shout "Kill me" to the person in front of him.

Just let him go in the dark.It was born like this, so it will be when it goes away.That way you don't have to suffer.

The other party didn't seem to hear it, or didn't even think about talking to him, so he went to the table where Yan Yangchen sat in the dark to find a fire pocket and lit it, and the room was lit up with a faint light again.

If you want to kill or cut, please feel free.As soon as this idea came to Yan Yangchen's mind, he heard the other party sitting on the stool, his voice was tired: "Bei Mingyan?"

No one answered, and the house was quiet.Yan Yangchen turned his head and looked at him quietly, as if he wanted to see the painting on his face, the man continued on his own: "Stay in the hotel."

"..." Yan Yangchen closed the window, and said in a more relaxed tone, "It hasn't opened yet."

"Lack of buddies?"

"No shortage."

"How do you calculate the wages?"

"No."

"take a vacation?"

"endlessly."

The man in black looked up, "Looking for death?"

Yan Yangchen didn't even bother to reply this time, and shook his head.

The person in front of him was not what he was waiting for. When he jumped into the room and picked up the candlestick, he knew that if the people in his family couldn't even see the obvious poison, they wouldn't have to mess around in the world.

Yan Yangchen noticed that he let out a breath, and felt ashamed of his subconscious "wanting to live" the next moment.

"Ok, deal."

This one-man show ended like this, and the man in black put the things in his arms on the table: "Repay the debt."

"What's the point?" asked, but his eyes were attracted unconsciously: it was a sword, with a slender body and a frosty white body, without any decorative patterns, and a small blood drop mark was engraved on the hilt , without Jiansui, he picked it up and stroked it, only to feel a chill penetrate into his skin.

The man in black seemed to be too lazy to talk to him: "Shop bill."

Yan Yangchen looked at the sword carefully for a while, and his eyes unconsciously revealed light, shining like rain after a long drought.After a while, he pushed back unchanged: "I'm waiting for someone, and I haven't cleaned this place yet, so I ask you to rest somewhere else."

"Waiting for someone?" The young son-in-law squinted his eyes to examine him, and finally said one word at a time: "Go, no, move."

"I would like to call a carriage for the young master, please don't worry about the money."

Speaking of this, it is already a well-spoken order to chase away guests. If you don't leave, you are not sensible.Who would have thought that person was just ignorant: "Don't go."

At this time, the outer street was updating, and Yan Yangchen felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart. The eyes of the other party were very different from the time he saw the sword just now. It seemed worried or angry, and he bowed heavily: "Young master, really It's not that I don't want to keep people. It's just that tonight, I can't protect you well here. Please, please..." Before he finished speaking, the young black-clothed swordsman interrupted: "This is considered to be admitting that you are Bei Mingyan. Being hunted down."

This name brought many memories. Yan Yangchen, who was bending over, was motionless, the candlelight was beating, and his heart was beating slowly in his chest. He slowly continued: "My surname is Yan, and my name is Yangchen. If you insist on staying overnight, you can stay here For one night, there will be cleaning during the day. I will take my leave first."

He couldn't stay any longer.

"sword."

"...No need."

"My name is Xiao Yan."

"Young Master Xiao is polite."

When Yan Yangchen closed the door and left, Xiao Yan frowned and took out an envelope from his bosom, with a disgusted expression on his face, he almost threw the candle with his hands, the letter, as thin as a cicada's wings, was engulfed in flames, and instantly turned into ashes and melted into it. Aged old ashes on the floor.He walked to the door and heard Yan Yangchen open the door of the next room, then walked to the window, opened the window and jumped onto the roof, walked to the edge, leaned his head down, and saw that everything on the grass was as new as before. There was a trace that shouldn't be here, so he sneered, thinking that he was a good dog.He said loudly again: "Go back and tell your master that the man is not dead, tell him to come here by himself."

A few black shadows under the eaves flashed past, Xiao Yan's eyes darkened, with a face full of reconciliation, cursing in bits and pieces, he gritted his teeth and went back to the house, closing the window.

The sword was still on the table, Xiao Yan didn't even look at it, just left it aside lonely.

Early the next morning, Yan Yangchen found the sword from yesterday standing in front of his door, like a friend who insisted on accompanying him.Hesitating at the door for a moment, I still couldn't help holding it in my hand.

There was movement from the lobby downstairs, and looking upstairs, Xiao Yan had changed out of his night clothes yesterday, bought breakfast, and was eating leisurely downstairs.As soon as he poked his head out to look, Xiao Yan raised his head with the same bored expression: "It's the shopkeeper."

Yan Yangchen froze his body and hid the sword back. He just said no to it yesterday, but he felt a little embarrassed to have to take it today.

When he saw this sword, he really felt like meeting an old friend in a foreign land.I haven't been to Beishan for a long time, it's the first time I live elsewhere, and I think about Xiao Yan's origin over and over again, almost tossing and turning last night.

I thought about asking Xiao Yan a lot of questions, but I didn't know how to ask them.