Jianghu chaos

The night was silent, the inn stood facing the street, and occasionally there were one or two more sounds coming from a distance, other than that, everything was silent.

And I don't know when, the sound of the watch also stopped, and there was a faint sobbing sound, which seemed to be at the door or outside the window.

Caoqin opened her eyes, but without lighting a candle, her hand was vigilantly touching the copper flute beside the pillow.

The voice whimpered and sounded like the cry of a young child.

Caoqin clenched the flute tightly, and her breathing unconsciously became rapid.

No matter the ordinary people or the heroes of the rivers and lakes, when they were young, they would always hear a few scary ghost stories. Among them, there is an enduring one, that is, the cat-faced mother-in-law wanders around in the middle of the night, catching disobedient children and cooking them. If you hear a child crying in the middle of the night, it is probably a captured soul.

Naturally, Caoqin couldn't avoid hearing this story. At this moment, the crying outside was depressing and desolate, rising and falling as if real or unreal. Hearing it made her feel uneasy, and her heart jumped up and down in her chest.

I'm not familiar with the place, so I shouldn't have listened too much, but that voice was so childlike, and it was crying so pitifully, that one couldn't help feeling sympathetic and wanting to help.Before realizing it, Caoqin had already put on his clothes and got up instinctively, and walked to the window step by step with the copper flute in his hand, listening attentively.

The cry was very small, and it would be easy to ignore if it wasn't for the dead of night. Caoqin carefully identified the direction, and his heart skipped a beat.

The guest rooms are all on the second floor, facing south. The direction from which the cry came was the windows facing east.

Her room was on the easternmost side of the second floor, and there were no rooms or corridors beside it. There were only cornices and black tiles on the first floor, and there should be no one!

The strange powers and chaotic spirits he had heard suddenly came to his heart. Ye Fushu liked to listen to stories on weekdays. Legends, anecdotes, and folk ghosts never refused. Thinking about it, I suddenly realized that I remembered these groundless things so clearly.

The cries of the children outside continued faintly, Caoqin took a deep breath, whether it was a human or a ghost, you can only know it with your own eyes!

The window opened with a bang, the night was like smoke, blinding the eyes, and the dim yellow lantern at the corner of the eaves was swaying, illuminating a small, wriggling shadow on the tiles of the cornice below.

Caoqin took a deep breath, subconsciously stepped back a few steps, paused, then approached slowly, pulled out the fire pocket with one hand, and lit a candle.

The one lying on the corner of the eaves was neither a child nor a ghost, but a milk cat.

The cat seemed to have just been born, and its meow was thin and soft, and the sobbing sounded very much like a baby crying.Caoqin lit up the candle, and the milk cat let out a mournful cry as if frightened, and looked at her pitifully with round eyes glowing with dim light, shrank back, and licked its paws.

Caoqin looked down, and the milk cat's front and rear legs were somehow broken, and there was a wound on the front leg that was as deep as the bone.

Caoqin, who had been frightened just now, softened all of a sudden. The little thing looked so pitiful. I heard that the mother cat would abandon the kittens who could not keep them alive. Maybe this milk cat was thrown away because of the serious injury. Here, perhaps tomorrow, he fell and died.

Caoqin sighed, felt pity, put the candlestick aside, and stretched out his hand out of the window: "Come here."

The milk cat looked at her timidly, then flinched back again, its tail stretched out from the eaves, its whole body was on the verge of falling, it let out a soft cry, and grabbed the corner of the eaves.

Seeing that it was terribly afraid, Cao Qin thought for a while, then put down the copper flute, turned over and jumped out of the window, reached out to fish it, and took the milk cat into his arms.

"Don't move, I'll take a look at your injury."

The milk cat was shivering in his arms, felt a handful of bones, and was so skinny that it didn't have much flesh.

Caoqin comforted it softly, smoothed its fur gently, and found the golden medicine and gauze in the bundle.

There was still blood oozing out of the wound, Cao Qin carefully opened the skin and flesh, and sprinkled Jinchuang medicine.

The milk cat was in pain, and struggled to grab it with one paw, and there were several wounds on the back of its hand.The qin player trembled, accidentally knocked down the stool and chair, and the copper flute medicine bottle fell to the ground with a clatter, which was extremely crisp and loud in the quiet night.

In the next room, Mu Jiuqiu jumped up: "What's the sound?"

On the bed, Mei Qian and Xie Chaohan also got up, looked at each other, and said, "Is it Miss Cao's room?"

Xie Chaohan grabbed his coat casually and was about to go out: "I'll go and have a look."

Mu Jiuqiu stopped him: "Brother Xie, let me go."

Xie Chaohan only said that he was always cautious, nodded and said, "Thank you."

Mu Jiuqiu quickly put on his clothes, went to the door of the piano room and knocked on the door three times politely: "Miss Cao?"

No echo.

Mu Jiuqiu frowned. It was true that the loud noise just now came from here. It was impossible not to wake up with such a loud noise. He couldn't help but feel a little worried, and the knock on the door became more urgent: "Miss Cao, what happened?"

"Woo... Meow..."

Inside, there was a soft meowing sound, which sounded like a baby crying.

Mu Jiuqiu felt something was wrong, so he complained loudly, and with all his strength, he broke open the door.

The milk cat screamed shrilly, and in the room, Caoqin fell to the ground, with three shocking scratches on the back of his white hand, the wound was a strange purple color, and blood was continuously flowing out.

"Mu..." Caoqin raised his mouth with difficulty, opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't even utter a complete word.

Mu Jiuqiu turned pale in shock, and hurried over to help her: "Miss Cao, what's going on?!"

At the feet, a milk cat limped, trembling and crawling out with difficulty, dragging a long bloodstain behind it.

"The cat..." Caoqin tried to speak, grabbed him with one hand, and gestured with her eyes in the direction of the milk cat, "It's that cat..."

Mu Jiuqiu looked around, pulled off the bedside curtain in a hurry, rolled a few rolls in his hands, and grabbed the cat.

Cao Qin clung to his arm, panting heavily: "Poison..."

Behind him, the previously knocked candle rolled into a corner and lit the curtain.

But after a few words, when Mu Jiuqiu realized something was wrong, the flames behind him sprang up, as if in the blink of an eye, the flames turned into a big fire.

"Oops!" Mu Jiuqiu grabbed the milk cat with one hand, and swept the piano with the other, yelling anxiously: "It's on fire!"

The fire was rising slowly, and the smoke choked into his throat. Mu Jiuqiu had nothing else at hand. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the copper flute on the ground. Without caring too much, he lifted his foot and kicked it. However, with Mu Jiuqiu's full strength, he smashed several tables in the lobby with a crash.

There was a loud bang, and everyone in the inn woke up. There were screams for help for a while. Mu Jiuqiu escaped from the fire with the kitty playing the piano, and anxiously searched for Mei Qian and Xie Chaohan among the chaotic crowd.

They should have heard his warning, and should have escaped from the scene of the fire, but they couldn't find anyone.

"Women are women after all, and they are always soft-hearted."

In the dark and damp cellar, Xie Chaohan was kicked to the ground, the cold ground pierced his bone marrow through his thin clothes, so cold that he couldn't help shivering.

In front of the group of eight people, all of them were covered from head to toe in night clothes, without exception, they wore masks with sunset patterns on their faces, and they looked like ghosts in the dark cellar.

Mei Qian fell into their hands, tightly bound by a hemp rope thick as a thumb, and thrown aside, unable to move.

The crowd above the head was running and crying, and the noise of begging for help was like thunder, hitting one after another. It couldn't be heard clearly, but it could be guessed.

The leader walked up to Xie Chaohan, looked down at him condescendingly, and stepped on his chest: "Doufu Fort and Shaolin Temple are nothing more than that."

In the faint candlelight, the sleeve of the right arm that the man was carrying behind him was empty, and it turned out to be a single arm.

"Disregarding the lives of so many people, you don't hesitate to destroy a stronghold to capture the two of us. Your Excellency is very courageous." Looking at the group of people one by one, Mei Qian said coldly.

Just now, the fire burst into the sky, and the dust and smoke hit their faces for a moment. The two subconsciously covered their mouths and noses and rushed out, but they were tricked and caught at the same time. Before losing consciousness, Mei Qian remembered clearly that the eaves outside the window and the pillars of the corridor were clearly It smells like kerosene.

"There is a way to heaven if you don't go, there is no way to hell to break in." The man laughed strangely and said sharply, "If you want to blame, blame that surname Mu. There are so many inns that you don't choose, but you come to Lao Tzu's land by accident, but call us Saved a lot of effort!"

The movement above was vaguely inaudible, the cellar was dug very deep, and there was a cold air coming out from the deeper part, it seemed to be used for storing ice in summer.

There was a dull pain in his heart while breathing, Xie Chaohan pressed his chest, struggled to stand up slowly, and swept the masks on the faces of the eight people for a week: "Sunset City?"

The man took a few steps back leisurely, pulled out the dagger at his waist with his left hand and played with it between his fingers: "I think you also know our purpose of arresting you."

Xie Chaohan straightened his clothes, even if he was wearing a thin shirt, he was very personable: "There are 28 sets in Sunset City, may I ask you which one is it?"

The man sneered, and pressed the thin blade against Mei Qian's neck: "The prisoner still talks so much, if you are sensible, hand over the sword manual as soon as possible, otherwise..."

The knife was sharpened very sharply, and with just a light stroke, blood was drawn on the neck of the neck, and the blood dripped down one by one.

Mei Qian's face was calm: "Your Excellency threatened me, I'm afraid it's a wrong calculation."

"Liuyun chasing Yuemei Shangxue." Dao Feng stepped aside a little, and the man suddenly punched him in the abdomen, causing him to groan, and curled up involuntarily, "I never thought that there would be today."

"There are rumors in the world that the Lingxu sect is a banished fairy, so it turns out that the so-called banished fairy looks like this."

The man laughed strangely, and the entire cellar echoed his laughter alone, which sounded even more eerie and distorted.Enough laughing, the man strode forward, grabbed his front and lifted it up, and looked at Xie Chaohan provocatively: "I don't even want to help you settle down, Xie Chaohan, are you reciprocating, or looking at him?" die?"

There seemed to be something hidden in the lapel he was clutching. The man's eyes lit up, and he reached out his hand to take out a letter from his arms. It was not thick, and it felt like it was only a page or two. On it was written the words "Mei Qian's personal letter" , One stroke at a time, very precious.

Seeing that it was a letter, the man lost interest and threw it aside. "If it's some kind of martial arts secret book, a letter is worth keeping close to you."

The envelope fell to the ground, and the handwriting on it was very familiar.

Xie Chaohan's gaze moved slightly, and he raised his eyes slowly: "Let Mei Shangxue go, or I will kill myself immediately by biting my tongue. You can find the sword manual you want on Huangquan Road."

The man casually threw away Mei Qian, and walked up to him step by step, his eyes were cold and resentful, his voice was muffled behind the mask, and there was a slight echo: "You are just a useless person, do you still want to bargain with me?"