The shadow guard laughs at me with a broken sleeve

Slowly, he finally woke up from the dream, wiped off the sweat that was suffocating, and suddenly felt a chill hit his neck.

He still wanted to get back under the quilt again, but there was a thunderstorm outside the window, which made him back up against the wall in fright. When the lightning shone on the ground, he saw a tall black figure in front of him, and a kitchen knife was raised by the man. His own terrified expression was reflected in his hand.

"Who?! Who's there!"

The lightning passed away, and King Chu's eyes were captured by the darkness again.

The sound of another person's heavy breathing was right in front of him, and he couldn't convince himself that it was all his hallucination.

There was a thunderstorm outside the window, and the king of Chu had no way to retreat, and he was in a desperate place outside the storm.

"Bold! Do you know who Gu is? It's still too late to get out, or Gu will kill you all over the house!"

The white cold light that glowed from the kitchen knife brought a chill even greater than that of winter snow and ice. The sound of breathing did not retreat at all, but got closer.

"What do you want to do? The strong man put down the knife, and if you have something to say, who sent you, how much he gave you, Gu... I will give you double, no, ten times, as long as you don't kill me , you can do whatever you want."

He tremblingly hugged the cold and hard quilt, and when the kitchen knife was resting on his neck, he was closer to death than ever.

"Ding".

The blade deviated by more than an inch, and only cut on his shoulder, bleeding gurglingly, making him cry out in pain.

Xue Lang, who broke through the door, blocked his ears in time and leaned against the door frame. Yan Li didn't allow him to show off, and let him stay there peacefully.

On the other side, Yan Li's cloak and Dai Yu broke in through the window, and after throwing out the first boomerang, another silver needle went towards the shadow.

As soon as the shot hit, Sombra's right hand lost strength, and the kitchen knife fell on the bed, blood soaking the washed white sheets.

There is no power to parry, obviously this person's martial arts are mediocre.Yan Li jumped off the window lattice and approached.

With a weak body and strong will, Xue Lang groped to light the extinguished candle. When the candle light shone, he found that he was the owner of this inn, with a blank expression on his face.

His rusty eyeballs were struggling to see Xue Lang from Yan Li. A row of jagged teeth fitted together without a single gap. When he opened his mouth, those teeth were ready to chew food. Prepare.

The boss laughed very strangely, the thin needle stuck in his right hand was pulled out forcefully, a big hole was created, a large piece of bright red flesh and blood, because of the delicate mechanism on the needle entered the skin, it opened like a fishhook.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, he said in a deep voice, "Outsiders, die."

The floor began to vibrate, and the sound of wooden sticks hitting the ground could be heard incessantly, overwhelming the rumbling thunder. Listen carefully, and there was one word echoing in the drenching rain—death.

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49. Elderly

Yan Li immediately went to see Xue Lang, the strange boss raised his other hand, trying to pinch his neck, Yan Li avoided it easily, and restrained him in turn.

The inn is only one floor high. You only need to open two doors to reach this cramped room. The door may not be fastened, but it will open as soon as you push it. People with excited or numb expressions come in one after another. What a strange ceremony.

Judging by the vain footsteps, they were all ordinary people, but Yan Li was afraid that Xue Lang would have an accident in the chaotic darkness. Moreover, because they were ordinary people and should not be killed indiscriminately, he was unwilling to confront those strange people head-on.

Xue Lang had an attitude of not caring and letting them in. He was used to messing around. Even if he killed everyone here, he would have no psychological burden. , can you really be a ghost?

The door was also wide open, Xue Lang couldn't look at him, he turned his head to listen to the uniform shouts and footsteps with interest, Yan Li left the boss with both dislocated arms, and held the panic-stricken Chu in one hand. Wang, pull Xue Lang with one hand.

"Walk."

Xue Lang jumped out of the window meekly, but couldn't help but suggest: "Actually, we don't need to run, we are all ordinary people, and I can handle them with one hand. If you don't believe me, go back and try now."

Yan Li conveniently picked up the two bamboo hats that had just been thrown at the base of the wall, put one on for him, and then put on his own again, and retorted angrily: "If you try to be brave, I'll take care of you."

The path behind the house is only for one person, and Xue Lang followed behind, still hearing his words clearly from the sound of the dripping rain, and immediately smiled: "Why are you willing?"

Yan Li had nothing to do with him, so he had no choice but to shut up and walk forward.

The noise in the inn gradually faded away, but after a while, they found many shirtless men and women with umbrellas wandering in the street, even though it was raining heavily and the road was muddy.

"The streets are full of people, most of whom came to chase us."

Afraid of making him angry again, Xue Lang held back the words he wanted to turn around, and asked amidst the noisy footsteps, "Shall we go?"

Yan Li leaned against the wall, staring at the bustling crowd, moved the arm of King Chu casually, and said, "I can't go, there is still a burden."

Along the way, the King of Chu almost became a drowned chicken, his brain was completely confused by the raindrops. He had seen the weirdness and horror of this place, and he was almost torn into pieces in his dream. He subconsciously shook his head and begged: "Don't leave me, Please."

The two of them didn't even give him a look, they were silent, if they really couldn't hide, they were planning to see blood.

At this moment, the door of the extremely inconspicuous black room at the corner opened, and no one on the street noticed. A grey-haired head poked out from the door, looking towards them.

Yan Li pulled Xue Lang against the wall before the door opened, blending into the night, but fortunately it was raining heavily tonight and the torch could not be lit.

The room was very close to them, and the person in the door stretched out another arm, beckoning to them: "Come in, come in."

Seeing that he was missing, Xue Lang frowned unconsciously, Yan Li explained his confusion in a low voice: "It's an old man."

"Go and see." Dealing with one person is always easier than dealing with a group of people.

Thinking this way, the two of them entered the door with the king of Chu, who was like a bereaved dog.

Looking through the door, the room is very small, with a severely worn small square table in the middle, accompanied by three or four similar small stools, some agricultural tools and grains hung on the mud wall, and a narrower door on the right, which is even lower. It was supposed to be the bedroom.

Turning around to observe, the old man was skinny, no more than three feet tall, wearing a dark gray linen shirt, covered with large and small patches from the chest to the skirt, which made people suspect that his clothes were made of patches.

But he has a kind face, calm and amiable, docile and easy to bully, softer than the puppy snoozing under the eaves, although he is old, but he doesn't feel gloomy and resentful at all.

Compared with the kind of people who are like wandering spirits outside, this old man can be said to be out of the mud without being stained.

Yan Li took off his bamboo hat, sized him up, and nodded slightly: "Thank you, old man, didn't you ask for your name?"

The old man shook his head, asked them to sit inside, and said gently: "Country folks, it's not worth mentioning. The little old man thinks that the two are rich and noble, why did you come to our small place?"

No matter who sits on this stool, everyone will be wronged. Yan Li put the king of Chu in the corner, protected Xue Lang without any trace, stood by the stool, and negotiated with the old man vigilantly: "We two came here because of something, and we collided." Please forgive me."

Xue Lang didn't want to listen to these you coming and me talking, so he asked the vacant white shadow, "Old man, why are your people chasing us in the middle of the night?"

The corner of Yan Li's mouth twitched slightly, and he turned his face to the left, and remained silent. This time, Xue Lang's pretense was in vain, but he was obviously ready to be exposed, so he turned around calmly. And for the elderly.

"Does this young master have poor eyesight?" Don't look at the old man's amiability, he speaks just like Xue Lang, poking at people's hearts to express his displeasure.

"It's nothing, I'm teasing you, tell me quickly, what are they doing." Xue Lang said lazily.

The old man sighed and said slowly, "Originally..."

"Stop, stop, skip this paragraph, and get to the point."

"...Well, you are here in the daytime, right? I have seen that man over there, and you must have seen the attitude of the villagers towards him. We came to Feng Town, and we are a bit xenophobic. You can’t even see a little fresh blood in the year, if the visitor is not discovered, it will be safe and sound, but as long as it is seen by one eye, it may never go out.”

He spoke intermittently, and couldn't remember where to start after being interrupted.

Xue Lang said disdainfully: "Exclusive? No wonder it's so poor and dilapidated."

After hearing this, the old man didn't get angry, smiled bitterly, and said, "I'll let you rest overnight, and you can leave after dawn."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the small room slammed, and a man outside the door shouted: "Ding Lao, are you asleep, Ding Lao?"

"No, wait a minute." The old man replied loudly, while beckoning them to hide in the door on the right with his eyes.

Yan Li nodded, and stuffed Xue Lang and King Chu inside.

"Old Ding! Old Ding!"

"Hey, here we come."

As soon as the door opened, a tall man with a black face and a long body was exposed. He was drenched all over. He wiped the rain from his face and asked, "Old Ding, have you seen any fresh faces?"

"Come in, come in," Mr. Ding led the man in, and said as he walked, "Why don't you hold an umbrella? You don't even wear a coir raincoat. If your father knows, it will be another beating for safekeeping."

The man laughed, shook the water off his body, sat down on a nearby low stool, and said excitedly: "I