Walking to the back kitchen with the kettle, Jiang Yuanzhong and Wang Meng were sitting comfortably drinking tea opposite each other, with a chessboard in the middle, and the black and white sons killed each other, and the winner had not yet been decided. When Su Muxian saw it, he was angry, and coughed heavily, finally attracting their attention.

Wang Meng threw down the chess pieces and stood up, arched his hand with a smile and said, "Xiao Su is the shopkeeper." ”

"You two are idle? I said why I hadn't seen anyone for a long time, so I was lazy here. She glanced up and down at Jiang Yuanzhong, who was sitting on the stool motionless, handed the kettle to him, and said, "Pour water for the guests." ”

Jiang Yuanzhong put down the teacup, lazily raised his hand in front of her, and explained, "It's hurt, my hand hurts." ”

Su Muxian thought that he was really injured, and when he looked down, he couldn't find the slightest wound on his slender and smooth hands. Suddenly said angrily: "Jiang Yuanzhong, you treat me as stupid, if you want to be lazy, just say it, don't fool me!" ”

Jiang Yuanzhong patiently pointed out to her: "Oh, here." I wiped it yesterday when I helped Wang Meng make the bed. ”

Wang Meng also echoed with a smile: "Little Brother Jiang is telling the truth. ”

After looking at the place he pointed at for a while, Su Muxian became even more angry: "You are embarrassed to say that it is just such a small injury, Jiang Yuanzhong will sue you, and if you do this again, I will deduct your wages!" ”

"Buckle it." Jiang Yuanzhong spread his hands indifferently and said, "Anyway, you deduct every month, I'm used to it." ”

Su Muxian said helplessly: "Tell me the truth, why do I think you seem to be hiding from someone." ”

She just said it casually, but Jiang Yuanzhong raised his eyebrows slightly and didn't say anything. Su Muxian noticed the subtle change in his expression and approached him curiously. With warm breathing, Jiang Yuanzhong ducked back uncomfortably, and the tips of his ears involuntarily flushed a light red.

"There is no such thing."

If it's really okay, why do you do everything possible to shirk it?

Su Muxian had some doubts in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face, thinking that Murong Jingxue was still waiting outside, she dropped a sentence of "whatever you want" and hurriedly went to the lobby with the pot.

……

The night was dark.

The sound of bangzi knocked three times, and I don't know which family was the first to bark, and the dogs that followed the street all barked, one after another, breaking the silence of the night.

As soon as the watchman staggered down the street on his front feet, a masked man in black slipped down from the roof like smoke, carefully opened the window along the wall, and slipped into it lightly, moving like a nocturnal cat.

This is a woman's boudoir, and the furnishings are particularly elegantly arranged. The stove at the head of the bed burned with a faint incense, and the curtains on both sides hung down, faintly revealing the silhouette of the owner of the room.

The man in black quietly got up and slowed down, and the girl fell asleep quietly, and suddenly as if she had dreamed of something, she turned over without warning and hugged the quilt, making a small sigh. His mind moved, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and the sword light flashed and pressed against the little girl's neck.

Su Muxian woke up from her dream, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw an enlarged face, except for a pair of eyes that showed a pair of solemn eyes, the rest were tightly covered by a veil.

Sneaky is bound to be greasy.

This sentence flashed in her heart, and the next second she realized that she was indeed a crow's mouth.

"Say! Where is the map of the pre-dynastic treasures! ”

The sharp long sword tightened a little more, and Su Muxian frowned unbearably. I had noticed a slight stinging pain from just now, and now there was even warm liquid flowing down, and I didn't need to look to know that my neck must have been cut.

She moved her neck, trying to move away from the blade, and defended herself, "I don't know what you're talking about, what pre-dynastic treasures, I've never heard of. ”

If there really is any treasure, if she is as poor as she is the first to dig it out, okay?

"Toast, don't eat, eat and drink."

The man in black snorted coldly, and grabbed her collar with one hand to take her away. Before Su Muxian's exclamation could be spoken, the man in black suddenly threw her on the bed, and the long sword swung horizontally forward, only to hear the sound of "Qiang", the sword body was broken into two, and the front half flew diagonally, and it was inserted into Su Muxian's side less than two inches.

Emma! It's a long life!

Su Muxian patted his chest in horror, covered his neck and carefully moved his position.

If this thing was a little more biased, it would have pierced her, imagine the scene of blood rushing, Su Muxian felt that he hadn't turned into a cold corpse now, it must be because he had accumulated a lot of virtue on weekdays, and Lord Hades didn't want to see her so much.

I don't know when another masked man appeared in the room, entangled with the man in black at the beginning. He didn't have a weapon in his hand, and with his palm as a blade, he pressed lightly on the chest of the man in black as if he didn't have any lethality, and pressed a palm print alive.

"Who are you? Why do you do a good thing to me! The man in black was hit by this palm and took a few steps back to stabilize his figure, wiped away a wisp of blood spilling from his mouth, and asked in shock and anger.

"If it's for the treasure clue, you and I can join forces, why do you want to do this?"

Su Muxian held his breath and hid on the bed and didn't dare to move, for fear that he would accidentally attract the attention of the two of them. Under the cover of the bed, she stole into the masked man. The man was eight feet tall, with a thin body, and the whole person was like a tall bamboo, stretched straight. He didn't say a word, ignoring the question of the man in black, and slapped him again.

This time, he used seven points of strength, forcing the man in black to spit out a mouthful of blood. Seeing that the shape was unfavorable, the man in black did not love to fight, and threw the broken sword into the air as a hidden weapon, and took the opportunity to escape in a hurry through the window. The masked man glanced back at Su Muxian, and then chased after him with the same light skill.

Before the two of them left, the door of the boudoir was slammed open violently, and a group of people poured in.

"Shopkeeper Su, are you okay?"

Su Muxian heard that this was Hu Xiaodie's voice, and quickly grabbed a coat and put it on and climbed out of bed.

"It's okay, it's not a big deal." She covered her neck with a handkerchief and gasped, and smiled at Hu Xiaodie, "I just accidentally got scratched." ”

And it's pretty deep.

Su Muxian silently greeted the family of the black-clothed man of unknown origin while raising his eyes.

Wang Meng seemed to have just gotten up, only a coat was put on his body indiscriminately, standing at the door stiffly, neither advancing nor retreating, and scratching his head a little shyly when his eyes touched her. On the other hand, Tang Yu seemed much more unpolite, sat down at the table with one butt, and dozed off with his head in one hand.

Unexpectedly, she also saw a person at the door-the old Mr. Lu who lived in the No. 1 room of Tianzi.

This old gentleman seems to be a painter, usually either going out to collect style, or hiding in the room to paint, rarely see a human figure, but I didn't expect tonight's frightening farce to attract him.

Seeing that Su Muxian noticed him, Mr. Lu nodded with a smile.

looked around, counted the heads, except for Jiang Yuanzhong and Murong Jingxue, all the people in this inn today are all together. Su Muxian couldn't help but wonder: "What about Jiang Yuanzhong's guy?" ”

As he was talking, he heard another sound of footsteps at the door, and Murong Jingxue and Jiang Yuanzhong walked in one after the other.

Most of the people present knew Murong Jingxue's ability, and it stands to reason that he shouldn't have come so late, so Wang Meng asked, "Why did Master Murong come so late?" ”

Murong Jingxue hugged the sword and replied, "I was reading in the room tonight, and the man in black chased after him when he jumped out of the window and fled. ”

Tang Yu cheered up a little, sat up straight and asked, "Then did you catch someone?" ”

Murong Jingxue frowned and said, "One step late, when I arrived, the man had already committed suicide by taking poison, and only found a waist card from him, and drew a slay with blood-red cinnabar." If he guessed correctly, he should be the one of the Bloody Clothes. ”

"That new evil gang on the rivers and lakes?"

Murong shook his head and said, "Exactly." ”

Hu Xiaodie was also curious: "Didn't you say that he was dressed in black and still masked?" I don't seem to be wearing a bloody coat. ”

Murong Xue was shocked and said: "The undershirt in the coat is indeed blood-red. ”

"One more thing." His gaze swept over Su Muxian, who had an unknown expression, and said lightly, "When I was chasing the killer of the Bloody Clothes Gate, there was another masked man chasing him, and it seemed that he also went out of Su's shopkeeper's room. I don't know if Shopkeeper Su knows the details of that person? ”

Su Muxian suddenly heard his question, raised his head in a daze and shook it: "I don't know." ”

If she wanted to know such a powerful character, she would have walked sideways on the street a long time ago, where would people smash the inn from time to time. That is, she happened to meet the black and eat the black, and she didn't think that the second masked man was here to save herself.

But speaking of which, why would anyone come looking for her in the middle of the night!

Su Muxian looked at Murong Jingxue wistfully, not understanding what he meant by asking.

Murong Jingxue groaned: "I see that person's martial arts are strong, and his light skills are even above me, but I am afraid that he is not a nobody in the rivers and lakes." I thought that if the shopkeeper Su knew him, he could also recommend it. ”

Su Muxian said: "Then I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, there is really no such character among the people I know." ”

Old Mr. Lu interjected with a smile: "Although the old man doesn't ask about the world, he also knows that there are few people in the world who can be more powerful than Lord Murong Zhuang. How could such an outstanding person sneak into the woman's boudoir in the middle of the night to be that beam? ”

Jiang Yuanzhong leaned against the door next to him, touched the tip of his nose when he heard the words, and didn't say a word.

He hadn't said a word since he entered the door, and he stood by as the audience turned around the masked man and coughed twice, interrupting their conversation.

"Shopkeeper, you'd better deal with your injuries."

The handkerchief that Su Muxian was holding around his neck had been dyed red, and although it seemed that the bleeding had stopped, the large piece of red was still a little creepy.

She took the veil away, twisted her neck, and poked her hand with her hand in a desperate manner, gasping in pain.

"Emma, why does it hurt so much?"

Hu Xiaodie quickly grabbed her hand, stopped her from touching it again, and said worriedly: "Shopkeeper Su, I see that your wound is not shallow, and it is hard to stop the bleeding, don't touch it again." ”

Su Muxian's chick nodded as if pecking rice: "Okay, good." ”

"Then let's go to the lobby, how can I say that this is also a women's boudoir, and it doesn't sound like a group of us old men staying here." Wang Mengti said.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone had no objection. Except for Mr. Lu, who returned to the room early on the grounds of old age and lack of energy, people with an indifferent temperament like Murong Jingxue also went downstairs.

Hu Xiaodie took out a bottle of Jinchuang medicine from under the counter for an unknown amount of time, dipped it in a cotton ball to give medicine to Su Muxian's neck, and muttered while applying the medicine: "Shopkeeper Su, why don't you prepare a few more injuries on weekdays, and I don't know if this Jinchuang medicine can be used - eh, don't move!" ”

"It hurts." Su Muxian explained pitifully.

Hu Xiaodie pressed her shoulders as she twisted left and right trying to dodge, and instructed Xiao Er, "Xiao Jiang, you go to the kitchen to get a basin of water again." ”

Jiang Yuan glanced at the restless Su Muxian again, and got up to fetch water.

Su Muxian sighed and said, "I didn't usually think that I would be injured." ”

Wang Meng sat around the table with a teacup in his hand, and asked curiously, "Shopkeeper Xiao Su, why did the man in black find you?" ”

Su Muxian let out a long sigh: "How do I know, I usually have no grievances with people, who knows what these deflated calves think of in their heads, they all make me bald!" ”

As soon as the shopkeeper Su was excited, the northeast accent came out again.

Wang Meng hurriedly poured her a cup of tea and soothed: "Shopkeeper Xiaosu, don't be angry, don't be angry." ”

Tang Yu's voice came from the side: "Maybe the flower thief went to the wrong door." ”

Hu Xiaodie glared at him: "At this time, you are still joking, you said that you are the killer of the Bloody Clothes Gate, where is the flower thief from here." ”

"Isn't that a livening up atmosphere?" Tang Yuyi shrugged.

Hu Xiaodie snorted and didn't answer.

After a while, Jiang Yuanzhong brought the basin of water, and when he heard them talking about it, he said casually: "I have heard people chatting about what secrets about the treasure are hidden in our inn on weekdays, maybe the killer is here for this so-called treasure." ”

"Yes, yes, yes! That's what the black-clad face covered said! Su Muxian slapped the table and said, "If you want me to say that their business is too unskilled, I don't investigate it before I come to the door, if there is any treasure hidden in this broken inn, I will drink the northwest all day long!" I have already bought a mansion to raise two little white faces! ”

"Hey......" sighed in unison.

"No, don't look at me like that!" Su Muxian covered half of her face, "I'm just thinking about it." ”

Jiang Yuanzhong: "......"

Jiang Yuanzhong: "It's so late, it looks like there won't be any more killers, let's go back to sleep." ”

Murong Jingxue was silent for a long time on the side, and only at the end did he stand up and say, "Shopkeeper Su doesn't have to worry, if the people sent by the Bloody Clothes Sect don't complete the task, they won't send a second person today." But next time, it's a higher level. ”

Thinking of the "squeeze" on the waist card, Su Muxian twitched the corners of her mouth a little stiffly.

“…… It didn't comfort me at all, okay. ”

……

In the end, Hu Xiaodie proposed to sleep with Su Muxian tonight, which made her feel a little relieved.

Everyone went back to their rooms, Jiang Yuanzhong and Wang Meng both lived in the backyard, and the two walked side by side towards the room. Wang Meng covered his mouth and yawned lazily, and suddenly looked at Jiang Yuanzhong with a smile and said, "Why is there a strand of your hair missing?" ”

A strand of sideburns on each side of Jiang Yuanzhong's sideburns fell down, and at this time, it was obvious that one side of the hair looked a little less.

Jiang Yuanzhong reached out and touched his hair, and threw him a roll of the eyes.

Wang Meng teased: "I was sleeping before, and I heard that there was movement in the shopkeeper's room, so I immediately rushed over. Brother Jiang, you went out earlier than me, but arrived later than me, why is this? ”

"You have a lot of questions." Jiang Yuan snorted coldly, pushed open his door and walked in.

Wang Meng was bored, touched his nose, and casually pushed open the door of the room opposite him.

……

The room was blinded by a black light, and Jiang Yuanzhong accurately found the candle and lit it with a fire breaker. The candlelight is faint, reflecting the empty room without much popularity.

There was a piece of letter on the table, as if it had just been opened. There are only a few scattered words on it: Bloody Clothes Gate, Zishi, Treasure, Su Muxian.

Jiang Yuan picked up the letter and looked at it twice, then casually handed it over to the top of the candle, letting the flames swallow it little by little.

In the blink of an eye, the entire sheet of paper burned to ashes. As soon as he threw it away, the paper ash with the spark fell to the ground, and it was annihilated with a step on it.