He pulled open the door and paced slowly down the hallway. This house is a typical Japanese-style design. The hallway is narrow and has a wooden floor. He looked as he went, sometimes touching the pillars. Seeing now, he can already conclude that there used to be quite a fierce fight here at that time. At least two people, or three, wielded scimitars and slashed at each other. One man slashed at a wooden pillar and died instantly. His assassins were so forceful. So much so that after the tip of the knife passed through the body, it also left sharp puncture marks on the wall.

The only thing that puzzled him was that, judging from the knife marks, the user's figure should not be low. However, the people in this small mountain village are generally short. Among the people I've seen so far, the tallest one has probably just reached the vicinity of Xu Changqing's earlobe - it is Xiao Xia. Those villagers with the bark of a three-inch Dinggu tree want to leave a knife mark of that height on the wooden pillar, and they are afraid that they will have to jump up. Then the question arises, why jump up and cut? He really couldn't figure it out.

Leaving the hallway and descending the escalator, he followed the route he had taken towards the inn lobby. The moment he put his finger on the handrail of the stairs, he suddenly understood what those air fresheners were for. It must be to cover up the gore. In the same way, someone has sanded the floor and stair railings in an attempt to erase blood or other traces.

There was no one in the lobby of the hotel, and business was really deserted. Behind the curved ruler-shaped counter, the bald middle-aged figure is gone. Where did this guy go?

"Ahh

A faint cry for help came from under the floor. If it weren't for Xu Changqing's excellent perception ability, he would definitely be ignored. The voice was fragile, with a touch of familiarity. In this unaccompanied, there is obviously only one person - Xiao Xia.

Following the direction of the sound, Xu Changqing walked around the hall. Sure enough, the inn has a basement. He lifted a plank and found a staircase that led to the bottom. It's a bit like the horror basement in the game, with moss growing in the cracks in the stone stairs. On the wall was a blackened iron plate, and a small oil lamp hung from it. All the way down, there is one such oil lamp every ten steps or so. The finger-sized flame of the lamp flickered, reflecting the figure on the wall very strangely.

Walking down the steps, there are stone walls on all sides. Thick steam swirled around, and between breaths, the dampness and heat were abnormal.

Turning the corner, there was a steaming pool in front of me. There was an ancient stone beast head on the wall, and hot water was bubbling out.

The cries for help grew clearer and clearer, coming from the small wooden room separated by wooden planks next to it. Now I can hear it clearly, it won't be wrong, it's Xiao Xia's voice. In addition to the cries for help, there was the sound of scuffling, and the heavy, rough breathing of a man. What the hell is going on inside?

Xu Changqing walked to the door of the small room and pushed open the wooden door. Sure enough, the man who was scuffling with Xiao Xia was none other than the bald middle-aged man who was guarding the counter. I remember that Xiao Xia mentioned that his name is Jizang, and that should be his name. At this moment, this Jizang has a white cloth wrapped around his head, a calf nose robe worn around his waist, and two hairy legs. The mere fact that he was dressed was obscene enough, but the expression on that guy's face ......

His wide-open bull's eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets in the next moment. Sweat flowed from his forehead to the side of his nose, and his whole face was glistening. His nose and lips were rather twisted, and he was shaking like he had had suffered a stroke. Maybe it's because he thinks that no one else will come, this bald middle-aged man has completely taken off the mask when he was guarding the counter, and all the evil thoughts and ** hidden in his heart are fully revealed on his ugly face. That expression, even in the eyes of Xu Changqing, who has accumulated eight more years of life experience, does not feel creepy, giving people a feeling of cruelty, viciousness, fierceness and mania.

"Y-How could you hear that?" Ji Zang glared at Xu Changqing, shocked and angry, "I obviously covered the floor—"

Without waiting for the bald middle-aged man to finish speaking, Xu Changqing raised his hand, and he immediately covered his throat and kept choking. Although the mage's hand only has a little more than two kilograms of strength, it is enough to imitate the black lord to choke the Force. Taking advantage of the other party's loss of resistance, Xu Changqing took a step forward, pressed his left hand on Ji Zang's shoulder, and clenched his right hand into a fist, about to strike. "Click" made the knuckles snap softly. His fist power is now close to 300 kilograms, and if he punches it with all his strength, he can knock this bald man's face down!

At that moment, Xiao Natsu, who was lying on the ground, almost held her breath. She stared at Xu Changqing's fist, looking excited and expectant.

However, Xu Changqing did not collapse the bald middle-aged face. He landed with a punch, and Yoshizo screamed in pain. Although the nosebleeds were splashed, it was not dead. This guy also seems to know that he has done something wrong, and he doesn't dare to fight back at all. Xu Changqing crossed his neck, twisted half a circle, and then kicked his buttocks: "Get out." Yoshizo fell out of the door, rolled into the pool, was scalded by the hot water that had just come out, and screamed and climbed up to the edge of the pool to escape.

"Are you alright?" Xu Changqing asked Xiao Xia, who was lying on the wooden floor of the sauney.

Konatsu pulled the kimono that had fallen to her shoulders and quickly stood up. "It's all right," she whispered, suddenly sobbing and pleading, "sir, help me!" They killed my mother, scared my sister crazy, and now they're going to kill me again! ”

"Let's go, go out and talk."

Xu Changqing took Xiao Xia's hand and comforted her gently: "Don't be afraid, you say it slowly, what the hell is going on." ”

In front of the curved ruler counter on the first floor, the bald middle-aged man has disappeared without a trace, and he doesn't know where he has fled. Xu Changqing didn't care. Along the way, he assessed the combat strength of these villagers, and all of them belonged to the scum of less than five points. If Jizang wants to entangle the villagers to find trouble, he will doze off and send a pillow, which is exactly what he wants.

On the way back to room 204, Natsu tells a long and tragic story.

This place is called Jida Village, and all the villagers are followers of the Kuwata Daimyojin. At the height of the mountain, there is the shrine of Kuwata Daimyojin, presided over by an old man. The shrine is said to have been built to suppress miners who had turned into undead. At first, it was unknown, and there were not many believers except the people of the village. But lately, there have been a few people who have come to worship and some who have become believers. There are even some foreigners among them.

The real owner of this inn is not Yoshizo's bald middle-aged, but Koharu and Konatsu's mother, Misato. Misato, who has always been known as a beauty, is really abrupt in this mountain village where frustration and ugliness are everywhere, and it can't be more abrupt. When Misato's father was alive, the villagers didn't dare to use their brains. A few years ago, Misato's father suddenly disappeared and was later found drowned in the Wind Lotus Lake.

"Wind Lotus Lake?" Xu Changqing asked Xiao Xia, "Isn't it Zhu Ju Neihu?" ”

"Zhuju Inner Lake? Where is that? Xiao Xia asked suspiciously, "The lake next to the village is called Fenglian Lake, I haven't heard of any other name." ”

Sure enough, the fake priest who claimed to be Amakusa was fooling. I can't imagine that there is no Zhuju Neihu Lake in the world. If you are stupid enough to search, you will find the wilderness.

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After no longer looking forward to the website arranging recommendations, I suddenly felt that every Friday was very relaxed, and I didn't have to wait anxiously for background text messages, ahaha. 2,000 words a day, and there is no pressure on the quantity, so you can ponder the text more carefully.

By the way, I recently became a sage in some impossible place, and I thought it was interesting to review and write book reviews every day. If you are interested in children's shoes, you can go shopping