"I have my own opinion, the mistakes she made have accumulated enough for her to bear, now rectify and go to Juyang immediately." Bei Mo Ling's expression was gloomy, like a layer of thick ink, which made it impossible for people to figure it out, and after glancing at her, he turned around and entered the room.

"Yes, owner." Teng Jian's mood was ever-changing, in addition to doubting the owner's behavior, he was more shocked, and finally glared at her dissatisfiedly, and shouted: "What are you doing in a daze!" Kill all the people in this inn! ”

"Yes!" All the shadow guards received the order in unison, and the crackling all spread to the rooms in the backyard.

"What are you still doing! Not yet! Teng Jian frowned.

Zhen Yue's mind kept circling the meaning of the owner's previous words, and seeing that Teng Jian was really angry, she hurriedly took the order to leave.

The guests of the inn were all driven away before, and some of the guests in the ordinary rooms were already weak because they had inhaled ten soft powders, and after half an hour, they were all cut by the black man who entered the room, and the blood covered the entire quilt, no struggle, no return fire, only a pair of frightened eyes with dead silence.

In an ordinary backyard room, Zhen Yue relied on her insightful observation to enter the room before the others, and saw the chubby man on the bed looking at him in horror, and his eyes were not as cold as usual.

She stepped forward and took out a pill from her waist and stuffed it into the man's mouth, the antidote was what she had found from the assassin, she knew that the innkeeper lived in the backyard, and liked to live in the east-facing direction, so that she could easily inspect the entire inn in case anything unexpected happened.

The shopkeeper's weak limbs instantly retracted, and he was about to open his mouth when he trembled.

"If you don't want to die, be quiet!"

The shopkeeper pursed his thick lips, his slightly wrinkled face distorted by extreme panic.

"Listen! There is no one alive outside, if you don't want to die, do as I say, there is a man in a black shirt who is dying at the back door, as soon as we leave, you immediately go to save him, if he dies, you can't live, do you hear! ”

The shopkeeper nodded his head like garlic, for fear that he would be a step too late to meet Hades.

The footsteps were approaching, Zhen Yue violently covered the mouth of the shopkeeper, and slashed his arm with a knife, his whole body trembled, but he didn't dare to move a single bit.

Zhen Yue raised her eyebrows, this shop owner doesn't seem to be stupid, he knows how to cooperate with the show.

She got up to leave, and ran into Teng Jian who was coming towards her.

"Done?" Teng Jian's face was still ugly, she raised her eyes to look into the room, saw that the futon was blood-red, and looked at her again.

"Yes." Zhen Yue wiped the blood on the knife and left first.

Teng Jian did not suspect this when he saw this, and followed along.

Zhen Yue heard the footsteps coming behind her, and her hanging heart slowly returned to its place.

In less than a cup of tea, the horse's hooves rolled in the dead street, the long wind went away, the Longyue Inn was still standing in the torrential rain, the blood came out of the door, and the wild dogs at the street sniffed their noses and wagged their tails.

After the sound of the horse's hooves disappeared, the owner of the inn shrunk his shoulders and trembled out, and when he saw the corpses all over the ground, he had already weakened his legs, and the blood on the soles of his shoes penetrated in, and the middle-aged man cried out loud, remembering the words he had been told before, how could he still be afraid, and hurriedly got up on all fours.

When I came to the back door, I saw the man in the ink shirt who was dying, for fear that he would die, and leaned towards the snort, feeling a breath that seemed to be nothing, so he hurriedly picked up the man and ran towards the hospital with his legs shaking in the heavy rain.

Baijia Inn is located in the northeast corner of Juyang, built on the halfway of Baijia Mountain, many literati and scholars will gather together every festival, chant poetry and dance ink, learn different literature from all over the world, it is quite distinctive, there is no distinction between high and low, elegant and famous in Juyang.

As soon as I came halfway up the mountain, I heard the high cheers, penetrating the smell of the soil in early spring, and the sound of joy was thunderous.

Zhen Yue and the brigade rushed all the way, there was no trace of fatigue on his face, the killer could sleep for five days and five nights, even if he was injured, he did not lose his solemn instinct at all.

Teng Jian immediately led everyone into the front yard of the Baijia Inn, and the laughter was stirring everywhere, making people want to go into the house to find out.

The courtyard is full of flowers, the bamboo forest is quiet and elegant, the ink fragrance is around the nose, the Baijia Inn is backed by the Changsu River, and the clear breath of the river water blows with the north wind from time to time.

Seeing this, Zhen Yue couldn't help but have a good impression of such a hundred inns, but there were masters dormant everywhere within a hundred meters, which could be a little broken, she could detect it, Teng Jian must also be able to detect it, since it was not pointed out, the people in the shadows were her own people.

Before everyone had time to get off the horse, a beautiful figure rushed out of the inn, and the flowers in the room were a little eclipsed, Gu Xuefu hid her joy, bowed slightly to Teng Jian, who was the leader of the team, and ran to the carriage in the courtyard.

But when he saw Zhen Yue in a plain robe, his whole smiling face instantly stiffened, and his bright eyes had long lost their previous joy, and they were instantly dyed with frost, but he still maintained good cultivation and leaned over the side of the carriage: "The owner, you are here, and your subordinates have already arranged everything." ”

Zhen Yue knew that Gu Xuefu was hostile to her, and she didn't think so.

"Yes." The voice was clear, a pair of slender and good-looking hands lifted the curtain, Bei Mo Ling had just stepped out, and all the shadow guards turned over and dismounted, and the well-trained ones spread

Just stepped into the inn, I didn't see the welcoming Xiao Er, but the deafening cheers, the room was lively, and the voices of people were boiling, blocking the coldness outside the house.

"One more!"

"Yes, Brother Tai is really powerful!"

I saw a large open space in the center of the hall, a wide table, a man with extraordinary spirit holding a brush, his body like a flying sword dancing on the snow-white rice paper, floating like a floating cloud, like a dragon, a frivolous and upward corner of the mouth makes people think about it, as if his pen is not snow-white rice paper, but a delicate female ketone.

Zhen Yue secretly said that this person's exaggerated movements are really exaggerated, and she is not afraid of spilling a stroke of ink on everyone, but the people who are all in the room are a little stiff with a smile, although she is very well disguised, but she noticed it as soon as she entered the room.

The hall was instantly quiet, and they all looked sideways at the men who entered the room, their bodies shook uncontrollably, some people were surprised, they still clapped their hands and applauded, and their voices couldn't help but gradually weaken, and the scene was a little cold for a while.

This person is extremely air-conditioned everywhere, but fortunately it is early spring and no one has frozen to death.

Bei Moling twisted his eyebrows, and had no intention of going upstairs immediately, Zhen Yue took a good look at the man in the scene, knowing that the owner of the workshop might have something to do with this man.

The man didn't stop his pen until the ink drawing in his hand was perfect, laughed, threw the brush in a chic and prodigal manner, and then opened his arms and ran towards the cold-faced Beimo Ling.

"You're finally here, and you want to kill me."