Chonghua stood up suddenly, and Su Beiyuan looked at him.

"How?"

"Don't talk." Chonghua stopped Su Bei Kite, who was about to stand up: "Don't come out in the room." ”

He listened for a while, and then walked to the door.

"Don't you think this inn is a little too quiet now?" Chonghua turned his head and said.

After Chonghua said, Su Beiyuan realized that an inn with a decent business could be so quiet, and there was no sound outside the door.

Chonghua made a silent gesture, pushed open the door, and looked down from above. There was no one in the lobby of the inn, not even the shopkeeper and the runner, and the guests didn't know where to go.

He squinted, and at this moment a person dressed as a maid came in outside the door, and the envoy looked up at the second floor, just in time to meet Chonghua's line of sight.

When the maid saw Chonghua, Ying Ying smiled, and saluted: "I have seen the son, the maid is the female envoy in charge of the prefect's daughter, and today my young lady feels familiar when she sees the son on the street, and it seems that she is very fateful, and she specially sent the maid to invite the son to the house to talk." ”

Chonghua leaned on the railing, looked at the maid condescendingly, and hooked the corners of his lips: "What if I don't want to." ”

The maid smiled and said, "You haven't seen my young lady yet, and if you did, you wouldn't say that." ”

The maid clapped her hands, and someone came in with a tray covered with a cloth. Chonghua raised his eyebrows when he saw this, he wanted to see what tricks this Miss Yu had. The maid lifted the cloth from the tray, and Chonghua sneered, and on the tray lay a silver ingot on one side and a small bottle on the other.

The maid smiled and said, "My young lady has always been polite to others, whether the son comes by himself, or we invite the son to come." ”

Chonghua smiled disappreciatively: "It's up to you? ”

The maid's face sank: "Since the son refuses, then don't blame us for being rude, do it." ”

Guards armed with weapons streamed through the gate and headed straight for the second floor. Changqing rushed out from the next door and handed Chonghua two curved blades.

"Chonghua!" Su Bei Kite stood at the door and called.

Chonghua turned his head and smiled at her: "Stay inside and don't come out." ”

He closed the door. He stood in the doorway and looked at the people rushing upstairs, and hooked the corners of his mouth: "A bunch of idiots." ”

He held the hilt of the knife, licked his thin lips excitedly, and a bloodthirsty smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, looking at the approaching person, he disappeared in place in an instant.

He shuttled through the crowd at a very fast speed, his hand was up and down, the sharp blade of the curved blade cut through the throat of a person in a perfect arc, as easily as if cutting the wax oil with a hot knife, and some people didn't even have time to scream before their heads fell to the ground, blood spurted out, strange as the flower of the end times, his posture was elegant as if he was walking in a sea of blood, as if he was not killing, but carving a work of art.

In the blink of an eye he was in front of the maid, covered in blood and with a wicked smile on his face.

"Are you still going?" Chonghua asked softly.

The maid was already enveloped in great fear, her eyes widened in horror, her pupils dilated with terror, and her lips trembled but she could not say a word.

"Don't go." Chonghua smiled, and with a wave of his hand, a long gash opened in the maid's throat, and blood gushed out.

Su Beiyuan only blinked in the room, and then saw Chonghua's silhouette disappear at the door, followed by countless screams, a large piece of red blood splashed on the door, and her eyes widened suddenly.

When there was no sound outside, she slowly opened the door, and there was a deathly silence outside, and the creak of the wooden door opening and closing was particularly harsh when it was quiet.

Su Bei Kite opened the door, and what greeted him was a headless corpse, there was blood gushing out of his neck, the viscous blood on the door frame was still ticking and slowly flowing down, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood, which was more pungent than the blood smell of the assassin who was beheaded outside the Huguo Temple.