Chapter 82

Because his emotions were too complicated, Lin Xuanzhong's current appearance was very silent.

"Qingfeng, what are you thinking?" Zhang Qixin, who was walking side by side with Lin Xuanzhong, was a little more careful, and noticed that Lin Xuanzhong's situation was a little abnormal, and immediately asked in a low voice.

"I'm wondering where those escaped mercenaries will flee to?" Interrupted by Zhang Qi's voice, Lin Xuanzhong struggled to make up an answer.

"Don't feel sorry for those people, maybe one day, we'll leave the team and run for our lives like they did. Seeing that Lin Xuanzhong was in a low mood when he spoke, Zhang Qi didn't ask much, but still comforted him.

I had already heard everyone talk about the life of a mercenary, and Lin Xuanzhong could understand what Zhang Qi meant. It's just that because he has experienced too little, it takes a certain amount of time for Lin Xuanzhong to accept things, and Lin Xuanzhong doesn't seem to be ready to accept these things.

"I know," Lin Xuanzhong replied inexplicably.

Not long after, the group returned to the convoy, and under the instructions of the middle-aged man, the convoy continued to move forward. The rain is still drifting like that, there is no big trend, and there is no intention of standing up. The sky was still so gloomy, just like Lin Xuanzhong's heart at this time.

Looking at the sparse yellow dead leaves on the tree, Lin Xuanzhong's mood became more and more depressed, and nothing could change Lin Xuanzhong's mood at the moment.

Time passed little by little, and when Lin Xuanzhong was silent, he had just experienced the two things just now, and the people in the team were actually not in a good mood. Not many people were talking, everyone was walking forward with their heads bowed.

After more than an hour, it was getting late, and the convoy stopped under the orders of the middle-aged leader, and all the personnel were busy making fires and cooking, and then after dinner, everyone rested for nearly an hour before continuing to hurry.

When the convoy hit the road again, the rain gradually stopped. A crescent moon loomed in the dark clouds, a little light sprinkled through the woods, and the convoy moved at a steady pace under the light of a few torches.

Now it is only twenty miles away from the station, and the weather is not very good, so it is a good thing for everyone to arrive at the station early.

The night was not conducive to the men in Tsing Yi to inquire about the situation ahead, so the team marched very slowly. At the current rate, it won't be until the second half of the night to reach the area near the station. Fortunately, once they arrive in the area near the station, they no longer need to worry about danger.

A few torches lit the way, but it was dark in the distance, and from time to time there were strange noises coming from afar. Walking among several people, Lin Xuanzhong was not worried about how terrible those voices were, so he was still thinking about many things alone.

Now my physical condition is getting better day by day, and it will not be long before the injury heals. Originally, Lin Xuanzhong had planned to go to Surabaya City after his injuries were healed, but now Lin Xuanzhong did not dare to go to Surabaya City alone because of what he had seen and heard in the past few days. It's 500 miles away from Wenfeng City, so it's only a long way to get to Surabaya City.

Lin Xuanzhong was not familiar with the route back, once he took the wrong road, it would take longer, and once he encountered danger, there might only be a dead end, Lin Xuanzhong didn't believe that he would happen to encounter a mercenary passing by to save his life. And during this period, I haven't really encountered other mercenary teams on the road, so it's unlikely that I'll encounter a mercenary team when I think about it. In any case, Lin Xuanzhong felt that he could no longer act impulsively.

While Lin Xuanzhong was worried about his own affairs, the team continued to move forward. The closer you are to the station, the better the mental state of the people. I don't know who took the lead, but the team was full of voices of people discussing topics, and it was very lively.

All kinds of sounds continued to come into his ears, and Lin Xuanzhong found that the people around him seemed to be much more relaxed. Maybe being able to arrive at the post station as soon as possible is the thing that everyone is most concerned about, thinking about it like this, Lin Xuanzhong no longer worries about his own affairs, and instead joined Ye Yun and them.

Time passed little by little, and in a blink of an eye, it was already the middle of the night. The cool breeze was refreshing for everyone, but the weather was getting gloomy. At some point, the crescent moon was gone.

It didn't take long for a cool breeze to blow with the dampness, and finally a little raindrop fell. It was raining again, and it was getting heavier and heavier, and soon everyone's clothes were getting wet, and the ground was starting to get worse. As the road became slippery, the convoy slowed down, and the group couldn't help but worry.

If it rains a little harder, the convoy will likely be stranded here, even though it is still a few miles away, but if you don't get to the station in time, everything will become very troublesome.

Seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was no tendency to stop, the middle-aged leader ordered some people to take out some ropes and tie them to a few carriages, and then some mercenary members pulled the carts forward.

After many people participated in pulling the cart, the slowing down vehicle sped up again, and finally the group arrived at the post station before dawn.

From a distance, the attics built together appear in view. Even though it was a little hazy, the size of those buildings still surprised Lin Xuanzhong.

Thinking about the tavern in Youcheng before, it didn't even have a tenth of the size of the post station, Lin Xuanzhong didn't understand why the post station was built so big, and how many guests that post station could receive at the same time.

The closer we got, the bigger the post station becomes. In those attics, there were high walls built around them, and Lin Xuanzhong could see the gate with several lanterns hanging on it. In the wind and rain, the light of the fire in the lantern swayed dimly.

"It's here," putting down the rope he was carrying on his shoulder, Ye Yun said with a breath. After removing the rope, Ye Yun's whole person looked a lot more relaxed.

Due to the relationship of pulling the cart, the rest of the team was also tired along the way. After Ye Yun unloaded the rope on his body, the others followed one after another to unload the rope on their backs, because at this moment, everyone's feet were no longer muddy grass, but flat ground paved with smooth stone slabs.

After the vehicle was on the stone road, even the heavy sound of a few mammoths became much easier.

After a while, the convoy came to the gate of the post station. Because it was still early, there was no busy post man in the courtyard, and it was an empty scene.

Standing in the rain, the tall, thin man in charge of the mercenary team stepped forward and knocked on the door. No matter how loud the tall and thin man knocked on the door, no one in the courtyard answered.

It took a long time for everyone to see a man coming from inside through the iron fence. Dressed in a robe, he walked slowly towards the door step by step, completely ignoring that there were so many people waiting at the door.

It didn't take long for the fellow to finally come close and open the courtyard door with the key.

"How many people, how many livestock, how many goods?" asked three questions in a row, and the tone of the post man was very cold, and he didn't seem to treat everyone as guests at all. However, Lin Xuanzhong found that the middle-aged team leader and the tall and thin man didn't care about it.

"Fifty-one people, five cattle, twenty loadloads of goods. I saw that the tall and thin man explained all the information very kindly, and he did not mean to be angry with the fellow at the inn because everyone had waited for a long time.

"Come in!" the fellow nodded, and then asked, "How many rooms do you want, how many warehouses do you want?" ”

"Twenty-five rooms, three warehouses. Seeing that the innkeeper asked about the needs of the convoy, the tall and thin man directly reported the number of rooms and warehouses that the convoy needed.

The guest rooms are naturally a place for rest, and among the twenty-five rooms there is a single person living and several people living together. For people who often sleep in the wilderness, it is natural that a few people live in a room. As for the warehouses at the inn, where goods could be stored and cattle on a leash, three were sufficient.

After the guy brought everyone into the courtyard, several more men came out to greet them, and there was nothing noteworthy except for the cold expressions on their faces.

Judging from their faces, Lin Xuanzhong really had to think that they were all high-level martial cultivators. In fact, several post house guys only had the strength of a third-order martial cultivator at most. As for why they are so cold when greeting guests, it naturally has something to do with their status.

The fact that the post station can stand safely in the center of various cities and cities that never sleeps is related to the details of the founder of the post station in the eyes of many people. For a long time, many people have speculated about this. Some people believe that the inn was founded by a large city force, or by a bandit organization like the Wolves, and only these two possibilities can ensure that the inn will not be interfered with by various forces and will always be able to do business here.

Of course, no matter which possibility it is, the people in the post station will improve their status. Even as ordinary guys, they don't need to take middle-aged men in their eyes. Perhaps only the leaders of some large mercenary organizations can be feared by them.

With a few men in charge, a few mammoths and the goods have been locked away in the warehouse. In the post station, everyone does not have to worry about the loss of goods and the safety of personnel, because there has never been such a thing in the post station. Moreover, there is a clear rule that prohibits anyone from fighting here, so everyone does not need to worry about their safety.

Since the establishment of the inn, it has maintained a good reputation, and the middle-aged team leader has seen people who have violated the rules in the inn, and then regardless of the identity and strength of those people, they have all been punished accordingly by the post station without exception. In short, no matter what the details of the inn are, as long as they are their guests and do not violate the rules of the inn, then everyone can get corresponding safety here.

Not long after, Lin Xuanzhong, Ye Yun and Zhang Qi came to a guest room. The furnishings in the rooms are very simple, two beds plus a desk, a few chairs, and the rest are some simple daily necessities.

Since the three of them were soaked in rain, after entering the house, the three of them took off their upper clothes and washed in turn in the guest room.

After many days of sleeping in the open air, Lin Xuanzhong is almost getting used to the life of wandering around, but now the feeling of staying in the guest room is much better than being outside.

After taking a bath, putting on the loose clothes of the stubble man Ye Yun, Lin Xuanzhong lay on the bed alone. A wave of tiredness hit him, and he fell into a deep sleep without even eating a mouthful of food.

Seeing that Lin Xuanzhong fell asleep in a blink of an eye, Ye Yun and Zhang Qi didn't talk much, and after simply eating the things sent by the post station guys, the two of them also lay down to rest.