In a snow-white world, the silver moonlight flashed between the sky, the cold night covered the mountains, the cold wind blew, the street was dimly lit, and only a few figures could be seen.

The moonlit night was bleak, the pedestrians were lonely, and the clouds that floated up obscured the lunar disk in the sky, hiding all the loose shadows on the ground.

Bang.

The door of the inn was pushed open by a large hand, and the cold wind with snowflakes rolled in, and unlike the deserted streets, the steaming house was full of wine and laughter.

The sound of the vulture, accompanied by the cold, everyone subconsciously looked towards the door, only to see a man, wearing a shabby coat, carrying a big knife at his waist, with two circles of black cloth wrapped around his head, only revealing a pair of sharp eyes.

This man didn't speak when he came, he just pestle straight and straight, and his cold gaze swept over everyone, and many people subconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

Such a character, even if he doesn't say a word, his whole body is full of the words "the person who comes is not good".

"Yo, the guest officer is here, please come inside."

When the atmosphere was silent, Xiao Er came forward with a huff and quickly closed the door of the fan, and as soon as the cold wind stopped, the temperature in the room began to warm up.

Xiao Er rubbed his hands to meet the masked knife guest, and asked enthusiastically: "The guest officer must be tired from coming from afar, this is for you to prepare a bucket of hot water to warm up, there are still a few jars of ten years of good wine in the store, you want to think it is appropriate, please go upstairs?" ”

The masked man didn't make a sound, just followed Xiao Er's guidance and went upstairs step by step.

After he left, the atmosphere in the underground hall could be regarded as really warming, and at a table in the corner, a middle-aged man with a goatee knocked on the table lightly and said, "See, this is the real mess." ”

Sitting opposite him were two young boys, they looked up at the direction in which the masked man had disappeared, and said in their hearts: "Master, this person is really terrifying, just now he looked at it, and the disciple didn't even dare to breathe. ”

The goatee took a sip of the wine on the table, raised a finger and pointed at the little apprentice in front of him, and said: "Now I understand, there are no two brushes that are less capable of doing it outside, and the two of you adding one piece are not enough for someone to have a knife." ”

The little apprentice said very curiously, "Master, will we go to Hengshan tomorrow?" ”

"Go, why don't you go," Goatee said leisurely: "Let's join in the fun and don't do it, the things on the rivers and lakes are one less thing, you kid, if you don't even have the guts, it's better to go home and farm early."

The little apprentice blushed, lowered his head in shame, and did not dare to speak again.

At this time, the other people in the hall were chatting about topics related to Heng Mountain, and in recent days, there have been many masters on the rivers and lakes who want to step on Heng Mountain to become famous, and the ring that came to challenge Bo Fame is placed day after day.

This inn has entered the boundary of Hengshan Mountain, and most of the people who come and go from the south to the north come for this.

Upstairs in the guest room, Xiao Er retreated after preparing hot water, and the masked knife man checked the room before slowly removing the disguise on his body, revealing an almost numb face.

This person is the former Jinyi Wei General Banner, counting thousands of miles.

A few days ago, Jinyiwei's informant sent him the news that the agreement between him and Jinyiwei had been completed, and the other party no longer needed him to kill, and he was free.

After the shackles were gone, Ji Qianli did not feel relaxed, and the bitter hatred in his heart was the source of strength that has pushed him to this day.

Since the first person who joined Jinyiwei and walked into the rivers and lakes to kill, Ji Qianli has been making a knife in someone else's hand, but this time when he came to Hengshan, he asked for a knife for himself.

Before leaving Jinyiwei, he heard from his former brothers about the changes that happened on Heng Mountain, after Yu Fang's disappearance, the current Heng Mountain faction is controlled by Mingyu, and this person is the culprit who forced Pei Fang to die in Beijing.

Before his death, Ji Qianli and Pei Fang were not able to stay together as they wished, and even the name, only after the death of this girl, he engraved it on the cold tombstone.

Since practicing the Blood Demon Sword Technique, Ji Qianli's mind seemed to have become a mess, and some people and things in the past continued to become ambiguous from his memory, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Only this girl from the Hengshan Sect had always remained in the most important position in his mind, and she still accompanied him when he was in the cold killing hell deep in the depths.

Ji Qianli took out a jade hairpin from his arms, which was something that Pei Fang had been wearing before his death, and it was also the only thing that the other party left him now that could prove those good pasts.

Holding the jade hairpin, Ji Qianli sat on the edge of the bathtub, and waited until the hot water became cold before he stepped into it and washed away the filth on his body with a biting chill.

When Xiao Er came to deliver the meal on the second day, he was even more stunned after knocking on the door, the masked man who looked like half a homeless man yesterday was so handsome in white with a knife after cleaning up today.

"Guest Officer ......"

Xiao Er was holding the meal, as clever as he was a little short of words for a while, Ji Qianli didn't say a word, and after signaling Xiao Er to leave something, he sent him away.

Ji Qianli's eyes were as deep as night, and after finishing this breakfast in a dull manner, he took out a demon mask and put it on, tied the knife around his waist, and turned around and left the guest room.

Xiao Er, who was waiting outside, heard the sound and greeted him, and after seeing Ji Qianli wearing a mask, he was so frightened that he directly dropped the tea he was holding in his hand.

He was shocked, shrank back to the corner of the wall in a trembling voice, and said with chattering teeth: "This, this mask, you, you are the ghost-faced murderer——?! ”

This inn is located in the Hengshan Territory, and most of the people who receive it on weekdays are people in the rivers and lakes, and he naturally knows some news about the second child in the hall.

He had heard the rumors of the ghost-faced murderous knife unexpectedly, but he never expected that he would have the opportunity to encounter such an earthly evil star.

Before he could open his mouth to beg for mercy, Ji Qianli said indifferently: "The money for the hotel is in the house, you can order it." ”

After saying that, Ji Qianli crossed Xiao Er, who didn't dare to move on the ground, and walked out of the inn step by step.

This demon mask is basically equivalent to putting Ji Qianli's identity on the surface, and when everyone sees it again along the way, it will be different from last night's surprise.

"It's him! This guy is too rampant! The month before last, he killed the whole family outside the forester, and he didn't even let go of the five-year-old child outside the forester, and now he dares to show up with a swagger, it's just too much to take me and other righteous knights in his eyes! ”

"What is this, I also heard that he killed 'Yi Bo Yuntian' Lu Daxia not long ago, and hung Lu Daxia's head on a pole, this person is simply crazy!"

Ji Qianli, who appeared in a mask, didn't go far out of the inn, and was soon surrounded by a group of knights.

"Ghost-faced murder knife! You have done a lot of evil! Today next year will be your day of death! Come on! ”

I don't know who shouted, and led everyone to kill Ji Qianli together.

Ji Qianli looked at the more than ten people in front of him, his right hand slowly rested on the knife on his waist, accompanied by a fierce light, the horizontal knife came out of the sheath, and the blood light was like the wind, sweeping away, and everywhere it was affected, whether it was knives, guns, clubs, or flesh and blood armor, all of them shattered in response.

The sword flashed like a thunderbolt, and in an instant, the blood mist sprayed into the sky like rain, and the entire street was dyed blood-red.