After the two of them washed up, they felt hungry.

Soon, the food was delivered, and the postman brought a large pot of wine.

Alcohol and food are free of charge at the post station, similar to a popular saying in later generations, called 'eating public meals'.

Don't eat for nothing, don't eat!

A small pot of red stewed mutton, pork and cabbage soup, and a few plates of seasonal stir-fry are all fresh and very delicious.

Oh yes, it's more comfortable than eating in a high-end inn.

After a while, a few more groups of post officials and sergeants came to the post station, and the number of guests gradually increased.

After he was full of wine and food, Xu Shichang began to yawn.

This guy looks heartless all day long, and he has developed a lazy habit in the horse farm, so he knows how to eat and sleep soundly.

"Go, you go back to the middle wing and sleep." Linghu Po had no choice but to follow him.

"Well, I'm a little tired, I'll go to sleep first, big brother."

Xu Shichang wiped his mouth left and right with his greasy hands, wiped his short-sleeved shirt again, and turned away in a daze.

Oh, I really convinced him, how many times have I said it, he can't change his unhygienic stinky problem.

This stupid young master really can't be elegant.

Ling Hupo glanced at Xu Shichang's back and muttered.

After that, he went to the upper wing of the courtyard.

The upper wing of this post station is actually an independent small courtyard, and the courtyard is quite quiet, and no one will come to disturb it under normal circumstances.

Linghupo was in the courtyard, and rinsed his body with the well water brought by the postman, and felt much cleaner, and then entered the house.

The house had long been lit with the scent of mosquito smoke, and the smoke was filled.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, there are still many mosquitoes in the mountainous areas.

Linghu Po felt that the smoke was almost gone, so he opened the window to let the smoke through the room.

After half an hour, the moon bent and the silver light spread all over the earth, and at last, the tiredness of the day came to mind.

He took off his coat and climbed onto the kang, and fell asleep groggily.

When I woke up from my sleep, it was almost late at night.

In the black hole room, a beam of moonlight shone in through the window lattice.

Under the moonlight, the shadows of the leaves in the courtyard reflected on the window lattice, like ghosts and dancing claws.

Ling Hupo opened his eyes violently and slowly sat up from the bed like a ghost.

Outside, the sound of Suo Suo kept coming, and he didn't think it was the sound of the autumn wind blowing the leaves.

Could it be that there are thieves in such an inferior inn?

He got out of bed quietly, wearing only a pair of pants and a fork hanging from his body, and walked barefoot on the ground.

looked at the autumn coat two steps away, and subconsciously reached out to take the ring knife on the side of the gown.

When you touch it, it's empty.

Worst!

The ring-headed sword and the iron bow and quiver, etc., are all in the saddle.

Oh, remember.

At that time, Xu Shichang, a fool, was taken away with the saddle and put into his room first.

This heartless fool and bastard, after eating, he only knows how to go back to the room to raise the corpse, and he doesn't know how to send the ring head knife over.

According to the guard regulations, this kid should be on duty in the yard.

But this... Alas... Count the balls.

Luckily, there was a hunting knife with me.

At a critical time, it was this ancestral hunting knife that saved his life.

He took out the short blade from his leg, removed the outer sheath, and walked quietly in the shadows of the room, as if the whole person was buried in it.

He listened intently to the noise outside.

In the small courtyard outside the house, there are people around... Seven or eight... No, no... I'm afraid there are more than a dozen.

There's not much point in guessing the number now.

Anyway, there are a lot of people outside, maybe there are people guarding outside the fence of the yard.

This is not like a crime committed by bandits, such a stirring up is obviously a well-planned hunt!

Who will put him to death?

Linghu Po's head was running rapidly, but he couldn't think of a reason.

His breathing began to rapid, and his adrenaline production accelerated.

If you are paralyzed, kill one and count one as one.

The master doesn't believe it, and when he comes out, there are still some residents in this station, they are all soldiers.

At this moment, there was a soft knock on the door, and someone had already opened the door.

Then, gently pushing the door open, a dark shadow entered.

The man who came in was short, but nimble like a monkey.

How does it look like a thief digging into the door?

These killers are also cunning, getting a thief to open the door, trying to kill someone silently, and then evacuate smoothly.

Originally, Ling Hupo wanted to wait a little longer, let go of this door thief first, and wait for the real killer to come in, and see who they were?

But after seeing this person's movements, he did not hesitate to paste it.

In a narrow space, the enemy with nimble hands and feet is often the most troublesome.

When he came in, his pupils hadn't fully adjusted to the darkness, and a big hand had already covered his mouth.

The throat was cold, the blood vessels were severed, and blood splattered out.

The corpse was then dragged into the shadows and rested in a corner.

Immediately afterwards, another person came in from outside the door, holding a bright and dangling Pu blade in his hand.

The noise in the room made him a little alert, and he stopped and turned his head to look around.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed, and he was already bullied.

The cold light of the hunting knife, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, stretched and retracted, and opened a large gate on the side of his neck.

"Squeak..."

Blood gushed out of the wound.

It came too quickly, the hot and humid liquid spilled all over his body, and the guy fell dizzily in the doorway, convulsed a few times, and whimpered for his life.

I guess that's the end of the sneak attack.

Linghu Po didn't care about this.

He reached out and took the knife from the sneak attacker, and casually threw away the blood-stained hunting knife.

With a three-foot-long Pu knife in his hand, although it is not as easy as the ring head knife, it is much stronger than the hunting knife that has been slipped by blood stains.

With the weapon in hand, Hupo's confidence was suddenly doubled.

I saw him flash, opened the door and rushed out.

Countless dark shadows shook in the courtyard, and there were fights and bowstrings vibrating.

Strange!

Before he could think about it, the two assassins approached the door in a puff of smoke.

Their reactions, compared to Ling Hupo, seemed a little slow.

They also seemed to be bewildered by the fighting and screaming in the courtyard.

The guy in this house, where did he get the helper?

Isn't it just two people, one of the entourages is still snoring in the middle wing.

Doubts still seem to be swirling in their brains, affecting their ability to make timely judgments and reactions.

The difference is a millimeter, and the loss is a thousand miles.

At this time, Ling Hupo was highly nervous and engrossed.

He knew very well that he couldn't have helpers, as long as he posted them, they were all enemies!

Thinking that Xu Shichang is stupid, he is snoring and sleeping like a dead pig.

I'm afraid that all the people in this post station have been killed, and this guy may not be able to wake up.

In the fight of life and death, a little distraction is very deadly.

It's too late, it's too late.

I saw Linghu Po swinging his knife to the left, "Porphyry...", and directly cut off the head of the person on the left.