"The smell of blood?" Qin Ke was familiar with this smell, in the tomb of King Ye, the scene of ten thousand snakes fighting was still vivid, and the tumbling like a wave, the disgusting smell of blood often reappeared in his dreams.

And he hadn't opened the door of the oil shop yet, but he already had an inexplicable sense of foreboding.

"Squeak".

The door of the oil shop was slowly pushed open, but inside it was a hellish sight.

On the counter, an old man in a coarse cloth robe lay quietly, his head tilted back to the extreme. It even makes people wonder if his neck will suddenly break off in the next moment.

And in his throat, a bloody mouth slowly flowed blood, running down his beard, over his cheeks and eyes, and slowly dripping to the ground. He hadn't been dead for long, but there were already flies circling around him, flying around and then resting on the tip of his nose, tiny mouthparts slowly licking the blood that was gradually thickening and blackening.

On the other side of the counter, two bodies sat side by side against the wall, staring blankly with wide eyes, full of horror, the same bloody wound in their throats, their clothes wet with blackened blood.

Qin Ke only felt a chill running down his tail vertebrae all the way up, all the way into his brain!

He slammed the door open, and the door of the oil shop slammed against the door frame, making a muffled sound, and he even looked like a thief fleeing in a hurry as he walked away from the door of the oil shop.

"It shouldn't be...... It shouldn't be......" he whispered to himself.

But he couldn't figure out what was going on, why all the people in the oil shop died, as if he had witnessed two deaths in a row in one day, but he still didn't know who killed them or what they were for.

His mind was in a mess, and he just wanted to find a quiet, no-man place to hide. It was too complicated, all of this was completely out of his old life, and after only two days of arriving in Jianye City, he suddenly began to miss the amiable uncles and aunts in Daoxiang Village, as well as those children who were younger than him.

It's just that he suddenly stopped.

He wanted to find a quiet, unoccupied place. Strictly speaking, the street is quiet and there are no people.

Apart from...... The blind old man and his erhu sound.

The blind old man was still sitting on the small bench, his expression calm, as if everything outside had nothing to do with him, and he was only pulling his erhu wholeheartedly. His hands were full of age spots, but the muscles were not as shrunken as ordinary old people, but were very tight, and the tiger's mouth was full of calluses.

The sound of the erhu suddenly tightened, but the originally lonely momentum has become murderous!

Qin Ke's face changed, he didn't give himself time to think at all, and as soon as he stomped his legs, the whole person suddenly retreated backwards!

And on the floor in front of him, a small handleless sword about three feet long and four inches wide sank deep into the ground, and its edge was exposed.

Qin Ke's retreating back slammed into the door of the oil shop, and with a bang, the already old gate fell in this force.

Qin Ke rolled on the ground a few times in embarrassment, feeling a sticky feeling between his fingers.

He knew it was blood from the corpse. There was a faint sound of wind in the air, and then the sound of a sharp weapon piercing through the plank, and in the blink of an eye, the little sword had swept towards him!

In the dark, Qin Ke rolled around like a lame leper dog on the side of the road, and his mind was full of words scolding him for being stupid.

In an empty street, there was such a blind old man who was surprisingly surprised, why didn't he notice his old and undecreished skin and his breath that was far longer than ordinary people?

The small sword swept past his ear, the whistling wind hit his eardrums, and a drop of blood slowly dripped down the small wound on his earlobe, he reached out to his waist to touch his dagger, but it was empty, only the cowhide dagger jacket was left at his waist, but there was no trace of the dagger.

Qin Ke only remembered at this time that after he threw away the dagger in the cellar, he forgot to pick it up at all.

Of course, in that situation, he didn't have time to pick up the dagger that had been with him for many years, but just like this, he became more and more embarrassed in the face of the small sword floating in the air.

The sound of the erhu penetrated into the oil shop, and the little sword drew a deadly straight line in the air like a living thing, Qin Ke rolled again, reached out and touched the bench that he had turned over on the side, and threw it out fiercely, hitting the oncoming small sword.

The wooden bench was suddenly pierced by a sharp sword, and the foot of the stool broke off behind the sharp edge and fell to the ground with a thud. Although the little sword pierced the bench with enough edge, it also deviated from its direction and swirled into the counter, making a sound of piercing wood.

The oil shop has two floors, and the staircase is not far from the counter, which is usually the place where the goods are placed. Qin Ke stood up, his whole body was full of qi and blood, his breathing was like thunder, and he accumulated a cloud of strength in his abdomen, and in a sudden leap, he jumped up the wooden ladder and ran frantically upstairs.

And the erhu sound changed from whimpering to murderous again, and then there was a sound of breaking the air, the handleless small sword penetrated the counter, and then penetrated the corpse of the shopkeeper lying on it, but because of the extremely fast speed, it shook off the blood on it and chased Qin Ke away.

Qin Ke gasped, jumped down suddenly, climbed a step again, and the whole person landed on the floor of the second floor, followed by a popping sound, obviously although the handleless small sword had amazing penetration, it could not turn in the middle very easily. This made Qin Ke feel a little at ease.

"At least compared to Xuanwei, this should be able to dodge ......" Qin Ke thought of Wang Xuanwei's overwhelming Xuanwei, although those insects have life, they can change as they want in Wang Xuanwei's control, and they are also the spirit of cultivation, but the blind old man is still a little far from Wang Xuanwei, the general of the Mo family.

But Qin Ke's face changed, although the blind old man couldn't stand side by side with Wang Xuanwei, but after all, he was also not a master of Wang Xuanwei's Gao Changgong's level! As he raised his leg and took a step back, the little sword actually broke through from the bottom to the top along the ceiling, and it was only an inch away from the tip of his nose.

If it weren't for the fact that his Xunfeng technique had been quietly unfolded and captured its hollow-breaking sound, I am afraid that he would have been stabbed by the small sword by now.

And the small sword swept the tip of Qin Ke's nose and made a sharp sound, piercing the roof. The tiles, which had been cut in half, could not stay on the roof and fell down with the dust, falling in half on the floor.

The erhu sound gradually became low, but Qin Ke's heart couldn't relax. Wind vision made him feel the lightning-fast movement of the handleless sword in the air even through the roof, but he didn't know why it didn't rush in.

Qin Ke looked around, it was the second floor where the goods were stored, and the cabinets placed on all sides were neatly arranged with oil urns made of clay, on which a big word "oil" was written with a coarse brush.

It seems that this oil character font is positive, strong and majestic, with a bit of calligraphy everyone's style.

I guess the shopkeeper is a person who loves calligraphy, right?

However, soon, his complexion changed, and at this moment, the word "oil" revealed a miserable white edge!

With a few splashes of tiles and oil droplets, Qin Ke's whole person fell back resolutely as if someone had punched him in the face.

The urn shattered, and the fragrant rapeseed oil surged out frantically along the fist-sized hole, sticking viscously to the shelves and dripping to the ground.

And Qin Ke listened to the sound of the wind, and he who had just fallen to the ground slammed his palms on the ground, and his whole body was shocked!

He just lay there, but he rose in the air!

The sword whizzed past his back, breaking through the wooden wall once more and disappearing without a trace.

Qin Ke took a breath and struggled to get up from the ground, the oil that gradually spread on the soles of his boots, making him feel extremely uncomfortable under his feet. It's just that apparently this discomfort is already on his first mind.

His ears moved slightly, and the whistling wind came again!

Although Qin Ke couldn't see the shape of the little sword at all, a silent and invisible world had already formed in his mind, he closed his eyes, frowned, raised his leg and kicked on the cabinet!

The little sword was quietly coming out of the side of the cabinet at this moment, but the countless filled oil urns on the cabinet that was kicked over by Qin Ke were pressed down with heavy weight, and the viscous oil was even more stained with the edge of the little sword.

The erhu sound stopped abruptly.