01

No one's night is only terrifying, and at this terrifying moment, Ah Chen's heart is pinched together.

Ah Chen's heart felt cold, and his hand touched his waist.

After enduring it for a long time, Ah Chen still let go of his hand.

It was so quiet that no one alive was panting, and Ah Chen could hear the sound of his own heartbeat.

When encountering such a scene, no one can calm down, after all, he is a living person, and at this moment it is like entering a burial ground in the suburbs.

An inexplicable worry filled Ah Chen's heart, the people in the inn died strangely, and their injuries were not Cui Si's methods.

But from their outfits, Ah Chen could see that these people were all men who walked the rivers and lakes, and some of them were not young

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They must have a wealth of experience in the rivers and lakes, but such a person died so quickly, they must have met a strong man, Ah Chen gasped.

Their weapons were knives and swords, but the swords did not come out of their sheaths, and the swords did not strike, and the strangest thing was the man with a broken neck.

There was nothing in his hands, but his hands told Ah Chen that this person had practiced iron sand palms, and his head was actually bleeding.

This man must have gone through a struggle before he died, and the man who wounded him first wounded him, and then broke his neck with his own palm.

This person is definitely not Cui Si, Ah Chen knows this in his heart.

Cui Si used a knife, how fast his knife was, Ah Chen had never seen it, but from his story, Gao Qian had already told himself that Cui Si used to be a knife man.

Before he met Cui Siniang, he was just a friend, and it was this woman who kept Cui Siniang's wandering heart.

If a man is willing to pay for a woman, it is enough to show that the person is tired of the rivers and lakes and needs a home.

A stable and joyful home, everyone is yearning for, Cui Si is a man, of course he also needs this warm home.

So Cui Si put down the knife in his hand, no longer a wandering swordsman, he became a good husband, a little shopkeeper of the inn.

But now that this good husband and little shopkeeper is no longer in his inn, Ah Chen understands that he must have encountered troubles that he can't solve.

Otherwise, the couple would never leave their inn, this inn was their home, and a person would never give up their attached home unless it was absolutely necessary.

Ah Chen held his breath, found the lantern of the inn, and slowly walked into the backyard.

The backyard was bright under the moonlight.

The backyard of the inn was quiet, there was no sound of anyone talking, and there was no sound of anyone fighting.

On the way to the room, there stood a man with a strange back, his shadow in the moonlight was only one leg.

The man was holding a jet-black cane in his hand, and Ah Chen saw that the crutch was deeply inserted into the ground, and his eyes looked at the room in the backyard.

Of course, the man did not stand straight, but he leaned forward, and the crutches he was holding supported the man's body so that he did not fall.

This person is already dead, and the first thing that catches Ah Chen's eyes is that this person's back is bleeding, but the blood has coagulated and formed a lump.

Ah Chen slowly touched his body with his hand, and the person's body still had residual warmth, indicating that the time of this death was not too long.

On the back was the stab mark left by the sword, this sword came quickly, this person did not react at all, this person was really behind his back.

The sudden sting made the man ready to resist, and his hand tried to raise his cane, but the sword came a little too fast.

This man's hand was so strong that his crutches were inserted into the ground, and he didn't come to make a quick move, and this method of attack was simply silent.

Ah Chen came to the front of this man and raised the lantern in his hand, this man he had never seen before, and he had a scar on his face.

The mouth was wide open, obviously surprised by the attack from behind, but his eyes were looking ahead, there should be another person in front of him.

The person in front of him attracted his attention, and he may not have been able to guard against the person behind him at all, so he was so surprised at the moment of death.

Who can have such a fast sword? Ah Chen was thinking carefully, in his eyes, he had only seen the speed of Li Qing's sword, and the young master's swordsmanship was fast enough.

But his young master never kills a person from behind, and he doesn't like to kill, in Ah Chen's memory, Li Qing only teaches a lesson to his proud opponent every time he makes a move.

But what about Cui Si and his wife? Aren't they here?

Carrying the lantern, Ah Chen pushed open Cui Si's room, and there was no one in the room?

What about people?

At this moment, a terrifying scene appeared in Ah Chen's mind, as if it had just happened.

02

The moment the door was closed, Cui Si saw a strange man.

The man was dressed in a black cloak and held a sword in his hand, and he was very thin, but his face was cleanly cleaned, and he did not have a beard.

The thin face was very cold, without a trace of a smile, and he didn't use his hands when he closed the door, but took it with his palm, this person has so deep skills.

Cui Si immediately gave Cui Siniang a look, he knew that he must have encountered big trouble today, and the people who came were not good stubble, and what they brought might be the killing of the rivers and lakes.

Mr. Li's crutches were put away quickly, and at the moment when Cui Sizhang's wind hit, he raised his hand and touched it hard.

Cui Si retreated back in the duel of palm points, when someone suddenly came to interrupt their fight.

There were all sorts of people flying in, but they weren't dead, but the posture they came in was a bit really ugly, and the posture of falling to the ground was even more ugly.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes wants to save face, the commotion happened immediately, the hands of the man in black were very fast, it was like peeling an apple, and Cui Si's eyes were fluttering.

The men who tried to stand up had fallen again, his sword was too fast, and this was the second fast sword Cui Si had ever seen.

Except for his young master Li Qing, Cui Si couldn't believe that there were still people who shot so fast, so vicious, just a bunch of gourds, and there was no such way to cut?

But the men still didn't stand up, they didn't even have a chance to draw their swords, and for a moment there was only the sound of people breathing faster.

After a moment of silence, a person's moaning sound came from the room, this was Yang Kuo who had fainted, he woke up, but it didn't seem to be the right time to wake up.

"Grandma's, you're so fierce," the hooded man likes to scold when he wakes up, what consequences this sentence will bring, the person who spoke never thought about it.

"Your mouth stinks!" said the man who came in did not move, his sword already in its scabbard.

Yang Kuo saw everything that happened, and also saw this person, his person was a violent temper, and the moment he woke up, his feet moved, and his palm struck out again.

Cui Si did not have a sword in his hand, these people who came must have been killed by this person, he knew his judgment very well, and he firmly believed in his own palm.

People make mistakes for the first time, and they must not make a second mistake, and here, as long as the second time happens, this living person will never have a chance again.

Yang Kuo's palm is thick, this is a habit that has been practiced all year round, and the palm must carry the sound of the wind, and the moment the thick palm comes.

His eyes immediately went dumb, he would never believe it.

The body of the standing man was like a fallen leaf, and it was blown up by the wind in his palm, and the person fell to the table next to him, and with a slight touch of his foot, he disappeared.

Yang Kuo is also an old Jianghu, when he found this moment, he had only one thought in his heart, 'Not good!', and the person's feet braked at the fastest speed.

Cui Si couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, this person's floating figure was like a bat in the night, it was simply a ghost.

The sword in his hand was not drawn, and the moment it fell behind Yang Kuo, his palm was like a sharp knife for chopping wood, and there was an 'click' sound in the inn immediately.

Cui Si is a swordsman, he knows what the sound is, and he understands what is happening, this person will definitely not be able to open his mouth again.

With a turn of his hand, he grabbed the clothes on Yang Kuo's back, and gently lifted them on the stool next to the table, he was holding a person in his hand, and this person's expression seemed to be carrying a dead duck.

There was no living expression on his cold face, and Cui Si's heart trembled.

"You! Who are you?" Mr. Li, who was on crutches, opened his mouth.

"Are you Mr. Li with a broken leg?" the person who came in turned around and looked at Mr. Li.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Li's tone was hard.

"Your hatred should be deep, are you here to seek revenge?" said the man in black.

"Why should I tell you?" said Mr. Lee.

"You're still alive. "Humanity in black.

"Can you kill me?" said Mr. Lee.

The man in black didn't answer, and his eyes suddenly showed a murderous aura, which could make the living feel trembling.

This person's swordsmanship and techniques, the living people in the inn have already seen whether he is his opponent or not?

People who walk the rivers and lakes like to use 'there is a kind' to describe themselves, and when they meet a real opponent, everyone will hesitate, after all, at this time, life and death are only in an instant.

A living person can always say that he is 'kind', but when he dies, any evaluation will appear, although he has no way of knowing.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Mr. Li's people were talking, but his voice had already come down, and it was no longer as vicious as it had just been.

"I didn't have any idea, but now I've changed my mind. "Humanity in black.

"What the hell is the idea?" asked Mr. Lee casually, he had to care about this man's terrible thoughts.

"I suddenly want to teach you a lesson," said the man in black, and after saying this, he added, "We should go somewhere." ”

"Where?" asked Mr. Lee.

"Cui Si's backyard is very good, I like it very much!" The words of the man in black made Cui Si suddenly startled, could it be that this person has been hiding in his backyard?

Cui Si and Cui Siniang slowly retreated to the backyard, they didn't want to offend this person, whether this person was an enemy or a friend, I don't know yet?

If he said that he was an enemy, but he killed these people who came, if he said that he was a friend, but his expression told Cui Si that this person was not friendly at all.

The moment he entered the backyard, Cui Si was even more surprised, there was still a person standing in his yard, this person was wearing a mask and a black cloak.

He suddenly heard the sound of Mr. Li, who was walking behind, without footsteps, and instantly made a strange sound, and at the same time heard a sentence, "This person is not worthy of living in the world." ”

Cui Si's hand clenched into a fist.

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