Lin Zhongquan was unhappy when he heard this, and his face was gloomy. The young man lowered his voice and said, "Childe, have you heard of the legend of the four-faced demon god?" Lin Zhongquan shook his head.

When that person mentioned the "Four-Faced Demon God", he was extremely excited and joyful, and even his eyes seemed to be shining with a strange brilliance. I only heard him say slowly: "According to legend, this four-faced demon god appears in Middle-earth once every thirty years, and every time he appears, he can fulfill the three wishes of a mortal. No matter what kind of wish this person utters, the demon god can help him make it happen. ”

Lin Zhongquan's arm slowly drooped, and he put his sword behind him and said loudly: "Lin has never believed in this kind of strange thing. Your Excellency is uninvited, what is the purpose of the matter, might as well tell us quickly?"

The man smiled and said, "Truth be told, I am the messenger of this demon god, and you are the one I have chosen. As he spoke, he pointed a withered finger at the spring in the forest. Lin Zhongquan raised his head and smiled: "Lin has heard a lot of deceitful nonsense, but in comparison, only Your Excellency is the most rude. ”

The scar-faced young man said, "How can you see it?" Lin Zhongquan said: "Since the demon god can help mortals realize their wishes, this mortal only needs to grant one, and the other two wishes seem to be superfluous." As long as this mortal says a word, does this demon god have to die of anger?"

The young man said, "What do mortals say?" Lin Zhongquan said, "Please ask the demon god to grant me another hundred wishes." ”

The young man was stunned: "This ......" Lin Zhongquan said: "Didn't you say that no matter what wish the demon god is, it will be fulfilled." And the wish made by this mortal is to hope that the demon god can fulfill his hundred more wishes. If the Demon God can't fulfill this one wish alone, then why do the remaining two mortals have to say it again?"

The young man smiled: "Not bad. It's a pity that the person thirty years ago didn't make such a request to the demon god as smart as Childe. Lin Zhongquan looked at the young man and said, "If you are short of money to spend, young master, I am in a good mood tonight, and I can reward you with a few taels of silver to buy wine and drink." If you continue to talk to me about these nonsense words without interest, then I'm sorry, but the sword in my hand will be evicted. ”

The messenger who claimed to be a demon god was not angry when he heard this, but said slowly: "So I will make a bet with you." Lin Zhongquan said: "No matter what kind of betting, I don't like it." I've always been a fan of gambling, and what is won by luck is always lost very quickly. So where did you come from or where did you come back? I don't think I've seen you. ”

The young man didn't seem to give up, and said lightly: "In order to make Your Excellency believe in the existence of the Demon God, I left my head here. As long as Tomorrow Night Boy hands over my head to the Demon God, I will come back to life in good shape. I don't know if Childe has the guts to meet the Demon God?"

Lin Zhongquan said: "Whether it's the four-faced demon god, the eight-faced demon god, or the sixteen-faced demon god. I'm not interested. Although he said this, he thought in his heart: "This person's identity is suspicious, and most of them are cult members." He was clever and clever, but he wanted to lure me into the trap they had set so that I wouldn't be fooled.

I have to believe that if a man takes his head off, someone else can put his head back in its original condition, unless I'm a fool. Who would believe such a ridiculous thing when it is told to anyone? If he really cut off his head for me, then there must be a great conspiracy hidden in it. Why would a good person use his head to make a bet to let himself meet that demon god?"

While he was thinking, the young man had really done something inhuman. He actually cut off his head, and a string of blood sprayed out. The headless body actually held its head in both hands and placed it on the table. Lin Zhongquan saw it clearly, and there was blood bubbling in the other party's neck, which looked extremely weird.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and the lights in the house suddenly dimmed, and when the lights in the house became bright again, the headless body actually disappeared.

Lin Zhongquan couldn't believe his eyes. He strode to the window, and looked down at a large pond beneath it. The shadow of the half-moon in the sky was silently imprinted in the water. There were no ripples on the surface of the water, and the man vanished like a ghost.

He turned around and looked at the bloody head of the round table. This human head was full of anger and a terrifying expression, Rao is Lin Zhongquan was very bold, and he suddenly felt a chill on his back. Another gust of night wind blew, and the candles in the house flickered, adding a touch of terror.

In addition to the human head, there was a note on the table, which read: "See you at the window tomorrow." Just as Lin Zhongquan reached out to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, he seemed to hear a woman's scream coming from upstairs. His heart couldn't help but tighten, and he said to himself: "Oops, isn't something wrong with Miss Feng?"

He hurriedly put on his robe, grabbed the long sword on the table, and rushed out the door. It was dark in the hallway of the inn, and he turned to pick up the oil lamp in the room, held it in his hand, and walked towards the hall. Feng Miaoqing lived on the second floor, and he ran down the stairs to the second floor. Small composition

The door to a strange room on the second floor was wide open, and the light from inside shone on the floor of the hallway outside. A woman's voice came from inside the room, "Please, don't come...... Please, don't come here......" Lin Zhongquan rushed into the room without thinking about it.

The strange thing was that there was a headless figure sitting at the round table in the room, but Feng Miaoqing was not seen. Lin Zhongquan gasped, when he sent Feng Miaoqing back during the day, she was dressed like this.

And this headless body is wearing Feng Miaoqing's white gauze clothes. Seeing this, Lin Zhongquan was terrified in his heart, and he took seven or eight steps back in fright. At this time, the two panes opened automatically, and a gloomy voice said, "Tomorrow, don't leave the inn." The beauty is the head of the beauties, and the hands are returned. ”

The word "yet" seemed to float in his ears, and Lin Zhongquan immediately closed his eyes. He thought he was hallucinating. When he opened his eyes again, the headless body was still sitting at the table. His heart was beating suddenly, and the palms of his hands holding the hilt of the sword couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

A wave of vertigo hit the back of his neck, and he couldn't help but sit on the ground. At this moment, he didn't dare to look into the room again, because this scene was too terrifying. At this time, he was flustered and said to himself: "Impossible, impossible...... None of this is going to be true......"

At this moment, the gloomy voice sounded in his ears again: "Young Master Lin, save me...... Lin Gongzi, save me......" Lin Zhongquan threw down the long sword in his hand, covered his head with both hands, trembled all over, and said loudly: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it." ”

He suppressed his fear in order to calm himself. But what happened tonight was so unbelievable that all the lessons learned in the past seemed to be useless. He straightened up and tapped on the door across from him, trying to tell everyone that there was something strange about the inn. When he knocked on several rooms in a row, no one in the room answered.

He had the courage to kick open one of the guest room doors, and found that the floor of the guest room was full of dust and the furniture was crooked. The panes were nailed to death with wooden planks. Lin Zhongquan pondered in his heart: "Could it be that this inn is a ghost shop?"

Since the person who claimed to be the messenger of the demon god came to me tonight, then why did he plot to kill Miss Feng? In order to convince me that there really is a demon god in this world, he not only cut off his own head, but also cut off Miss Feng's head? Who is this four-faced demon god, why did they find me?"

Lin Zhongquan was puzzled. There was a human head in the room where he lived, and there was a headless corpse in Feng Miaoqing's room. For this kind of thing, he couldn't help but feel furious in his heart. He thought about it, "Let's stay in the hall and stay up until dawn." ”

In fact, it was not difficult to leave this inn with his martial arts, but he still decided to stay. Because he had begun to take an interest in the legend of the demon god in his heart. Little by little, the sky was getting brighter, and the fear in his heart gradually subsided.

He clearly understood that it is impossible for a person to be resurrected if he is truly dead. There are no gods and monsters in this world, and even if there are, they only appear in the play, because he has never seen a god or monster since he was a child.

Sometimes what he saw wasn't always true, and he tried to convince himself to go back to the two rooms again. Through the skull and the headless corpse, he seemed to have discovered the other party's trick. The real owner of the human head is probably the corpse in a woman's clothes. At that time, he was too frightened to look closely at the obvious clues left on the corpse.

First of all, if the corpse is beheaded at the neck, there should be a lot of blood on the chest. And when he entered the house, there was little blood on the neckline of the corpse's shirt. Second, the headless corpse's palm knuckles were thick and calloused, not a woman's hand. From this point of view, Feng Miaoqing was not mutilated, but was taken away.

Thinking of this, he felt a little comforted in his heart. But there were still many mysteries lingering in his mind. This man appeared in front of him, and he saw him cut off his head, put his head on the table with both hands, and flew out of the window with the headless body. did not fall into the pond, but went to Feng Miaoqing's house.

He knew that the only way to find Feng Miaoqing at present was to wait. Because the other party said, "Tomorrow, don't leave the inn." The beauty is the head of the beauties, and the hands are returned. What puzzled him was the other party's purpose, pretending to be a ghost and arranging such a big pass, just to arouse his interest in the demon god?

If you do, it's not worth it. From the moment the demon god envoy began to speak, the other party seemed to have seen his feelings for Feng Miaoqing. Could it be that the other party wants to use his infatuation with Feng Miaoqing to make a big fuss. Thinking of this, Lin Zhongquan couldn't help frowning.

If the other party really uses Feng Miaoqing as a bargaining chip and lets him do things that endanger martial arts, it will be extremely bad. Thinking about it, his eyelids grew heavy. I haven't slept all night, and I'm a little tired at the moment. Since the other party wants to see the so-called demon god with his own eyes, then why not cultivate his spirit first. He lay on a wooden table and fell asleep in a daze, and did not open his eyes until sunset.