The wine and food were quickly served, and a dozen or so guests occupied two tables, eating by themselves, and after Xiao Lin took care of these guests, he went to do his own thing.

The short and fat boss Qian Wanqian sat at the counter, holding a book in his hand, or rather looking at the account book with relish, if it weren't for his eyes glancing at the dozen or so blood-robed people from time to time, he might have thought that he was so distracted.

"Blood Knife Gate, it seems that the person who came is not good. Qian Wanjin thought that he had seen through the purpose of this group of people.

Eating may be just by the way, more should be to look for Chen Yunzhao, and Qian Wanjin is sure that there is more than one team of people who go out to look for it.

Today's Chen Yunzhao is very safe, the only person who knows where Chen Yunzhao is is Qian Wanjin, and he will never betray his brother, so Chen Yunzhao is very safe.

Qian Wanjin paid attention to the movements of several people and the content of the chat, not for anything else, but just wanted to get some news from them to help Chen Yunzhao.

"Little Er, I'll ask you about something. After everyone in the Blood Knife Gate had eaten and drunk, they beckoned to Xiaolin.

I only heard the people of the Blood Knife Gate ask, "Did you find any suspicious people coming to stay in the hotel last night, or did you sneak here?"

"Last night?" Xiao Lin thought for a while, shook his head and said, "No, no one came over after the store closed last night, and then I went to rest." ”

"Are you sure?"

"I didn't hear a knock on the door, no one should have been there last night. ”

After the people of the Blood Knife Gate finished asking, they stayed in Xiaolin to go busy with their own affairs, and the people of the Blood Knife Gate gathered together and talked in a low voice.

Qian Wanjin glanced at them and ignored them, Xiao Lin didn't know what Chen Yunzhao had come to last night, and he didn't plan to tell Xiao Lin.

Although everyone in the Blood Knife Sect finished eating, they had no intention of leaving, and beckoned Xiao Lin to bring some appetizers and eat them leisurely.

Every time they came down from the inn, they would look up, and one after another people came down from the upper floor, until the end of the hour, and one of the rooms on the second floor of the inn had never been opened.

"Who's in that room?"

"It's a hero, he's very strange. Xiao Lin looked at the room number of the guest room pointed to by the Blood Knife Door, and searched for relevant memories in his memory, "He should have come before closing yesterday, and he was injured when he came." ”

"You say he's hurt?"

"Yes, yes!"

Xiao Lin didn't know what he had said wrong, but the people of the Blood Knife Sect did stand up with unkind faces.

I saw them walking towards the second floor with two knives in their hands, and they were stunned by many guest officers who lived in the hotel, as well as people who had breakfast.

"Heroes, stay here!" Qian Wanjin's fat body stepped on small steps, and hurriedly blocked in front of the staircase, "Heroes, the guests in that room are not easy to mess with, you better not disturb him." ”

"Do you know him?!"

"I don't know. ”

"If you don't know, get out of here!" the person in the snow knife gate pushed Qian Wanjin away with extreme impatience, and the latter sat on the stairs.

Everyone in the Blood Knife Gate went upstairs with a vigorous attitude, and went straight to the guest room that did not open the door.

In front of everyone's eyes, they saw that everyone from the Blood Knife Gate walked to the guest room, and the leader kicked out with his foot.

Hearing only a "bang", the wooden door of the guest room was kicked into sawdust by the man, scattered around.

"Chen Yi, you can't run away!"

The man who kicked the door entered the room first, and the people did not know who he met in the room, but they saw the man who had kicked the door flying upside down.

The blood mist pulled into a long "rainbow", and the man smashed the railing from the second floor and fell to the table on the first floor, and he smashed an intact table into sawdust.

The audience was silent, some people even forgot that their chopsticks were holding a piece of fatty and greasy meat on them, and some people were carrying the wine jar to pour wine into the cup, but because of the current scene, they forgot that the wine overflowed from the glass.

"Noise!" In the stunned eyes of everyone, a sloppy uncle walked out of the guest room with the door that had been kicked and broken.

Unkempt, you can smell a pungent smell of wine on his body from afar, if it weren't for the fact that his body was too dirty, everyone would wonder if he had soaked in the wine jar for a night.

It doesn't seem appropriate to say that it is a night, because if you only soak it for one night, it seems that you can't marinate it so deliciously.

The sloppy uncle just walked out with the wine jar in one hand, and a loud wine burp sounded, breaking the silent scene.

"Who are you?!" The disciple of the Blood Knife Sect was shocked and angry, it was really this person's superb strength, and the anger was that this person sent the disciple of the Blood Knife Sect out without saying a word.

This scene is very funny, obviously they brought people to kick the door, and now they ask who the people in the door are.

Many of the people in the rivers and lakes here have already recognized where the dozen or so blood-robed people came from, yes, they are from the famous Blood Knife Gate on the rivers and lakes.

Everyone saw the drunkard shake his body, and in an instant, he had already arrived in front of the disciple of the Blood Knife Sect who was questioning.

The rich and pungent smell of wine came to his face, and the questioning Blood Knife Sect disciple felt it most clearly, after all, this sloppy uncle was right in front of his eyes.

"You kicked my door, and now you ask me who I am, it's funny, it's funny!"

The sloppy uncle glanced at the disciple closely, and returned to the same place again at an incredible speed: "Could it be that the Blood Knife Gate has not been completed like this now?"

Listening to the tone of this drunkard, he should be a terrible person.

"Did any of you recognize this man?"

"Could it be Bacchus?"

"But didn't Bacchus die fifty years ago? and don't you think he's too young, and he looks like he's not yet fifty!"

Everyone present stared at the sloppy uncle, wondering who this drunkard was, and had their own guesses about his identity.

The strange thing is that in everyone's impression, none of the masters who have been involved with wine can match him.

How can a man who is nearly fifty years old, an alcoholic, and a martial artist, be an unknown person?

Someone must have been missing, but who could it be?

"Disturbed me drinking, you say, how to calculate this account?" The sloppy uncle carried the wine jar in his hand, took a big sip on his back, and selectively ignored the dozen people around him, as well as a dozen shiny knives.

The sloppy uncle's tone was very flat, as if he was chatting about family life, but everyone could feel the chill in his words, just like the cold winter wax moon, better than his predecessor.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, how about you and I take a step back?"

"I said you disturbed me drinking. ”

"What do you want to do, brother, if you want to drink, we'll just invite you to drink!"

"You know what? The thing I hate most in my life is the waster of wine, I remember how many years ago, there was a man who didn't know how to waste a drop of wine in front of me, and now his grave grass should be so high. ”

The sloppy uncle drunkenly compared a height, neither high nor low, just to the waist.

The people present shuddered, just because of a drop of wine, killed a person, is this person ......