When the water is overflowing, the extremes of things will be reversed. Everything has a bottom line, and when this bottom line is crossed, then everything changes, becomes uncontrollable, and out of control. Hatred is the same, when the hatred in a person's heart accumulates more, then the hatred is no longer hatred, maybe regardless of the reason, the mortal enemy that is about to break out is a lifetime of entanglement with you without me, with me without you.

The night, at last, could not be darker anymore, so quiet that it could not be quieter any longer, as if everything in heaven and earth had been hidden, and did not want to see the impending killing that was destined to be a river of blood. Tonight, there was no moon in the night sky, and it was pitch black all around, and it was so black that you could barely reach your fingers.

Wuxin stood at the door of the Juyuan Inn, breathing the trace of murder contained in the cold air, without a trace of waves in his heart, his heart was surprisingly calm at the moment, calm as if the world around him was still, as if he could feel the wind moving and the clouds floating.

Finally, Wuxin held the knife in his hand and slowly walked towards the inn, in the night wind, as if he could hear the blade crying, it seemed that he had begun to overlive for the undead.

The moment he pushed open the door, a strong murderous aura rushed out, as if he had waited for a long time and was finally opened, and the moment he opened the door, it indicated that the killing had begun.

Before Wuxin could take the second step, countless hidden weapons roared out of the darkness, shooting at Wuxin standing at the door from all directions.

Immediately after, I saw a sudden red light appear in the dark night! A dragon roar resounded in every corner of the inn, and the bloody knife was unsheathed!

The dazzling red light weaved into a blood-red barrier, and dozens of hidden weapons were all blocked out of the barrier, and there was a continuous sound of "clanging", and the hidden weapons fell to the ground weakly. The people of Red Feather rarely use hidden weapons, but now they seem to have made all the preparations they can do, and have come up with all the methods they can come up with, all for one purpose, and that is to live.

After cutting down dozens of hidden weapons one by one, Wuxin did not hesitate and continued to walk inside, each step he took forward, indicating that the people in the inn were one step closer to death, and this fear seemed to make the air condense, making people breathless.

Suddenly, someone finally couldn't bear the extremely suppressed fear in his heart, and rushed towards Wuxin, who was getting closer and closer, with the knife in his hand. Two people, two knives, slashed at Wuxin's body one left and one right, compared to hiding in the dark and enduring fear, it may seem easier to face death.

Wuxin didn't back down, didn't dodge, just filed his feet slightly, and the bloody knife swung out violently again! The sound of two iron weapons breaking sounded almost at the same time, and then two desperate screams rang out in every dark corner and into everyone's ears.

The killer's knife was broken, and the man fell heavily to the ground, his frightened eyes open, swallowing the last trace of regret in his life, and he didn't even have time to struggle. Two people, two knives, facing one person and one knife, but they are as fragile as moths to a fire.

There was no longer calm in the inn, and there was a heavy wheezing sound all around, and the slight sound of footsteps moving, which sounded a little disorganized and panicked. The entire inn was instantly enveloped in a strong aura of death, and no one could avoid it.

At this moment, a torch suddenly lit up by the window of the corridor on the second floor of the inn, followed by two, three... Thirteen branches, instantly illuminating the entire inn. Then I saw more than a dozen black-clothed killers armed with big knives scattered in all corners of the inn, looking around in panic, with a frightened face, not knowing what was happening.

At this time, the night seemed to be less dark, and all the people saw each other, and saw the weapon in each other's hands that could also send people to hell.

And next to the thirteen dazzling torches, there appeared thirteen people wrapped in black, revealing only a pair of eyes, each holding a long black and narrow knife in their hands, like a waiter beside the god of death, which made people mistakenly think that they were already in hell.

Without a single order, without looking at each other, they suddenly pulled out the long knife in their hands and jumped down, rushing towards the nearest enemy without hesitation. More than a dozen panicked black-clothed killers were instantly surrounded by swords and swords, and there was no way out.

Wuxin didn't take another look at the black-clothed killers who couldn't be called opponents at all in his eyes, and walked straight to the second floor of the inn, he wanted to find the person he was really looking for, the person who was so ignorant that he dug his own grave.

Suddenly, a knife stabbed at the careless man who was about to walk up the stairs, accompanied by a desperate and hysterical cry.

As if he hadn't seen it, Wuxin continued to walk unhurriedly towards the stairs, without even blinking his eyes. It's not that he's not afraid of death, it's because he's confident enough.

Just when the killer's knife was almost touching the corner of Wuxin's clothes, it suddenly stopped in mid-air and could no longer move a single inch. Because a long, narrow and black knife had penetrated his chest in an instant. There was no screaming, no struggle, the killer had fallen, in a pool of blood, and he hadn't even had time to close his frightened eyes, which he couldn't keep open any longer.

Wuxin went up to the second floor and stood at the door of a guest room, as if he had expected that the person he was looking for would hide in this room for a long time, he took a deep breath and kicked the door open.

At the moment when the door opened, Wuxin's face that did not change like an iceberg finally showed a sneer, because he saw the person he was looking for, and he found the right one, as if he had a heart.

In the room, facing the bed at the door, there was a tall figure, with a strong figure and red hair, which was Lei Zhen, who was the number one on the Red Feather Killer List, but at this time, he looked a little helpless.

Seeing Wuxin appear at the door, Lei Zhen showed a wry smile on his face, as if there was still a trace of remorse between his eyebrows, and he said slowly: "After all, I still haven't been able to escape your pursuit, it seems that this is about to end." In his hand, he grasped the spear that had followed him for twenty years and had experienced countless battles, large and small, but at this time it didn't look so satisfying, because he knew that he was not an unintentional opponent at all, although he could come back to life.

"It's just that you shouldn't have thrown yourself into the net and let me find you so easily. Wuxin looked at Lei Zhen who was sitting on the edge of the bed and said lightly. The blood knife in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, and the torch outside the door was reflected on the blade, and the flames turned blood red, constantly swaying and trembling.

"It's me who is too careless, and I underestimate you too much. Lei Zhen shook his head and said, his face was full of remorse, the more panicked people are, the easier it is to do some unreasonable stupid things.

"No, you're too scared. Wuxin said lightly, and directly said the truth buried in Lei Zhen's heart that he didn't want to admit.

Hearing Wuxin's words, Lei Zhen frowned, his face was a little ugly, he gritted his teeth and said, "The matter has come to this, you don't have to be so quick here, let's do it." As he spoke, he slowly stood up and clenched the spear in his hand, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt a little shaky. Although the silver-faced mother-in-law brought him back to life, she couldn't let him return to normal in an instant.

Wuxin stared coldly at Lei Zhen's eyes, and said word by word: "I have to ask you a question before I start," he squinted his eyes as he spoke, and continued: "Who was the person who went to Plum Blossom Villa with you back then?" This is a question he has been struggling with but can't figure out, and it is also the reason that directly led to his father being killed by Red Feather, and finding that person solves all the puzzles.

Lei Zhen suddenly laughed, laughed very conceitedly, smiled very proudly, and then looked at Wuxin contemptuously and said: "You will never know, even if that person stands in front of you, you will not recognize him, it won't be long before you will be like your dead ghost father, trampled under my red feather, this is the end of going against red feather!"

Hearing Lei Zhen's words, Wuxin's face changed slightly, and a majestic murderous aura suddenly burst out, and suddenly rushed towards Lei Zhen like lightning, and the blood knife in his hand was raised high, slashing towards Lei Zhen's head!

Seeing Wuxin rushing towards him, Lei Zhen hurriedly suppressed his laughter, grabbed the spear with both hands, and used all the strength of his body to raise it desperately, facing the blood knife that fell on his head!

At the moment when the blood knife and the spear were about to intersect, Wuxin suddenly made a wrist, and the blood knife that was originally lightning like slashing at the top of Lei Zhen's head suddenly flipped upside down from top to bottom, and at the same time, his arm sank, and he pushed forward hard, and the blood knife that flipped a circle changed direction, stabbing directly into Lei Zhen's throat from bottom to top!

At this time, it was too late for Lei Zhen to change his moves, and he never dreamed that Wuxin would change his moves halfway, and the change was so weird. Immediately after that, he felt a tingling pain in his throat, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the blood knife had pierced his throat fiercely, passing through his throat!

It was too fast, everything happened too fast, and before he could react, it was all over, and he couldn't believe that he couldn't even make a move under the hands of Wuxin.

As the blood knife was pulled out, Lei Zhen's body fell backwards with a limp of the body, blood splattered in his throat, spraying all over the ground under his feet. However, the spear in his hand was too long, and it was directly stuck on the bed frame on both sides of the bed, and the body that had fallen backwards also stopped in mid-air, and it hung on the spear.

Perhaps because he was too afraid, he regarded the spear as his last straw, and held it so tightly that he didn't let go until he died, just hanging in the air and exhaling his last breath.

Lei Zhen died, the number one Red Feather Killer who was famous, and he died like this, died so easily, so powerlessly, it seemed that all his previous efforts seemed to be dying and struggling.

Wuxin looked at the enemy in front of him who was closely related to his father's death, there was no expression on his face, he didn't care if he knew the answer he wanted from Lei Zhen's mouth. He had just said that he was asking the last question, which could also be said to be giving Lei Zhen one last chance, but Lei Zhen still didn't say it, so there was no need for him to waste any more time.

What should come will come after all, as for who that person is, sooner or later he will know, he will meet, and he will fight-for-tat.

"It's all starting now, and it's really just beginning. Wuxin took one last look at Lei Zhen, who had lost his breath, and said to himself, then put the blood knife back into the sheath, turned around and walked outside.

Because the action just now was too big, he unintentionally touched his wound, and the blood flowed out again, although it was painful, but he didn't care. From this moment on, there is no longer only hatred between him and Red Feather, but with you without me, with me without you, he will not let go of any Red Feather again, no.

In the hall, the battle has also come to an end, and most of the black-clothed killers have died, leaving only a few who gave up resistance at the last moment and surrendered voluntarily, controlled by the "shadow". Seeing only one person walking out of the guest room, everyone understood what was happening. Several black-clothed killers looked at Wuxin in horror, their faces full of pleading, hoping that they could escape this sudden catastrophe that they didn't have time to accept.

Wuxin glanced at the black-clothed killers who were kneeling on the ground and were held by the "shadow" with knives, ignored them, and walked straight out of the inn, but said a word lightly: "Kill!"

As soon as the words fell, several long knives were swung down suddenly, without the slightest drag of mud and water, and then they saw the few remaining black-clothed killers fall to the ground, and together with their masters, jump into this "grave" they had chosen themselves.

The night is still very dark, the black is boundless, but in the dark night, there is a brightly lit inn, standing quietly in the dark, it seems a little lonely, and what is even more lonely is the desolate corpse that fell in the inn, after the fire fades, they will stay in this darkness forever, and they will never be able to live forever, which is the curse left by the god of death......