There are many times in the rivers and lakes that there are grievances and revenge, and when facing the enemy, you must not show mercy to your subordinates, and the kindness to the enemy is cruelty to yourself, and sooner or later you will let yourself die under your own mercy.

But many people believe in a truth, that is, the wives and children will not be harmed, and the innocent will not be harmed, because even the worst person wants to put on a good disguise for himself, but some people are not, because there is an old saying, it is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let one go.

After leaving the yamen without intention, he found a comfortable inn, asked for a cup of tea, sat in the room and closed the door, what he needs most now is quiet, calm down and sort out the thoughts in his heart, and see if he can sort out those doubts in his heart, or connect them together.

Because he always felt that there was a huge dark web hidden in the dark, slowly tightening from the four corners, eating away at everything that fell into this big net, and this feeling of always feeling trapped in a trap made him very uncomfortable, even a little irritable.

Wuxin sat at the table, looking at the pigeon coop in front of the window, frowning slightly. The pigeon in the cage was very quiet, nesting motionless in the corner, staring at Wuxin with flickering eyes, as if he wanted to say something to Wuxin, but he didn't know how to speak.

Of course, I don't know how to speak, because pigeons can't speak, and even their ability to deliver letters is trained year after year, but carrier pigeons are not parrots, they can never speak.

took a sip of tea, felt the faint bitter taste coming from the tip of his tongue, unintentionally slowly closed his eyes, thinking about everything he had experienced in the past few days, killing Murong Baili, breaking into Fengyue Valley alone, Pipeline Tea Shop, Guanyin Temple, Huaiyang City, Xia Haitang, Murong Xue, and of course, Ruyi.

Scenes flashed in my mind, as if they happened yesterday, but they were no longer the original trajectory, and changes were taking place almost every day, some changes were expected, but some changes were unexpected.

Among them, what is the relationship between Qinghammer Luan Sheng and Xianwangfu, and the group of red-clothed killers, whether they are the people of Red Feather, and the people of Fengyue Valley, why did they suddenly appear on the rivers and lakes blatantly, is it because they are ready to reappear in the rivers and lakes?

But what is the reason for their reappearance, or as I guessed, they have never been silent. There are too many questions, everything is like a mystery, and the whole head of the depressed unintentional is about to explode.

Slowly stood up, walked to the window, opened a window, the cold wind outside the window blew in instantly, I couldn't help but shiver, the cold winter wind seems to be very lonely, like myself, I am also looking for a warm place to live, blowing to all the places that can resolve the cold.

Looking at the gradually deserted streets outside the window, as well as those vague and lonely figures, I couldn't help but sigh. originally thought that this was just a war between himself and Red Feather, and when one side completely collapsed, then this war would be over.

But Wuxin never thought that all this was just the beginning, more and more people were involved, and more and more secrets surfaced, maybe all this was not as simple as he thought, and it was far from fighting alone.

If it was really just a one-man battle, then there would not be so many people involved, and there would not be so many people who died, maybe it was themselves who died, and they had already died in a dark corner, no one was sad, no one saw them off.

The sun had set, the night had fallen again, every house had lit candles, smoke had risen from the rooftops, and it was time for dinner. Another day has passed, and when the sun rises again, it will be a new day, but who knows what will greet them when they open their eyes tomorrow?

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the room, interrupting his unintentional thoughts and pulling him back into reality. Outside, the voice of the shopkeeper came from the second promise: "Guest officer, it's time for dinner." Wuxin suddenly felt that in fact, it was good to be such a little two, although he was unknown all his life, but he would never have the trouble of life and death.

"Come in. Wuxin replied lightly, and walked back to the table and sat down. Hearing the unintentional answer, the shopkeeper slowly pushed open the door and walked in, holding a tray in his hand, in which were placed a few plates of side dishes and a bowl of rice, although simple, but exquisite, it looked appetizing.

This is also the reason why Wuxin chose here, the uniqueness of this place is that it will prepare three meals a day for each guest, although the price is slightly more expensive than the average inn, but when you see this table of hearty meals, you will also feel that it is worth the money.

After putting the meals on the table one by one and placing them neatly, the shopkeeper said with a smile: "The guest officer is slow to use, if you have any orders, call me at any time." After saying that, he slowly retreated and gently closed the door.

Unintentionally looked at the shopkeeper who left, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, as if on the faces of these people, you can never see their sad faces, as if they will always be so enthusiastic and have no worries.

But Wuxin suddenly seemed to understand something. Maybe these people go back to their rooms, unload the fatigue of the day, every time in the dead of night, they will also feel the pain of life, in order to live tirelessly, they will also have troubles, there will be entanglements, but for the sake of life are all hidden in the bottom of their hearts.

Everyone has their own troubles and difficulties, but different people have different troubles. Life, like survival, is not as simple as eating and sleeping.

Thinking of this, the dark cloud in his heart gradually dispersed, no longer struggling like just now, and couldn't help but shake his head again and smile bitterly, before it was for the shopkeeper, and now it is for himself.

At this time, Wuxin glanced at the pigeon coop placed in front of the window, and seemed to suddenly remember something. So he took out a pen and paper, wrote a paragraph on it, went to the pigeon cage, took out the pigeon, tied the note to the pigeon's leg, then took an object from his bosom, handed it to the pigeon's nose, shook it, and threw it out of the window.

I saw the carrier pigeon flutter a few times, then spread its wings and fly high, circled twice above the inn, and flew away quickly in one direction, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Looking at the carrier pigeon that was getting farther and farther away, he sighed unintentionally, the expression on his face was much more relaxed, now he was no longer so entangled, no matter what would become of tomorrow, he would continue to follow the current trajectory and would not change, even if there were more enemies and conspiracies waiting for him in front of him.

Thinking of this, Wuxin closed the open window and returned to the table, ready to calm down and enjoy the food that he hadn't enjoyed for a long time.

In a gloomy alley, a man in a black power suit looked coldly at his feet in front of him, with a grim smile on the corner of his mouth. On the ground in front of him, a snow-white pigeon fell in a pool of blood, with a rolled-up piece of letter tied to its leg, which was now stained with blood.

The man in black walked over, bent down and picked up the dead pigeon, untied the bound letter from the pigeon's leg, and then threw the pigeon's corpse aside, and then slowly opened the letter.

I saw two lines of words written on the paper: Xianwang's Mansion is suspected of having something to do with Red Feather, and I hope to secretly watch out and find out the truth. Although there is no signature, and it is not stated who is receiving the letter, these two sentences alone are shocking enough.

When the man in black saw the contents of the letter, his face sank instantly, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he tore the letter to shreds and threw it into a puddle of stinky water on the side, and then strode out, with a murderous look in his eyes.

This person is none other than Qinghammer Luan Sheng, one of the seven masters of Red Feather, and the carrier pigeon that has lost his breath is the one that flew out of the inn where Wuxin lived. Probably didn't even think that the carrier pigeon he had just released had already been intercepted and killed halfway, and he didn't even have time to leave the town.

Wuxin looked at the empty plates in front of him, swallowed the last bite of food, and let out a long breath, he hadn't eaten so many things for a long time, even he was a little surprised, I don't know if it was because these meals were too much to his liking.

Wuxin shook his head, picked up the teacup with a smile, raised his head and drank it all, his body instantly felt a lot fuller, and his whole body was comfortable.

"Xiao Er!" Wuxin looked outside the door, raised his voice a little and shouted, wanting Xiao Er to take away the dishes and chopsticks, and stacked the dishes and dishes as he spoke.

In fact, he has been wandering the rivers and lakes for so long, and he generally eats simple refreshments in teahouses and tea shops, and rarely goes to restaurants and other places to eat, because he thinks that people can't eat too well, let alone eat too much, otherwise they will become lazy, become no longer able to endure hardship, and can no longer walk. People should be cruel to themselves.

It's been a long time, and the shopkeeper still hasn't appeared, and he can't help but have a trace of doubt, so he shouted again, and his voice raised again, but he still didn't respond for a long time.

Not only that, but Wuxin didn't notice it just now, not only is the shopkeeper no longer moving, but the entire inn sounds very quiet, and the silence is a little too unusual. Wuxin suddenly realized this, and couldn't help frowning, with a hint of foreboding in his heart.

At this moment, there was finally movement outside, although it was very light, but it couldn't escape Wuxin's ears, and it was outside Wuxin's door.

"Who?" asked Wuxin as he clenched the knife in his hand and looked coldly in the direction of the door.

After a moment of silence, the door was slowly opened, and a person walked in, a person wearing a black suit with a wicked smile, it was Qinghammer Luan Sheng.

When Wuxin saw Qinghammer Luan Sheng, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he never expected Luan Sheng to dare to come to the door in person, if it wasn't for Luan Sheng to invite enough helpers, he really didn't want to live.

When he thought of this, he didn't want to look at the few subordinates who came in behind Luan Sheng, who were the remaining red-clothed killers who had fled with Luan Sheng before.

But when he saw this, his eyes suddenly widened, because he saw through the door that had not yet been closed, and he saw a scene that made him gasp.

In those rooms opposite the heartless room, everyone fell to the ground, the dishes and chopsticks were scattered on the ground, and several red-clothed killers were patrolling room by room, and when they encountered a guest who had not yet lost their breath, they went over to make up for it, without a trace of mercy, as simple as killing a pig or a chicken.

Seeing this, he turned his head coldly and stared at Luan Sheng's eyes, and said without a trace of emotion: "What are you doing? What have you done?" clenched his teeth tightly as he spoke, and the anger in his eyes burned.

On the stairs of the corridor, there was a figure lying on his stomach, it was the little second who had just delivered food to Wuxin, no wonder he hadn't moved for a long time, it turned out that he had already been killed.

"Nothing, just trying to ease their pain. To tell you the truth, in order to kill you, I will do anything, even if I kill as many people, because I am really not sure which room you are in, so I poisoned the dinner in each room, and now I am just helping them end their lives as soon as possible and relieve the pain. Luan Sheng said indifferently, saying it very easily, as if killing people was easier and more casual for him than eating.

"Brute!" Unintentionally suddenly got up, and rushed towards Luan Sheng, who was only a table away from him, he was already completely angry, not because of Luan Sheng's smug face in front of him, but because of those strangers who had died in Huangquan because they were confused and unknown.

He also kills, but he never kills innocent people. He didn't expect Luan Sheng to be so cruel and so poisonous as a snake and scorpion.

Luan Sheng looked at it and was shocked, he didn't expect that the poison he had given in his heart could still move, and he hurriedly retreated quickly, but he crashed into the body of his own subordinates behind him, at this time it was too late to dodge, and in a hurry, he could only protect his arms in front of his chest, and he planned to force the unintentional attack hard......