The dog skin plaster sounds like a sneering word, but for the enemy, it is a compliment in disguise. In the rivers and lakes, the stronger the person seems to often offend more people, and the more enemies there are, there are always people who want to kill you, maybe for revenge, maybe just to become famous in a fight, and people continue to come one after another, following you like a dog's skin plaster, and the ghost will not go away.

The teahouse owner was already happy, because the caravan had asked for too much tea and snacks, and he had not met such a generous guest for a long time, and he seemed to have forgotten to greet the guests at the other tables.

From the sporadic conversations between the people in the caravan, it can be heard that they are coming from the pass, and it is impossible to tell what they are doing. But in the eyes of the unintentional, these people don't seem to be real caravans, except for the bright spot on the car that seems to be the reflection of weapons, there is also an irrationality.

The streets were full of people, and there was a constant flow of people, but it was not normal for their two wagons full of goods to be left unattended, unless the goods were worthless, or they didn't care so much about the goods. A caravan that doesn't care about the goods, only knows how to fill the stomach, and it seems that there are weapons hidden in the car, how to look at it is suspicious.

Time passed minute by minute, and the guests in the teahouse had changed several times, but only two tables of guests never left, and they had been sitting in their seats, just Wuxin and the caravan.

The owner of the teahouse, who was originally smiling, was not happy at this time, and he couldn't laugh anymore, because the people in the caravan had eaten and drunk enough, and they didn't want anything, but there were too many of them, and they occupied the seats, and other guests couldn't get in if they wanted to, but he couldn't drive them away, and he didn't dare, so he began to be a hundred unwilling in his heart, although the money paid by the caravan just now was worth the silver he earned in half a month, but no businessman would be disgusted with too much money.

Wuxin stayed on purpose, he wanted to see what the people of the caravan were going to do, whether they were coming at him, and the seats they chose were the two tables near the door, one left and one right, just blocking the door.

Wuxin never left, and neither did the people of the caravan, seeing that the sun was about to set, but they didn't seem to be in a hurry to sell the goods on the car. Now, Wuxin can already conclude that this group of people is here for himself, but he can't see through the other party's origin.

"Boss, come on. Wuxin looked at the teahouse owner who was standing by the fire in a daze, and said lightly.

Hearing someone call him, the boss came back to his senses, slowly walked to Wuxin's side, and opened his mouth to ask, "Guest officer, what are your orders?" The expression on his face had long since lost his enthusiasm, and he became a little sullen and listless.

"Is there a better inn here?" Wuxin asked lightly as he looked at the teahouse owner's sad face, his voice so low that he could barely hear what he was saying.

The teahouse owner frowned, obviously didn't hear what Wuxin said just now, and asked suspiciously, "What did you say?" said and put his ear to Wuxin, with a trace of doubt on his face.

Wuxin beckoned, motioned to the boss to lean his ear, and then whispered a few words in the boss's ear, and then saw that the owner of the teahouse hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly began to smile again, nodded and walked out, as if he didn't even care about the business of the teahouse, you must know that he didn't care about any guys here.

Someone in the caravan was obviously curious, looked at the teahouse owner who had gone out, and then looked back at Wuxin who was sitting in the corner, apparently guessing what Wuxin had said to the boss. But when this person looked at Wuxin, he found that Wuxin was also staring at him, so he couldn't help but raise his eyelids, nodded at Wuxin with a smile, and then turned around and continued to chat with his companion without saying a word.

Wuxin didn't care too much, and began to continue to drink tea with his head down, but the corners of his mouth showed a subtle sneer.

After a long time, the owner of the teahouse had not returned, and some people in the caravan had begun to sit still, and kept looking out of the door, with a solemn expression, as if they were guessing where the boss had gone, and what he had said to him.

At this moment, someone suddenly exclaimed in the street, and the pedestrians began to dodge, bypassing the door of the teahouse, because the two carriages parked at the door suddenly caught fire, and because the goods were covered with some weeds, the fire spread at once, and in an instant the whole carriage was set on fire, and the two horses on the carriage immediately panicked, and kept jumping and neighing on the ground, and they were about to break away.

The sudden occurrence of this scene stunned the group of caravans sitting in the teahouse, only to see that they finally cared about the carriage that had been hanging out of the door for most of the day, and they all stood up and rushed out, some people controlled the panicked horses, and some people looked for water to start extinguishing the fire, and they were busy for a while.

Fortunately, the fire only ignited the weeds covering the car, and the body was intact and not yet burning, so the fire was quickly extinguished, and several shops on the street were probably worried about affecting themselves, so they also helped extinguish the fire. A false alarm ended, but when the caravan turned back to the teahouse, they found that the person who had been sitting in the corner was gone.

Looking at the empty teahouse, the people of the caravan seemed to understand something at once, the owner of the teahouse had not returned for a long time, and then the carriage caught fire, and now the people who had talked to the owner of the teahouse did not know where to go, and they seemed to have suddenly realized in an instant. They glanced at each other and hurriedly drove the two carriages away. In one of the cars, the weeds had burned out, and the weapons caught between the goods were revealed.

At this time, Wuxin was already in an inn, and he slipped out of the chaos while the caravan was busy putting out the fire. It was all in his plan, from the departure of the teahouse owner, to the fire of the carriage, to the departure of the opportunity, it was so seamless that no one noticed, and by the time the fake caravan reacted, it was too late.

At that time, he was nominally asking the teahouse owner about the inn, but in fact, he secretly told the teahouse owner that he was a secret agent in the army, and the people in the caravan were traitors, so he asked the teahouse owner to leave on the grounds of chasing the rebels, and told the boss to secretly set the carriage on fire after half an hour, and then hide, and not to go back for two days.

The teahouse owner readily agreed, whether he believed it or not, and finally did as Wuxin instructed, because Wuxin secretly stuffed him with enough attractive chips, silver.

I wasn't sure who the caravan was dressed up in, they didn't look like people from Fengyue Valley, nine times out of ten they were killers sent by Red Feather, but I didn't expect them to chase them to the border pass. Originally, he had no intention of sneaking into the Yanmen Mansion tonight to find out the situation, but now it seems that it is not the time, if he does not solve those hidden killers, he can't go rashly, in case that group of people comes out again at a critical moment, it is likely to bring unnecessary trouble to himself.

Night soon fell, and the originally noisy streets were quiet, and the number of pedestrians gradually decreased. Under the dim moonlight, more than a dozen people in black suits kept shuttling between the alleys and the inns and restaurants on the street by the night, as if they were looking for something. Like ghosts in the dark night, haunted by ghosts.

The night had gradually deepened, and the lights in the town had gradually decreased, and the vision was getting more and more blurred, but a dozen men in black were still shuttling through the streets, and it seemed that the person they were looking for had not yet been found. They had searched almost all the restaurants and inns in the town, but they still found nothing.

More than a dozen people finally gathered in a dark alley to discuss the next countermeasures, and everyone had a feeling of being toyed with, and an assassination that had been planned for a long time ended in an unexpected error, which was beyond everyone's expectations. These dozen people were the caravan that rested in the teahouse during the day.

As they were discussing each other, one of them frowned sharply, quickly turned around, and looked behind him, a hint of danger lingering in his heart.

As he turned, he saw a man standing in the darkness deep in the alley, a thin, black-cloaked man, pale and holding a knife that almost blended with the darkness. Seeing this person, his eyes instantly widened.

There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it, and the person who suddenly appears in front of them is the person they have been looking for, the young man they met in the teahouse during the day.

That's right, this person who suddenly appeared was unintentional.

Just after the man found that Wuxin had suddenly appeared, the other companions soon found Wuxin standing in the shadows, and quickly pulled out the weapon in his hand in surprise and stood opposite Wuxin, with a hideous face. Sure enough, they came for the sake of unintentionality.

"Are you looking for me?" Wuxin slowly walked out of the shadows and walked towards the dozen or so people, the moonlight shining on his body, reflecting a long shadow.

More than a dozen black-clothed people didn't talk, and they all looked at Wuxin vigilantly, ready to shoot at any time. They had heard more than once about the terrible young man in front of them, but the order needed to be carried out after all, so they still came hard, but none of them dared to take it lightly. It's just that what they didn't expect was that the identity they came up with in every possible way to cover up their identity would be seen through by the enemy at a glance.

Unintentionally looked at the black-clothed people who were like facing a great enemy, and couldn't help but show a sneer, he really began to admire Red Feather a little bit for these killers who went one after another, except for the seven masters, it seems that there is really no one who can handle it, and he always sends some shrimp soldiers and crabs to deal with him in the future, I don't know if they are really no one or too many people.

"Do it, I don't want to waste too much time on you. Wuxin coldly looked at the black-clothed killer in front of him, but no one dared to step forward, and said lightly, in his eyes, this is just an episode that is not taken seriously.

Just as Wuxin's voice fell, I saw more than a dozen black-clothed killers suddenly rushing up at the same time, waving the weapons in their hands, looking quite imposing, maybe others would have been intimidated by this momentum for a long time, but today they encountered not others, but Bloody Knife Wuxin. I don't know if they thought about this self-evident question before they came, maybe they came with a determination to die.

Unintentionally motionless, he looked coldly at the enemy who rushed up, without a trace of expression on his face, and without any intention of making a move, he just watched without blinking. Watching as one of the closest enemies stabbed him in the chest, not only did he not intend to fight back, but he didn't even seem to have the slightest intention of dodging.

A trace of surprise flashed on the killer's face when he saw Wuxin's indifferent appearance, he didn't know what Wuxin wanted to do, did he want to be arrested? Why did he not move at all until now, or was it because he was too confident in his own strength? He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't need to figure it out. Because someone has already made a move.

Just as the killer was momentarily stunned, the figure that was refracted on the ground suddenly split into two and turned into two figures!

Without warning, it was unexpected by all. Then I saw a stream of blood spurting out of the killer's neck, and his body slowly collapsed to the ground, his throat had been pierced in an instant, and a bright hole was left in his neck.

The rest of the black-clad killers all stopped suddenly, their faces terrified and unable to believe their eyes.

Wuxin doesn't know the art of doppelganger, let alone the magic of demons, it's not him who shoots, but the "shadow" that has been hiding behind him, cold.

At the moment when the killer fell, more than a dozen black-clothed men dressed in black, wearing masks, and holding long knives suddenly appeared at both ends of the alley, blocking the retreat of the black-clothed killer.

In the dark of the night, twenty or thirty men in black stood in the same alley, blending in with the night, and it seemed that they could hardly distinguish friend from foe......