A window, a garment, three incense sticks.

Looking out the window, it's really unspeakably weird.

However, it is so obvious that it does not get anyone's attention at all.

The window seemed to have been forgotten, and it was facing the dark night, lonely with a lonely candlelight.

The room was dim and cold, as if there was no one.

A star of light, swaying in the wind.

The blind man sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a cup in one hand and a jar in the other, and drank quietly.

A door away, there was no sound in the room, but outside the room was a completely different situation.

I didn't expect this restaurant to be not only lively during the day, but also at night, the sound of noisy and shouting, like the bird market as lively, although there is no gong and drum, but the sound of ding ding dong has never been broken, it is so noisy that people can't sleep.

The blind man's eyes do not see, nor his ears seem to hear. As in the daytime, no matter how noisy the people outside were, it seemed that it had nothing to do with him, he just sat in his own place, slowly sipping wine and enjoying the peace.

"Woooo

A series of knife draws.

"Oooo

The sound of a group of people running downstairs.

Soon there was the sound of "clanging", followed by the innkeeper and the boys' persuasion and crying, and then the sound of the tenants watching the excitement.

Even if you don't have to see it with your own eyes, you know that there is a lot of activity going on downstairs, and you don't know what's going on.

A group of people fought for a while downstairs, and then chased them down to the street to continue fighting.

The sound of the sword came through the window.

The blind man still didn't hear, he just felt that the wind coming in through the window had changed.

Blood.

The wind smelled of blood.

Does blood smell good?

Obviously it smells bad.

The blind man couldn't see, he couldn't hear, but his nose could smell, so he began to frown.

Although the place is small, there are really not a lot of people gathered in the past two days, and all of them are tourists from all over the world. These quacks are obviously different from the blind people, they are people who like to watch the excitement, maybe they just find it boring to sleep in their room, and they feel that there needs to be an interesting time for them to pass the time.

So, soon, the entire door of the inn was blocked by onlookers.

The shopkeeper had already hid upstairs with a pale face, no matter how the shopkeeper called him, he just didn't go downstairs.

The shopkeeper was so angry that he was about to jump, but he didn't dare to jump, because his courage was even smaller than that of the shopkeeper, he lay directly on the bottom of the counter, scolding, crying, and heartache.

The shopkeeper and the shopkeeper are just ordinary people, of course, they have never seen the sword and sword, and they have been frightened by what is happening now.

Jianghu people are like this, they fight wherever they go, there are disputes everywhere, and there are swords all the time. Someone wields a knife, someone gets hurt.

This was not an uncommon thing, but it attracted all the people who lived here.

The few officials who came from the imperial city were naturally also interested in this sudden dispute between the rivers and lakes, and a few people ran out wrapped in quilts.

Two gangs of people fighting.

There are only three people on the side with fewer people, wielding the Yanling waist knife, with three silver lights, ruthless and vicious, and the move is dangerous. The technique is strange, and the clothes are strange, at first glance, it looks like it is from a foreign territory.

On the other side, there were seventeen or eighteen people, dressed differently, with different weapons, and even people with different skills and skills, who shouted fiercely, but their skills were not very good, and it was obviously a gang organization composed of a rabble.

For a small gang, few people care. Most people care about people in fancy clothes, and many people have already seen who they are.

Lu Yiping frowned and asked curiously, "Big brother, who are these people with braids?"

He had never seen a person dressed like this, obviously a man, but with his hair combed into many small braids hanging down his back, he looked indescribably strange.

The most strange thing is the number of martial arts of those three people, which is really weird.

Even a stupid person like Lu Yiping has noticed this.

These pigtailed men are very vicious, and almost all of them kill people. It was only a moment, and the air could already ask about the bloody breath that could not be shaken.

The strength of the two sides is simply a one-sided trend, and it can be said that the side with more people is simply dying and struggling, and has no power to resist.

Zhang Qing pondered something and did not answer Lu Yiping's question.

Who are these people?

Tian Xiushu stomped his feet and said nervously: "Xuanhei embroidered dragon suit, Yanling silver waist knife, and silver bell bracelet, if my guess is right, these people should be the legendary killers who haunt the Western Desert, the Guyue people." ”

Lu Yiping didn't know what a Guyue person was, he hadn't even heard of it. But as soon as he heard the word "killer", he could immediately understand that these people were rumored killers who specialized in killing people as a profession.

He had taken two steps back in fear, and he was not even afraid to continue witnessing the carnage that was taking place in front of him.

What kind of people are the Guyue people?

In fact, very few people can really understand these aliens, and everyone's impression of these aliens is two words: assassination.

It is rumored that these killers live in the Western Desert region all year round, haunt without a shadow, and their methods are vicious and ruthless, and they never leave a living mouth for killing. Whenever I receive an assassination mission, I often slaughter them all and cut them down to the roots.

This kind of person who engages in assassination activities has always come and gone without a trace, in and out of the invisible way, acting in a low-key manner, and rarely showing up in front of people, but how could he fight with a group of rabble on such an occasion this time?

With such a rabble, is it worth paying for a killer to execute them?

Obviously, no one would do that, because you never need to use a knife to kill a chicken. If you want to get rid of those dozen people, you don't need to invite three Guyue people at all.

Since it's not doing things for people, how can the Guyue people appear here?

Actually, it's not a hard thing to guess.

The timing of the appearance of the Guyue people, combined with the recent events, presumably the reason why the three of them appeared here must be related to Bai Luoshang, and the action with these rabble must also have something to do with Bai Luoshang. If it is about the whereabouts of Bai Luoshang, then it is not surprising that it caused such a big dispute.

If this piece of news was in the hands of the Guyue people, few people in the rivers and lakes would know about it, and even if anyone knew, they wouldn't dare to rashly do anything with them.

And in the current situation, it is clear that the news is in the hands of this rabble.

Here, most people undoubtedly want to get this news, so everyone goes out and watches, some can't help it, and they are ready to move.

In the eyes of these people, all the news about Bai Luoshang has become like a treasure map, everyone wants to be possessed by themselves, and they don't want anyone else to get this treasure map.

Of course, not everyone wants the news that is not sure if it really exists, just like the blind man upstairs, he didn't go out, but even if he did, he couldn't see anything.

In addition to the blind man, there was another person who didn't seem to be interested in Bai Luosheng's news either.

In the surging crowd, a man with a burden soon squeezed into the door of the inn, and although it was a little difficult to move an inch, he resolutely went upstream.

Everyone else squeezed out, but he squeezed into the door against the back, even if he was pushed out by the crowd twice, he still stubbornly walked into the door. No one notices him, and even if someone does, they don't care about him.

By the time he finally squeezed through the door, his forehead was already sweating.

He first looked back at the crowd, then looked down at his shoes that had been trampled on, and he couldn't help frowning when he saw a layer of mud being stepped on them.

He had only changed into these shoes this morning, and the newly ordered shoes, although there were no new tricks, they cost a lot of money. Twenty taels of silver were custom-made, and he was trampled on like this, if he didn't feel heartache, no one would believe it at all.

He pulled out a handkerchief, crouched down, and carefully wiped the upper of his shoes, but no matter how much he wiped it, he could not get the stains and marks off it.

After staring at his shoes for a long time, he looked back at the crowd angrily and glared fiercely, but unfortunately no one paid attention to him at all, because everyone only looked outside.

What's so nice about killing someone?

The man swallowed.

Although he was heartbroken about his new shoes, and although his loss was great, he was soon relieved. Because he found someone who was even more sad than him, and this person had a greater loss than he had.

This person is the owner of the inn.

The situation inside the door can be described as a mess, almost all the tables, chairs and benches have been smashed, and the cups and bowls have been smashed a lot.

The innkeeper lay under the counter, crying and shivering, probably frightened by the fight that was taking place.

The people of the rivers and lakes fight, even if the case is reported, the government will not come forward to take care of it, because it can't be managed at all, and it doesn't dare to take care of it.

Most of the people living here are still people sent by the prince of the oak in the imperial city of Xingdu, because the magistrates dare not care about this kind of affairs in the rivers and lakes.

The shopkeeper was lying on the ground, his mood was indescribably uncomfortable, indescribably sad, he held his chest, as if the heart of his chest had been pulled out of life and died.

I did make a lot of money in the past two days, but now that I have been smashed like this, I have basically lost all of it.

Looking at the grief on the shopkeeper's face, the man suddenly felt that it was not a particularly unfortunate thing for his shoes to be dirty.