The young man who had managed to squeeze through the door patted his sleeve, took one last look at his dirty shoes, and then walked towards the counter with his head held high.

The young man originally wanted to ask the shopkeeper for a room, but seeing him like this, he also saved his saliva and threw a bag of silver directly in front of the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper saw this fox-like man, dressed unusually gorgeously, and his eyes suddenly had some brilliance, and then he picked up the bag tremblingly.

There was at least fifty taels of silver in it.

The shopkeeper's eyes suddenly lit up, and that little bit of brilliance became a lot bigger, looking at the silver, and then at the young man, and said with a busy smile: "The son who booked the guest room yesterday?"

The young man wiped the sweat from his forehead with the handkerchief in his handkerchief, smiled and nodded, his eyes narrowed into two slits, like the eyes of a fox.

The shopkeeper immediately got up from the ground, clapped his hands, and said, "The guest room is still reserved for the son, just at Tianzi No. 1, I will take the son up." ”

The young man shook his head, smiled and walked upstairs.

There are three floors in the building, and there are more than ten rooms on each floor, but the young man walked directly into a guest room in the corner of the second floor.

As soon as the blind man's glass was put to his mouth, it was taken away.

"Why are you robbing my wine from this iron rooster?" asked the blind man with a smile, and his blind eyes seemed to have light.

"You blind man can't see anything, how do you know I robbed it?" the young man sat down at the table with his glass in his hand.

"You've finally admitted that you're an iron rooster. The blind man let out a long sigh.

"You've finally admitted that you're blind. The young man looked at the blind man, wiped his face with a handkerchief, and said with a smile: "I will say that you are blind." ”

The blind man pretended to be angry, and spread his hands and said, "Give me back the wine." ”

The young man not only did not return the cup to the blind man, but drank the sake in the cup in one gulp, and said with a smile on his face: "The wine jar is still in your hand, what does it matter if I want to drink a glass." ”

When the blind man heard this, his face became even more stinky, and he immediately frowned and said unhappily: "Even if it is a cup, I will not give you a drink." ”

The young man threw the handkerchief in his hand at the blind man, and said angrily, "Why don't you give me a drink?"

The handkerchief fell lightly on the blind man's shoulder, but the blind man didn't seem to feel anything at all, he hugged the jar, and said coldly: "Because you are an iron rooster, I never invite an iron rooster to drink my wine." ”

The face of the young man, known as the "Iron Rooster", changed and changed, probably because the blind man was angry that he did not give him face, and he was about to jump up in anger when he saw him.

The blind man spoke again, "Come and take away your dirty veil, it stinks, and I don't know what I just wiped." ”

The young man's face immediately turned pale, and his eyes widened like a pair of copper bells.

If someone were standing by and watching at this time, they must have thought that the young man would jump up and hit someone, but in fact he did do it, but the person who hit him was not the blind man sitting on the bed, but himself.

I saw him fanning his face with two hands, and I don't know if he was rushing something or wiping the dirt on his face.

The blind man hugged the wine jar and said with a straight face: "Don't fight, even if you break your face, you still can't wipe it clean." There's a basin of wash water over there, and although I've used it, if you don't mind, you can wash your face before you talk to me. ”

The young man glared at the blind man viciously, and then ran to the basin.

After the young man had washed his face, he sat back down, still feeling a little uncomfortable. He had just wiped his shoes with his own handkerchief, but soon he had forgotten it, so he actually wiped his face with the handkerchief that had been polished again.

It's uncomfortable to think about.

How could he wipe his face with a handkerchief that had been wiped on his shoes?

The thought of the thick layer of mud on his shoes made him feel his face start to itch, and he couldn't help but scratch it with his hands.

The blind man couldn't help but sigh, "I guess your iron rooster's memory is starting to get bad again." ”

The young man was embarrassed and said, "My memory has always been to divide things. ”

The blind man shook his head, "Then you shouldn't wipe your face with a handkerchief that has wiped your shoes." ”

The young man blushed and said, "How do you know that my handkerchief has polished my shoes?"

The blind man sighed, "With such a heavy earthy smell, I really can't think of anything else you can use it to wipe except shoes." ”

The young man couldn't help but sigh, he casually touched the wine glass on the table, and put it to his mouth without looking. When the wine glass reached his mouth, he remembered that he had already drunk all the wine in the glass.

With a wry smile, his memory is indeed not very good.

Looking at the wine jar in the blind man's arms, the young man smiled flatteringly twice, and said greedily: "Pour me another glass." ”

At this time, the fight downstairs was over.

The three waist knives in the hands of the ancient moon people have been sheathed.

One of them still carried the only man who was still panting in his hand, and this man's face was already dead, and all his companions were already in different places, and the bloody scene would be thrilling for anyone who saw it.

The Gu Yue man who was carrying the man looked at him coldly and said coldly, "Hand over the things." ”

That man is also hard-boned, even if he knew that he would die, he still stubbornly spat at the ancient moon people. Even if he was scared to death, he still stubbornly faced the cold gaze of the ancient moon people.

In the end, the two sides of the fight were all alive and dead.

The blood stained the night red, and also the cloud that covered the moon.

Blood-colored clouds.

The cold wind blew, and the blood clouds drifted slowly with the wind.

It would be nice if the bloody gas in the air could also drift away with this gust of wind, but unfortunately, the wind could not blow away the bloody gas in the air after all.

Such a brutal fight, except for the Jianghu guests who wandered the edge of life and death, civilians almost did not dare to watch.

The onlookers gradually dispersed, as if nothing had happened, and they had already taken care of the sword light and blood shadow, and such a scene could not deter them at all.

The three Ancients had also quietly left, starting their next assassination in the dark road.

The whole street suddenly became unusually quiet, so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard.

The young man paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, and only when he could not hear any noise outside at all, did he smile: "It seems to have stopped outside." ”

The blind man sat cross-legged on the bed, hugged the wine jar and said with a smile: "The disparity in strength is obvious. ”

The young man sighed and said, "It seems that there are too many people who have died. ”

The blind man laughed, but his tone was a little indifferent, "If they don't deserve to die, naturally someone will stand up and prevent them from being killed." ”

What he said was cold, but there was some truth in it.

Among the onlookers downstairs, there are also many so-called righteous people, many of them are highly skilled, if those who are killed are really innocent, then those righteous people will definitely stand up to rescue them.

However, in fact, from beginning to end, those people only stood aside, watching coldly, and no one made a move at all. It's not because no one here has beaten the Guyue people, but everyone feels that that group of people is not worthy of their rescue.

The young man sat down at the table in deep thought and wondered, "It seems that several of these people are criminals who have escaped from prison in various countries, and they all have bounty orders on them. ”

The blind man nodded, "That's why they deserve to die." ”

The young man sat down at the table again, puzzled, "If they deserve to die, why have they been rampant on the rivers and lakes for so long, and no one has ever asked?"

The blind man shook his head and smiled sarcastically: "No one cleaned them up, that's because they are still useful." Whether it is a good person or a bad person, as long as it is a useful person, he can live. ”

The young man's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "What do you mean by this, do you mean that these people are no longer useful now?"

The blind man continued to shake his head and smiled even more sarcastically: "It's not that they are useless, but now there are more and more people who are more useful than them. ”

The young man sighed, "Then again, it still means that they have become useless. ”

The blind man said coldly, "That's why they deserve to die, and it's more useful for them to die than to live." ”

The young man squinted at the blind man for a long time before he sighed again and pouted, "I didn't expect that the words that came out of the mouth of you, a blind man, would become so reasonable. ”

The blind man smiled triumphantly and raised his head triumphantly and took a sip of wine.

The smell of wine wafted out of the mouth of the altar, and the young man could not help swallowing his saliva, then walked to the bed with the cup in his hand, and said to the blind man, "Quickly pour me another glass." ”

The blind man smiled and poured the young man a glass of wine, and then told him, "This is the last one." ”

The young man complained, "You have a jar of wine, how about inviting me two more glasses?"

The blind man was stingy and said, "If it were someone else, I would be willing to share a whole jar of wine with me, but if it was replaced by your iron rooster, I would not even share half a cup with you." ”

The young man glared at the blind man heavily, thinking that sooner or later the blind man would become a more stingy person than him, and he never knew that this man would become so stingy at some point.

Raising his head and drinking the wine, the young man walked to the window, glanced downstairs, immediately frowned, and muttered in a low voice: "You say, if I find someone to move these dead fugitives to the yamen tomorrow, will I get those bounties?"

The blind man sneered: "Do you think that your name is Iron Rooster, and you are the most stingy person in the world? ”

The young man glared at the blind man dissatisfied, "Why can't you say a word that I like?"

The blind man licked his lips and smiled, "Because I don't need to please you at all." ”

The young man glanced out the window again, and walked back, putting down his glass and staring at the blind man for a long time. He may have had something else to ask, but he never said anything more, because there were some things he didn't need to say more.

A gust of wind swept in the bloody air from the window, and the oil lamp in the room went out.

The blind man suddenly opened his eyes, and in the darkness of the night, shining.