Yun Feiyang looked stunned, stared at the short man, grabbed the man, twisted his clothes, and shouted: "Believe it or not, the master will send you to see the prince of Yama immediately?

After speaking, he vigorously pushed away the short man with a frightened face, and he was already so frightened that the three souls were gone, and he hurriedly squeezed out a reluctant smile, "Yes...... Wait, sir!" Then he staggered into the back room.

Yun Feiyang strode to a polished table of eight immortals, pulled over a stool, patted the dust on his body, and sat down. Untied the three swords he was carrying and placed them on the table.

Running all the way, he was indeed a little tired and hungry, he took care of the wine jug around his waist, "po" unscrewed the spout of the wine jug, raised his head and poured a sip of clear wine, smashed the bar a few times, the wine entered the stomach, a hot feeling, but it was able to wash away the fatigue of the body.

"Shopkeeper, are the food and drinks ready?" Yun Feiyang shouted to the back room, the short man had been in for a while, but there was still no movement. After waiting a little anxiously, Yun Feiyang shouted.

The inner room was quiet, there was no sound, Yun Feiyang listened carefully for a while, but there was still no movement, he raised his voice and shouted, "Shopkeeper, are the appetizers ready?" Hurry up, starve to death!"

The dead inn was surprisingly quiet, and Yun Feiyang wondered, could it be that he had scared the shop just now? He waited for a while, but still did not wait for the food and drinks.

Suddenly, he stood up vigilantly, his sword eyebrows sank, his nose twitched and sniffed, and he secretly screamed: "Bloody, not good!" He grabbed the three swords on the table, and the shadow rose quickly, and it had already landed at the door of the inner room, and the probe slightly lifted the curtain that covered the inner room, and looked inside, and suddenly the whole person was dumbfounded.

The blood was drenched red, the floor of the inner room was covered with blood, and the short man had a sword in his throat, and blood gushed out, his eyes were round, and his pupils were dilated.

If it weren't for Yun Feiyang, who was used to seeing dead people, he was afraid that he would be frightened by the scene in front of him. On the side of the short figure, the shy little lady also ended the same, with a sword wound as thin as a hair on her throat, her pupils were also dilated, and her death was extremely tragic.

Yun Fei raised his sword and frowned, who killed them? He took a cautious step and walked in. The room was all tightly closed, and there was really no gap.

The scene in front of him not only reminded Yun Feiyang that in the western suburbs of Luoyang City, in the courtyard of Huayue Tower, the night before the attack of the God Killing Tribe, the three slaves and four maids were all unconscious, but they also couldn't detect a trace. The man who let the Buddha do it come out of the ground, and then he gets into it through a crack in the ground, and he doesn't get into it, but he doesn't leave a trace.

The short man and the little lady could almost be said to have been killed silently under Yun Feiyang's nose. Even in the process of killing, there was not even a little sound. This is what makes Yun Feiyang feel afraid.

At the very least, this murderous martial arts is extremely strong, and he can even evade Yun Feiyang's keen hearing, so he quietly kills people, and then leaves quietly.

And there was no trace left, Yun Feiyang wondered, walked into the back room quickly, squatted down, and probed the short man's nose for a while, he didn't need to try it at all, he already knew that this man must be dead. But Yun Feiyang was a little unwilling to test it, and he had already lost a little breath. Then he tried the little lady's nose again, but there was still no possibility of life. He had no choice but to give up, stood up, and prepared to walk out of the back room.

"It's the dwarf and the red lady he killed!" a voice shouted, and then the sound of ping-pong banging was endless, and a large group of people were already crowded outside the inner room, these people seemed to emerge from the ground at once, silently, and the first of them, led by a man as thin as a monkey, broke into the inner room, pointed at Yun Feiyang and shouted.

The leader is a big man, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a beard, from the chin to the earrings, all of which are thick and dark beards, looking quite fierce and vicious, dragging a ghost-headed knife in his hand, more like an executioner on the execution ground.

After the cheeky man walked in, he glanced around at the two corpses lying on the ground, stared at him with bull's eyes at Yun Feiyang, and roared: "You killed them?"

Before Yun Feiyang could reply, the thin monkey man had already taken the lead and said, "That's right, it was this swordsman who killed them." ”

Yun Feiyang stared at the thin monkey man with a pair of sharp sword eyes, and said in a low voice: "Which eye did you see that the young master killed someone?"

"Hmph, it's you, I've seen it all. The thin monkey man pointed to the clouds.

Yun Feiyang exhaled slightly, "Did the master gouge out your eyeballs and fry the wine?"

"Where did the wild boy come from, dare to spread wild in the funeral flower set? I don't go to inquire about what kind of place the funeral flower set is. The cheeky man said with compassion, and slowly raised the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand.

Yun Feiyang paced towards the outside of the inner house, and the men who were surrounding him retreated one after another, and actually flashed out of a path, and when Yun Feiyang walked out of the inner room and was about to continue to walk out of the door of the inn, the big man roared again: "Stop, the funeral flower set is not what you say you will come, and you will leave?"

Yun Fei raised his head and didn't reply, but stopped for a while, and he didn't wait for the big man to finish speaking, he had already walked out of the door of the inn.

"Bring that girl to me. The cheeky man didn't care how Yun Feiyang reacted, but shouted at the onlookers.

Yun Feiyang was stunned, his eyes touched the empty open space of the funeral flower set, I don't know when, there was already a carriage and a few jujube red horses, he felt surprised, and a slightly immature shout behind him: "Brother Feiyang, save me!"

Yun Feiyang's heart sank, and he turned around, but saw the big man's ghost-headed knife on Xiao Xiang's neck, and said coldly: "Yun Feiyang, if you want to go, you can do it." So, the fate of this little girl ......"

"Despicable!" Yun Feiyang said in a low voice, and he had already stepped into the inn with an arrow step, his eyes like a torch, "Let her go." ”

"Let her go, but there are two conditions!" said the cheeky man word by word.

"On what terms?"

"One, hand over the Aoki Sword, the Fire Sword, and the Broken Water Sword in your hands; The cheeky man then glanced sideways at the middle of the room, "You killed the two of me, this matter will be counted later." (To be continued.) )