Behind the door hung a long sword, the dark brown scabbard, which looked even more eerie and gloomy in the night! The hilt was engraved with crow's feet, and there was no spike, and it looked abrupt and cold. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info At the moment when the door was pushed open, the dragon roared, tearing through the silence of the night, and also surprised Nanjian and Lu Yufeng, the deputy head of the Yellow Dragon Dart Bureau behind him!

The long sword was unsheathed and was already in the hands of Liu Haiwen, the innkeeper, and the light in his hand had been extinguished! To his surprise, the room was still very bright, and he could still see his gloomy and vicious face at the moment.

Because, when Nanjian and Lu Yufeng, the deputy head of the Huanglong Dart Bureau, stepped into this house, they were already prepared! The fire fold in the hands of the two of them had already lit up at the same time.

The sword light flashed like a ghost, facing the faint light of the fire fold, and a cold sword blade stabbed towards the throat of the southern sword like an evil poisonous snake. Fortunately, Nanjian had already taken precautions, and his evil sword was sheathed at the same time, with a bang!

Immediately after that, the three cold lights also burst out, shooting out towards the three fatal points of the innkeeper's Liu Haiwen's throat, eyebrows, and qi sea - this is, Lu Yufeng, the deputy head of the Huanglong Dart Bureau, with three hand-throwing arrows in his hand!

At this moment, everyone would think that Liu Haiwen, the innkeeper, would definitely die! But he did not die, but the evil sword attached to Nanjian flashed to the right, and just let Lu Yufeng, the deputy general manager of the Huanglong Dart Bureau, throw out the three hand-throwing arrows in his hand! The more thrilling situation is that the hair hanging down from his ears and temples was cut off by the blade in Nanjian's hand.

At this time, he couldn't care about cold sweat. He rolled on the ground, then flipped up and pounced, and then rushed towards the window facing the corridor! Immediately, Nanjian also rushed out.

And Lu Yufeng, the deputy head of the Huanglong Dart Bureau, of course didn't care about chasing him. Because, what he is bent on finding now is that wooden box! This wooden box is related to their reputation in the rivers and lakes.

If this wooden box was missing, he and the seven dart masters who escorted the darts this time would not want to live—because the person who dared to hand over such valuable dart goods to their dart board escort was a very difficult person.

When the fire fold in his hand shone under the bed - when Liu Haiwen, the shopkeeper of the inn just now, went out and opened the door for the two of them, he was already overjoyed when he gently pushed it into the wooden box under the bed with his heels! This wooden box was the wooden box under his arm that Wang Lei, the dart master who had just been killed with a sword in the aisle of the inn.

He hurriedly rushed over and dragged the wooden box out. However, when he was about to open the fastening of the box, he found that the fastener of the box had been twisted. He was shocked, and with a very worried look, he opened the wooden box!

This situation almost made him faint!

And although Nan Jian's movements were very fast at that time, when he followed Liu Haiwen, the innkeeper, out of the window, through the corridor, and came to the courtyard, he was still a step slower! Liu Haiwen, the innkeeper, had already fallen, and his throat was cut by a peerless knife, and the bloody arrow flew into the air on the spot and fell to the ground!

The comer, dressed in a black suit, with a black belt tied around his waist, and a pair of clogs under his feet. The whole person blended into the night, but his pale face and wooden expression became more and more prominent against the backdrop of the night and the black clothes on his body - he was the Oriental samurai Jiro Sato!

His knife was so fast, it only flickered in the darkness, and the throat of the innkeeper's Liu Haiwen broke, and the blood flew out, and his people fell to the ground, dying!

"Mr. Sato, why are you here?" asked Nanjian in surprise.

The other party looked at the eyes of the corpse that had fallen to the ground, raised it, and through the dim night, saw this man with a sword on his back—saw his familiar figure, heard his familiar voice! At that moment, Sato Jiro's white jade-like expression was also a little surprised.

"Mr. Nan, why are you here!"

"Who killed him!" Nan Jian's voice suddenly floated behind Lu Yufeng, the deputy head of the Yellow Dragon Dart Bureau, and he had already set the house on fire.

Under the light from the broken window, Lu Yufeng, the deputy head of the Huanglong Dart Bureau, saw a young man dressed in black, holding a katana, and his expression was as cold as iron in front of Nanjian. Then he jumped out of the broken window.

"Mr. Sato, why did you kill this person?" asked Nanjian as he looked at him. That look was only surprise, and there was no hint of blame.

"Does Mr. Nan know who he is?" asked Jiro Sato, pointing to the corpse on the ground.

"Isn't he Liu Haiwen from the innkeeper?" asked Nan Jian in surprise.

"His name is Liu Haiwen, and he is also the shopkeeper of this inn!" said Sato Jiro lightly, "But he also has an unknown name - Ghost Shadow Sword!"

"Ghost Shadow Sword!" Lu Yufeng, the deputy head of the Huanglong Dart Bureau, exclaimed when he heard this, "It turns out that for so many years, Liu Haiwen, the ghost shadow sword in Hedong, has been hiding in this inn in the remote mountains. ”

"Lu Darttou knows this person!" Nan Jian turned back to him in surprise.

Lu Yufeng nodded, "Yes, he is the most terrifying river and ocean thief in the Hedong area, and a few years ago, I heard that he offended the people of the Golden Rain Palace. Therefore, hiding everywhere, I never thought that he would hide here. ”

At this point, he suddenly realized something even more terrible! When he looked up with a pale complexion, Jiro Sato had already walked to the corner of the front inn.

"Nan Daxia, do you know this person?" he watched with a look of horror as Jiro Sato turned the corner of the house and disappeared into the night, before he withdrew his eyes and looked at Nanjian and said.

Nanjian nodded. "What!" he turned to him and asked, "Lu Darthead, have you found your things?"

"No, the box is empty!"

The two came to the innkeeper Liu Haiwen's room again, only to see that the box under the bed was still empty. "Nan Daxia, could it be that the contents of the box were taken by Liu Haiwen's accomplices of the Ghost Shadow Sword?" he asked Nan Jian.

Nan Jian was silent for a long time before he shook his head: "It stands to reason that an incognito person, when he does such a thing, he will not dare to form a group; ”

"What do you mean is that the contents were taken by another group of people?"

Nanjian didn't nod or shake his head. At this moment, his eyes were nailed, and the open window beside the bed, and the top of the window frame, were hung by a protruding rivet, and a strip of black cloth hung from it.

"What's that?" he asked, suddenly pointing to the small strip of cloth on the top of the window frame, hooked by rivets.

"A strip of black rag!"

"Who's going to hang a strip of cloth on that?"

"The one who ran out of the window in a hurry!"

"That's right. Nan Jian said with certainty, "Just now when we were talking to Liu Haiwen, the shopkeeper of the inn, we heard the sound of rustling here, it was this person who scratched his clothes, and the contents of this box must have been taken by him!"

"And who could he be?"