When the first dagger cut the throat of the first person, Ji Hualian turned over from the bed, and after distinguishing the sound from downstairs, his brain exploded with a "boom", and when he grabbed the long sword and put on the inner lining, he hid behind the door and listened carefully to the movement outside the door. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and blood came from downstairs, and there seemed to be the sound of blood gushing out, and the door of the opposite room was pushed open forcefully, and Master Chunzhi was also alarmed.

"Who is it?"

In just a moment, Ji Hualian guessed more than ten possibilities, and finally thought that someone attacked Sikong Lone and his party at night, not himself and Master Chunzhi.

"Could it be them? Impossible, this is Jiang Ning, how dare they do this?"

When guessing who did it, Ji Hualian fell into deep doubts, with all the information in his hands, almost all the enemies would not choose to attack at this time.

"Could it be a bureau set up by Sikong Gu? If it is really Sikong Gu, then it is not difficult to speculate about the incident in Yangzhou, but is he so stupid? The last time it was Li Zhou, but this time it was himself?"

After keeping the last one in his heart, Ji Hualian also pushed the door open, but saw Sikong Gu holding a lantern in the corridor.

"Something happened. ”

Unconsciously, there was a trace of uneasiness in Ji Hualian's voice, and when the words fell, there were bursts of fighting sounds downstairs, which woke up Ji Hualian and made him understand that he had lost his temper. However, Sikong Gu didn't seem to notice Ji Hualian's gaffe at all, nodded, and seemed to agree with Ji Hualian's judgment, and then rushed to the first floor with a long sword and lantern.

Ji Hualian only noticed when Sikong Gu turned around that Sikong Gu's upper body was ****, his hair was scattered, and no matter how he looked at it, he just heard the abnormal noise. The muscles are exposed in the faint firelight, this is a muscle that is particularly obvious because of thinness, although Ji Hualian's six senses are not much stronger than ordinary people, but they are better than the deep internal strength, plus they have cultivated the two major sects of Kunlun and Shaolin in one body, so with the six senses that are not outstanding, they can still see the scars on Sikong Gujing's thin body in this faint firelight. These scars made Ji Hualian, who was praised by his father for his composure when he was a child, stunned.

"It's not a scar like a wattle, it's a sharp weapon, but it stands to reason ......"

In just a moment, Sikong Gu disappeared, but Ji Hualian also stopped, and when he came back to his senses, Sikong Gu had already disappeared in front of him.

"This is also a ploy?"

But when Ji Hualian was suspicious and hurried to the staircase, there were only a few thick gasps left in the lobby.

"Isn't it Sikong Gu, is it really them?"

Before Ji Hualian could think deeply, the lantern that fell on the ground had already been lit, and the bamboo strips and paper yarn were lit by the candle flame that had been overturned on the ground.

The firelight reflected the pools of blood that were still flowing on the ground, and Ji Hualian seemed to be able to feel their heat, but there was no half of the corpse on the ground. Blood flowed from the tables, or more precisely, from the bodies that had fallen on the tables. A few hours ago, Ji Hualian was still drinking with them here, although it was just a show, but seeing that the person who was still talking and laughing with him died here in an instant, Ji Hualian was still a little melancholy in his heart.

Ji Hualian has not seen dead people, when he pacified those cottages in Shuzhong, the lives under his hands were more than three times more than that of everyone in this inn. But he didn't know those wicked people and thieves, and he held the two banners of "justice" and "truth" in his hands.

However, although these people can't be said to be good people, most of them have not been traitors, and they probably haven't touched the lives of good people, so they still talk and laugh with themselves......

Ji Hualian slowly walked down the stairs, looking at the scene in the lobby, his mouth opened unconsciously, and the throat was astringent.

"Amitabha. ”

Chunzhi clasped his hands together, and a pair of bare feet stepped in the crimson blood water, as if he was standing in a red lotus.

"It's been calculated. ”

This wry smile is one of the three types that Sikong Gu has practiced, and in the process of practicing, it is used to express the unwillingness after miscalculation, and there is a little bit of anger in it, which is specially added to him by Mr. Wu when he taught him to make this expression.

In short, such an expression looks more real, but in fact, Ji Hualian's mind is confused at this time, where can he be distracted to pay attention to whether Sikong Gu's expression is real?

Ji Hualian's voice trembled a little: "Who is it?"

"Ran away. Sikong Gu's voice is relatively relaxed, although these people, including Dongfang Ling, who has been with him for more than 20 days, and a few heroes who defected to him two days ago, don't dare to say that they have a deep friendship, at least they can be regarded as nodding friends, right? However, Sikong Gu will never be sad for these people.

Through the fire that had gradually decreased, Ji Hualian noticed that the door of this inn was already open.

In the lobby on the first floor, blood is dripping on the ground, is there still a few ticks, I guess there are still people who have not shed blood, right?

"Why didn't they sneak attack Meng Yuan?"

If it was ordinary, Ji Hualian would never ask this sentence at this time, but after all, he was still not sophisticated enough, and because he knew Mr. Wu's identity, he really didn't dare to trust Sikong Gu too much, so he asked this question. The implication is: Is this a play you made?

"I thought it was last night, but I was defenseless tonight, why, my bottom, haven't you figured it out yet?"

Sikong Gu's words were a little more cold, and in Ji Hualian's ears, he thought that Sikong Gu was slightly angry.

"Good, Ji Xiaoyou, those black-clothed thieves have good kung fu, and the old man just fought with them, although they are one against three, they can't stand at all. Thinking that this group of thieves came more than a dozen, all of them were very good at night fighting, thanks to the help of these two donors, and the help of the Sikong donors, they were forced to retreat. Come to think of it, they really have nothing to do with Sikong Xiaoyou. ”

Master Chunzhi's eyes were slightly closed at this time, although he was speaking to Ji Hualian, he was facing no one and nowhere to go.

This is not a boast, Chunzhi is in the twelfth place in the Who's Who, although he is not one of the top ten masters, but he also wants to go not far, if it is one against three under ordinary circumstances, the three of them must at least be in the Who's Who to protect themselves. There are more than a dozen masters who can enter the Who's Who Directory under Sikong Lone's hand? There are more than ten masters who are good at night fighting? Among the information obtained by Ji Hualian, there should be only three people left in Wu Qingshan's line of "Eight Wonders", and it is not surprising that the three guys who stand behind Sikong Lone and have more or less blood stains on their bodies.

"It must not be the three of them who besiege Chunzhi, and the more than ten people in black may not all be strong in martial arts, but they are just ...... The three of them have assisted Chun Zhi to retreat from the enemy, where are so many masters emerging under Sikong's lonely hands?"

The lantern has been completely turned to ashes, but the moon is still obscured by dark clouds, and it is about ugly time, right?

"Really...... They?"

After Ji Hualian talked with Sikong Gu, he thought that the whole picture of Jiangning's first game was roughly in his hands, but who knew that there was a change in his elbow......

"Wait, they really came here to sneak attack? Then if they don't kill Sikong Gu, they will be a complete failure, these Jianghu people should be just little minions in their eyes, right?"

Ji Hualian's eyes moved, but he saw that Sikong had already walked to the side of the lobby with the lamp.

The iron box stretched open like a large mouth, apparently destroyed, and what should have been full of gold bars was gone.