After the old man left, the innkeeper was still immersed in settling accounts, and Wu Shuang continued to drink, and the guests inside also came and went from time to time. The night outside the door was getting thicker and thicker, and the cold wind outside began to blow at some point. The lantern hanging from the eaves of the inn was like a bird tied, constantly struggling and swaying back and forth.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and the innkeeper raised his head again at the sound of the sound, but this time his expression was not as overjoyed as before. Instead, he hurried out the door with an anxious look on his face.

At this time, Wu Shuang heard the innkeeper eagerly ask the group of people outside the door: "How is it, what is the result." ”

"What else, I'm dead!" replied without thinking.

"Buried there?"

"Old place, poplar forest. ”

"Hey, I don't know what these people think. The shopkeeper had stepped into the threshold of the inn, and as if he was worried that the people outside the door would follow him, he quickly turned back and said, "Wait outside, I'll go get the money now." ”

The shopkeeper went straight to the counter, and he opened the drawer, went inside, and counted the slots carefully, and then went out of the door with one of them in his hand, and said to one of them, "Six, here are thirty dollars." ”

"I can't trust you!" said the man whom he called the sixth son, "and whatever is to be said in the future." ”

"Hard, hard. ”

"Thank you! Shopkeeper Tong, then we will take our leave. ”

"Good walk, good walk. ”

After a while, the shopkeeper Tong walked in with a smile on his face.

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked like a coachman sitting in the guest seat near the counter asked him: "Shopkeeper, the person you just talked about, but the swordsman from Huashan yesterday?"

"If it's not him, who else will there be!" said the shopkeeper Tong with a sigh.

"How many times is he this month?"

The shopkeeper Tong had an unspeakable expression, and stretched out an eight-digit gesture composed of thumb, index finger, and middle finger to the other party.

When the other party saw this, he sighed deeply and said, "What's wrong with these people? In order to fight for these meaningless false names, I can't take my life, I really can't figure it out!"

Shopkeeper Tong had nothing to say, he just shook his head and sighed.

At this time, Wu Shuang had already drunk three catties of Lao Baigan, and there were only a few slices left of the two catties of beef, but there was still half a pancake left.

Seeing that he was already full of wine and food, the shopkeeper Tong walked over with a pleasant face, greeted him and said, "Guest officer, do you want to add more wine and rice?"

Wu Shuang shook his head and said gently, "Enough!"

"Do you want to go to Lion Camel Ridge now, or will you leave early tomorrow morning?" asked the shopkeeper Tong again.

"Early tomorrow morning. ”

"Would you like a room?"

"Yes," Wu Shuang said, "it's better to take a hot shower!"

"Rest assured, it's all there. ”

"What time will the guest officer leave tomorrow morning?"

"Leave on time!"

At this time, the shopkeeper Tong looked at him with that very obvious gaze and tone, and asked: "The guest officer will leave quite early tomorrow morning, and I will ask the cook to prepare a meal for you in advance; is there anything else you need to explain in particular?" He accentuated the tone of the word "special" in order to further attract the attention of the other party; in fact, his last question was purely good. Because, all the swordsmen who go to the Lion Camel Ridge will also deliberately explain to the innkeeper what will happen after the accident before they set off.

But they heard Wu Shuang say politely: "Thank you, shopkeeper Tong, I don't have anything special to explain." ”

"That's the best!"

After a while, a guy came to inform Wu Shuang that the guest room and bath water had been arranged.

Wu Shuang nodded with satisfaction, he carried the black-sheathed long sword and an ochre-colored hand-tied baggage, and followed the innkeeper out of the back door by the counter.

After seeing him leave, the middle-aged man who looked like a coachman finally couldn't help but shake his head at the shopkeeper Tong and said, "Another young man who doesn't know the height of the sky!"

"Yes!" shopkeeper Tong sighed deeply and said, "Seeing that the young people who are alive and well are gone, the iron man will also be cold!"

"Alas, this is called wanting to die, and the gods can't save it. ”

After taking a hot bath, Wu Shuang already felt very sleepy, and he fell asleep after lying on the bed for a while.

Suddenly there was a thunderstorm, accompanied by a howl of the wind, and in a dark wood, it seemed like it was in the Lujiang River, and it seemed like it was in some completely strange place. With the light of lightning, he saw seven grim-looking men, dressed in black and armed with sharp swords, as if they were from hell, and they came to him. At this time, one of the middle-aged men with a horse-faced face and short beard smiled at him and said, "Why don't you wash your neck quickly, so that I can use my sword!"

"Hurry up, hurry up!" the other six men also urged menacingly.

Wu Shuang was terrified, at that moment he didn't even have the courage to run away, he seemed to feel that he was powerless to resist, he didn't seem to think of a better way than to do what they said.

So he fell to his knees timidly, and immediately the seven men looked at each other with satisfaction and laughed, and said, "Well, that's like a word!" and so saying they raised their swords and walked over to him with a sad smile.

At this moment, a powerful voice behind him, shouting: "Son, stand up, pick up your sword, and drive this group of demons away!" Wu Shuang turned around and saw his father standing a few steps behind him, he was shouting to him in the heavy rain.

At this moment, a flash of lightning and a chilling sword light shot at his father at the same time, and his father's eyebrows were stabbed by the sharp sword in the hand of one of the black-clothed men with thin eyes and long hair, and his father immediately fell in a pool of blood.

Seeing this, Wu Shuang was even more frightened, and then he heard the black-clothed man with a horse-faced and short beard say loudly: "You see, this is the end of resistance." ”

"Yes!" Suddenly, Wu Shuang heard Master Niu Fen's high-pitched voice in the air and said, "Then I'm going to let you seven-headed demons see how powerful I am today." ”

He shouted to Wu Shuang, who was kneeling on the ground: "Child, how can you give in to the devil! Quickly pick up your sword and declare war on the devil!"

Wushuang was suddenly startled, he resolutely raised his head, grabbed the long sword on the ground with all his might, and charged angrily at the seven terrible wicked people, and suddenly, the sword light shone, his body was like lightning, and the thunder sounded everywhere, and the seven demons fell under his sword one after another.

There was another burst of thunder, and Wu Shuang woke up suddenly, only to find that it was all his own dream.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Wu Shuang sat up vigilantly from the bed and asked, "Who?"

"Guest officer, your breakfast has been arranged!" Wu Shuang heard it, and it was the guy who brought him to the guest room last night.

At this time, Wu Shuang found that the horizon outside the window had dawned.