Shamanism kills the god

buzzing...

A few flies have been flying around on the table. . Reach out to drive them away at a faster speed. The palm of your hand can even directly pat their bodies and sweep them aside.But not long after, these nasty little guys buzzed over again.

Mu Feng drove away the flies that landed on the peanut plate, pretended not to know anything, but secretly became more nervous, trying his best to develop his spiritual sense to detect the expressions and movements of everyone in the inn.

The waiter who came to the shop bowed his head and bent over. Not only did he have a clear Jianshui Gang logo on his wrist, but also, like the other Jianshui Gang members he saw along the way, he was unknown, his identity was very ordinary, and he had no power in his body. Fluctuation is completely an ordinary person.Obviously, it is unlikely to be the killer lurking in the inn.

So, where does the fierce murderous intent come from, and who is the real cold-blooded killer who hides deep?

Mu Feng, who had calmed down just now, couldn't help beating his heart faster again, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

From the eyes of others, he remained calm and seemed to be slowly savoring the food on the table, but Jing Wushuang, who was sitting opposite, quickly noticed the abnormality.He didn't scream nervously, nor panicked. After being slightly shocked, he calmed down, pretending to feed Mu Feng, and sat down beside him quietly.

When she met a real master, she knew that with her own strength, she couldn't help at all.Being calm, not panicking, not running around is the greatest help to Mu Feng!

No matter when, no matter what kind of enemy she faces, as long as she can lean on Mu Feng's side, she will feel extremely safe.

"Two guest officers, please use the good snow camellia tea slowly!"

The waiter secretly nodded to Mu Feng, and put two bowls of hot tea on the table.

This shabby inn was so shabby that it didn't even have teacups. There were only two large porcelain bowls for tea, with a few gaps on the edges. Not to mention drinking tea, but it is good for quenching the thirst of travellers.The tea bowl is not very good, but the camellia in the bowl smells very fragrant.

It's not that the camellia is so good, but the water used to boil the tea is different. It comes from the snow water on the mountain, which is extraordinarily clean.Even though it is boiled hot, there is still a coolness of the snow mountain in the mouth when drinking.

"Thank you!"

Mu Feng made a pun, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to pick up the steaming camellia, just about to take a sip.When the porcelain bowl came to his mouth, he stopped suddenly, and his eyes flashed coldly.

Not far away, the mysterious black-clothed woman poked forward with the chopsticks in her hand, and caught two flies at once.The speed of the shot is secretly shocking.What was even more shocking was that the two flies caught by the chopsticks were still fluttering and buzzing non-stop.It's just being caught by the chopsticks, and the body is not damaged at all. It can be seen that the strength of the chopsticks is controlled ingeniously!

"In the barren mountains and wild mountains, where are there so many flies, they can't be chased away! Er, give me another pair of chopsticks!"

The woman in black let go of her chopsticks and let the two flies fly away.

The voice is pleasant, the figure is slim, and he doesn't look very old. Somehow he came here alone.

fly?

Mu Feng frowned. Hearing what the woman in black said, he found that there were indeed a lot of flies in the inn.After rushing back and forth, there were still many flies flying around the food on the table.Especially the fragrant peanut dish attracted many flies.Blowing on the hot tea in the bowl, just about to take a sip, he stopped suddenly, his pupils constricted.

I saw a fly flying over the mouth of the bowl, but nothing unusual was seen, and the body suddenly fell down without warning.The body fell on the table, convulsed for a moment and then remained motionless.

It's just a dead fly. Ordinary travelers who come from a long way, travel and dusty, tired and hungry, who would notice so much?

A seemingly insignificant incident suddenly aroused Mu Feng's vigilance.

Is the camellia in the bowl poisonous?

Startled, Mu Feng put the steaming camellia on the table and observed it carefully.

Soon, another fly flew over, not only hovered over the mouth of the bowl, but also landed on the mouth of the bowl, stopped, and then spread its wings away.Until it flew more than ten steps away, there was still a slight buzzing sound, there was nothing unusual, and there was no sign of poisoning.

"Strange, could it be that I am suspicious?"

Mu Feng frowned, and slowly stretched out his middle finger to probe into the tea bowl, just about to test himself to see if it was poisonous, when another fly flew over.Before getting close, after inhaling a mouthful of mist steamed from the tea bowl, his body sank and quickly fell down.Like the first fly, it struggled for a while and then became motionless.

It is indeed poisonous!

Mu Feng's expression changed, and he pressed the long sword hanging from his waist.

But before he could draw out the sharp long sword, the waiter who had been bending over suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out a sharp dagger.Instead of rushing towards Mu Feng, he stretched out his hand to strangle Jing Wushuang's throat, pressing the sharp dagger against her throat, "Don't come here, or I'll kill her!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, the waiter quickly took Jing Wushuang, who had relapsed from his old injury, as a hostage, and retreated slowly towards the door, trying to get out completely.

"You are not the waiter here, nor are you a member of the Jianshui Gang. Master Blind sent you here?"

Mu Feng's face was cold, and he stood up slowly.

Along the way, he escaped death and experienced countless dangers.Unexpectedly, this time I still missed it.

There is no power fluctuation in the body, and the logo of the Jianshui Gang is engraved on the wrist. This waiter, who should not be a killer at the very least, is actually a cold-blooded killer who hides deep in his heart!

"Quack quack quack, amazing! A generation of Jianning scholar, it is not simple, no wonder people call Mufu Killing God!"

The waiter in the shop giggled, his voice was hoarse, completely different from before.After revealing his identity, he simply removed all disguises, and tore off a thin piece of human skin from his face, revealing a sinister face, "In order to succeed, I, Xie Han, broke my veins and disguised myself as an ordinary shop waiter I have been waiting here for almost half a month. Unexpectedly, you finally saw through it!"

Xie Han, Xie Han, the famous murderer in southern Xinjiang?

In the inn, there was a sudden exclamation.

Xie Han, the poisonous hand, is not a killer, but to many people, he is more terrifying than a killer.The kung fu of poisoning is so proficient that even a master at the peak of the mortal realm is often poisoned to death before he sees his figure. He is called a poisonous hand, and everyone in southern Xinjiang can be said to have changed his face.

Such a terrifying big devil, who would have thought that he would break his veins and disguise himself as an ordinary shop waiter to lurk here?

After knowing the true identity of the waiter, not to mention Mu Feng, even the onlookers were shocked and their scalps went numb.Fortunately, Xie Han's target was not himself, otherwise, who would have escaped?

Everyone looked at Mu Feng indifferently, with a hint of admiration and fear, secretly guessing his identity one by one.

Xie Han, the poisonous hand, is extremely frightening. Wouldn't it be even more frightening for Mu Feng, who forced him to sever his own tendons and disguise himself as an ordinary person to get close, and finally fell short?

The mysterious black-clothed woman sitting on the far right couldn't help but look Mu Feng up and down a few times, quietly watching the changes.