Space Farming: The Immortal Wife of the Rough Man

Chapter 171 The Prestige of Killing God
As if to verify the accuracy of the shopkeeper's judgment on the weather, not long after the three of them stayed, heavy snow began to fall, and it continued to fall from the afternoon until it was dark...

Looking at this posture, the guests at the inn knew that the road must be impossible.

The shopkeeper of the inn blossomed with a smile: That's it, these people can't run away, how much money do you want to spend here!
Some customers who were short of money began to find the shopkeeper in private, wanting a cheaper room so that they could last longer.

More than half of the customers started to live frugally and ask the price before ordering.

Qiao Chu and the others didn't care, but eating and drinking were easier than before.

No way, everyone calls you poor, but if you don't, it's easy to attract people's attention.

Then pretend for a while.

The next day, it snowed heavily for another day, and sure enough, no new guests came to the inn.

On the contrary, there were a few people who got up early and went out to try their luck, but came back in the afternoon, saying that they couldn’t go ahead at all, and if they didn’t come back, they would have to freeze to death on the road and had to turn around and turn back.

In the evening, the snow still did not stop, and the residents of the inn were familiar with each other, chatting with each other in the lobby of the inn, bragging and farting.

The shopkeeper then enthusiastically talked about the road closures caused by heavy snowfall over the years, saying that it is not good to say that such things are blocked by heavy snowfall.

If it snows all the time, luck is not very good, and there will be no access for a month or two.

There was a sudden commotion in the lobby, and someone asked: "Shopkeeper, then according to what you said, if the frontier people can't get through, we can't get through either?"

"That's for sure!" The shopkeeper was very confident in his judgment.

"No one can?"

"Of course not! Unless you don't want to die!"

"If you kill the god with a silver face, you won't be able to get through?" Someone began to argue.

"Then... I shouldn't be able to make it through." The shopkeeper hesitated for a while, but still insisted on his own judgment.

"Just talk nonsense! The silver-faced killer is so powerful, how could he not make it through?!" The man who said this was a big man with a beard, and it seemed that he came from the frontier.

"It's snowing so much, and the silver-faced killer can't fly, how did he come here?" The shopkeeper retorted plausibly.

Everyone agrees with this statement, so they all nodded.

"Who is the silver-faced killer?" The person who asked this question obviously just came from the mainland, and had never heard the story about the silver-faced killer.

"That silver-faced killing god? That's powerful! This man is nine feet tall, with big arms and a round waist. He wears a silver half-face mask on his face. He is facing the horse bandits outside the Great Wall, the nine-surnamed Tatars, and the Turkic army. It's as easy as chopping melons and vegetables..." Then the bearded man boasted.

The other one was very excited when he heard it, and immediately added: "I heard that he is the most capable fighter in the Xu family army! He is even stronger than General Xu!"

"How is it possible? The most powerful general in the Xu family's army must be the general of the Xu family. That silver-faced killer cannot possibly compare to the generals of the Xu family! The generals of the Xu family are all the most powerful..." This is Xu Guo Public supporters.

"Silver-faced killer is even more powerful!"

"The Xu family's general is even more powerful!"

"You are talking nonsense..."

So the customers in the store were divided into three factions, one group was at Xu Guogong's house, and the other group was at the Yinmian Killing God.

There is another school of onlookers: if I don’t talk, I will just watch you quarrel.

Qiao Chu and A Qiu and his wife looked at each other: the silver mask they said looked a bit like Chen Qingshan, but it was not Chen Qingshan who was nine feet tall and had big arms and round waist...

"It's as if you've all seen the Xu family's general and the silver-faced murderer." A solo guest who had been silent all this time suddenly snorted coldly.

The fans of the two factions fell silent for a moment, and then a fan of the Xu family stood up and pointed at the lone traveler and asked, "Have you seen the silver-faced killer and the general of the Xu family?"

The lone traveler sighed, and said in a deep voice, "I am a horse dealer. I walk this road all year round, and the shopkeepers recognize me. Do you know where the most horses we receive in the frontier come from?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay: who knows?
Someone who understood replied: "Aren't those the horses of the horse bandits that Xu Jiajun got from chopping firewood?"

"Yes, this is the largest source of horses, but do you know who has sold me the most horses and various trophies in the past six months?"

Everyone is silent.

The lone traveler asked himself and answered: "It is the silver-faced killer."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and dared not speak in front of those who had witnessed it.

"The Xu family army has rules. The good horses obtained from woodcutters are first selected and kept by the Xu family army, and the Xu family army counts the money for them; the less good horses are pulled out by the woodcutters to sell in the market. I am Collecting horses at the fair."

"Others chopping firewood, at most three or two at a time, you have to form a team, but the silver-faced killer is not, he always walks alone, the most one time, sent more than a dozen horses!"

"This is the rest after the Xu family's army has finished picking..." The lone traveler said this with admiration on his face.

"Hiss..." Someone gasped.

"This is too powerful! Then how much firewood did he chop that time?" the bearded man chased after him and asked.

"I'm also curious, so I asked after him. He said that more than forty people were killed, and they were not horse bandits, but Tatars with nine surnames!" After the lone traveler finished speaking, he didn't speak for a while.

After a short silence, everyone was in an uproar!
"One person killed more than forty Tatars with nine surnames? Is this too exaggerated?"

"Why don't people nickname the silver-faced killer?!"

"How is it possible? One person cuts more than forty people, even if they stand in a row and let him chop, his hands will be sore!"

"That's right, the Nine Surname Tatars are so powerful, that's not something that horse bandits can match..."

The lone traveler thought of the man with a simple and honest smile and fierce bargaining, but also had mixed feelings: "He is not nine feet tall, with big arms and round waist. He is indeed tall, but he does not have big arms and round waist. On the contrary, he has the arms of a wasp, straight as a pine... ...The dark silver mask, according to him, has a birthmark, and he needs to use the mask to block it..."

Everyone listened leisurely and fascinated.

Qiao Chu, A Qiu and his wife sat in the corner, and their expressions became more and more strange.

A Qiu couldn't help but asked Qiao Chu softly, "Is it Qingshan they are talking about?"

Qiao Chu also looked puzzled: "It seems to be...?"

However, the last few days when Chen Qingshan returned to the capital, he didn't hear Chen Qingshan talk about these things...

What a silver-faced killing god, it sounds so majestic!

"Isn't he too powerful? How much skill does he have? He has made such a big name?!" A Qiu was envious and shocked at the same time.

"I don't know much about it." Qiao Chu was ashamed: he knew as much as a horse dealer.

Everyone was already discussing, drinking and eating, chatting and farting, the lobby was bustling.

The moment the heavy windshield curtain was lifted, the cold air rushed in, everyone was stunned for a moment, and looked at the door in surprise.

A man in a fox fur cloak was brought in by the wind and snow at the door.

The man unbuttoned his cloak, put down his hood, and the dark silver mask on his face stunned everyone...

　The fifth shift is over, and tomorrow will still be the third shift.

　　Ask for tickets every day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)