The cause of cultivating immortals is on my shoulders, and my junior sister is the leader.

Chapter 15 Assassination
"It's really not us!"

The two men almost knelt down with red eyes, and their voices rose a little excitedly.

They are still in their prime and don’t want to die yet!

Song Qinghe and Song Qinghe stood upright, with no trace of fear on their faces. The only panic was because...

I'm afraid I'll have to sleep on the street tonight!

"Shopkeeper Liu, it's really not us. We are all from the town. You can't be so heartless!"

The two eldest brothers played the emotional card, but what he didn't understand was where the outsiders could get so much emotion.

"There are so many customers living in my small shop. I can't risk the safety of others. You four should leave and find someone else to live in!"

Shopkeeper Liu Haizhu had a look of urgency on his face, and he wanted to drive these people away immediately.

Song Qinghe looked at each other, and the specific situation was still unknown.

"Um... I'd like to ask, what's the mystery behind these bloody footprints? Why do they all look so scared?"

Zi Yusheng couldn't help but ask, frowning and looking at the shopkeeper and the two elder brothers next to him with a confused look on his face.

Everyone's faces changed drastically when they heard this, and they hesitated to speak. They didn't dare to speak when they looked at the bloody footprints on the ground.

In the end, the two eldest brothers, who had the same problem, desperately told the reason.

"This is the ghost king coming to take out the heart. Every few days, the ghost king will come to choose a person's heart. At first no one paid attention, they just thought it was a prank... Later that night, he really had his heart dug out and died! There were people all over the floor. The blood keeps flowing!”

The man in gray began to tremble as he spoke. The man in black patted his shoulder and continued,

"Yes, I originally thought someone was up to something, but when the ghost king selected Aunt Zhang's son on East Street, many soldiers were guarding him, but no one saw anyone invading that day, but the next day...the next day Aunt Zhang's 12-year-old My youngest son... still had his heart ripped out and died!"

Everyone had expressions of horror on their faces as they listened.

It seems that the incident of the ghost king killing people and taking their hearts has been spread, and these people are very afraid of being selected.

Song Qinghe and Zi Yusheng looked at each other and felt that there was some mystery in it. Someone must be pretending to be a ghost!

"Four of you, go pack your bags and leave quickly! Just pity our small shops like us!"

The shopkeeper looked at the night getting darker outside and was so anxious that he almost cried, but he didn't dare to mess with the person chosen by the Ghost King!

"Shopkeeper Liu, since everyone knows that the ghost king has chosen one of us, if you kick us out, wouldn't you end up with a reputation of being a bully and afraid of the strong? Besides, we don't know who the ghost king has chosen. If he gets angry, he might They will kill innocent people indiscriminately and bring disaster upon you!

I think it would be better if you gather the four of us in a room. If something happens, we can all testify at the same time. Wouldn't it be great to let the Ghost King choose among the four of us? "

Song Qinghe's clear and powerful voice echoed through the lobby, and shopkeeper Liu Haizhu was also moved.

Leaning against the counter one meter away from the footprints, his eyes were full of hesitation.

He was just afraid that this disaster would affect his business, so he wanted to send the person away quickly!

"The four of you should go out and find another place. I'm just a commoner doing business, and I don't dare to provoke the Ghost King!"

Liu Haizhu glanced down and was frightened by the increasingly bright red footprints.

"But if we died outside, wouldn't we have smashed the sign of the Juyuan Inn? We have been arguing endlessly, and we are afraid that we will not be able to separate today. If things get too big, the Ghost King might be in a bad mood. , no one present can escape."

Song Qinghe's quiet voice seemed to have a bit of chill, and it unconsciously climbed up the spine of everyone, only to feel a chill.

As expected, shopkeeper Liu Haizhu was hesitant with sweat dripping from his face and dripping on his collar.

Everyone in the lobby was also frightened, and they were whispering and discussing fiercely, which invisibly added fuel to the deadlock.

"What she said is not unreasonable... Those who were squatting at the scene were unscathed, and Mrs. Zhang's 12-year-old son on Dongjie died so peacefully!"

"Ah? Is that true?" "Yes! It seems that the Ghost King only takes the chosen ones. The group of people who were squatting on guard did not see how the people died, otherwise they would have been silenced long ago!"

"Then, if we allow them to continue making trouble like this, those of us present may also be silenced!"

Song Qinghe didn't say a word and surrendered without fighting!

Everyone spoke to each other and relied on their full imagination to directly and invisibly speed up the progress of Song Qinghe's negotiations.

"In that case, I'll spare the trouble for the four of you to live in an adobe house in the backyard for one night. No one will disturb you and it's not easy to find. Living in the store will disturb other guests' rest. What do you think?"

When the situation reached a stalemate, the shopkeeper's wife, Shu Niang, opened the curtain and walked out from behind the counter.

A strong and powerful voice sounded, and everyone was quiet for a moment, and then nodded when the words fell.

"How to sleep in an adobe house!"

"Yes, Madam Shu, how can four people live together?"

The two eldest brothers were the first to speak. Looking at the expressions of reluctance to bargain on their faces, it seemed that they did not want to leave the large army.

But as soon as Shu Niang takes action, she will know whether there is one.

He looks like a family member behind the scenes, neither humble nor arrogant, and his gentle and gentle tone carries an unshakable determination.

"My guest, the backyard is my own house. It can accommodate the four of you. Besides, can the four guests really sleep?"

After speaking, the soft yet strong woman glanced pointedly at the pools of footprints on the ground that turned into blood.

The faces of the two eldest brothers immediately turned red, their eyes full of embarrassment and reluctance.

He shifted his gaze and looked directly at them. He could only place all his hopes on Song Qinghe and the others next door. To put it bluntly, he hoped that the other party would die quickly so that he could live safely.

"Don't look at us. Of course we have no objection. As long as there is a place to sleep, I don't mind."

Song Qinghe and his two eldest brothers looked at each other with sad and pleading eyes, and then spread their hands innocently.

So it was confirmed that the four of them took their luggage and moved into the shabby guest room in the backyard, as if the thatched house that had been abandoned for several years had been reused.

On a dark and windy night, the gong rang three times at midnight, and the night outside was thick.

The four of them were lying on the stiff adobe stone slab, none of them sleepy except...Song Qinghe!

God knows she has been traveling all day, and now she just wants to have a good sleep.

At this moment, when the candles were extinguished, a sudden strong wind blew outside the window and slapped the fragile windows one after another, making bursts of sound.

Suddenly, he felt subtle footsteps approaching, and the cold and ruthless sword energy was attacking somewhere in the darkness.

"what!"

The man in gray screamed and groped in the dark not knowing what was going on.

"what!"

There was also a horrified cry from the man in black.

Four people slept alone in four corners, but they didn't expect that they were ambushed on both sides!

"who is it?"

Zi Yusheng seemed to sense the villain based on the cold air from the sword's edge, and sat up in the darkness with a wary face.

(End of this chapter)