New Times Inn

    The swordsman felt that he needed to find a place to rest, even if it was just a sip of hot soup.

    He could feel a strong drowsiness, but if he really fell asleep like this, I am afraid he will never wake up again.

    So the swordsman struggled to walk forward, and then accidentally broke into a quiet alley.

      Open the door.

    Feng Qing shivered while watching the horror game guide in the inn. It stands to reason that she should not be so scared, but the place she traveled through was beautiful, with insects and birds outside. Yelling, coupled with the sound of the pattering rain, it seemed that the surroundings were extraordinarily deep.

    She was shivering and was about to pick up a bag of potato chips when she suddenly heard the door being pushed open.

    Feng Qing was taken aback.

    She was sitting at a guest table, there was a big window, it was very nice to hear the sound of rain, although there was a screen in front of it, people who just came in could not see it, but Feng Qing There was a pile of snacks on the table, and she hurriedly packed the things into a drawer on the side.

    When cleaning up, Feng Qing subconsciously said the words that he had said for three years, "Please, this guest, may I ask... Do you still live in the hotel?"

    This is the standard reception word during training at Hengdian Inn.

    After she finished speaking with her muscular habit, she threw the last bottle of Coke into the drawer, and then went around the screen.

    Standing at the door was a man who was almost wet, and the ground was soaked by the rain dripping from him.

    "Wow...it's so miserable." This person was poured like a chicken, and Feng Qing couldn't see what he looked like. Anyway, she felt pity.

    "Boss, is there any hot water?" said the soaked man.

    "Yes." Feng Qing invited this guest to sit in without saying a word. She didn't intend to open the business, but the guest in front of her was really miserable. "Come in and sit here."

    "No...I just need a cup of hot water."

    The swordsman did not want to cause any trouble to others, but he smelled the strange fragrance of flowers and had some doubts in his heart.

    This fragrance...not like sandalwood, nor a pure fruity fragrance, it is mixed with a very complex floral fragrance, and even smells a very light and very light smell from it of medicinal fragrance.

    The swordsman once fought with people from the Tang Sect. They are best at using poison. The poison of the Tang Sect is similar to this smell. The unknown pungent floral fragrance is accompanied by a faint medicinal fragrance. , long and enchanting, as if wanting to be entangled in people's bones, but this fragrance is somewhat different from the poison of Tangmen. The poison of Tangmen can make people drowsy, but the smell makes people Not so nasty.

    The swordsman at this moment is like a bird frightened. He thought he was just entering an ordinary inn to ask for a sip of hot water, but he did not expect that he had just entered the inn and met him Such a weird thing.

    Porcelain white small blue-and-white jar, red sealing paper, although the seal is very strong, but the sharp nose of the swordsman who has saved him several times still smells the fragrance emanating from the bottle .

    Two words written on the red cover.

    The Six Gods.

    The swordsman's heart sank.

    What fragrance...can afford this name.

    The name of an ordinary incense... How could it be named Liushen?

    He fled for three days and three nights, just looking for a place to drink hot water, now it seems that he is not a self-inflicted trap, right?

    "Hey...why does this guest rummage through other people's things without their permission?" Feng Qing was boiling water with an electric kettle in the back kitchen, and on the way turned on the wisdom of life, and habitually watched Looking at the camera installed in the lobby of the inn, I suddenly found that the guest who had just entered the door was holding a bottle of Liushen Flower Dew in his hand, looking at it seriously.

    This toilet water was taken out at night because she thought there were too many mosquitoes, and she threw it in the cabinet by the door.

    Feng Qing was very worried that this guest would find something wrong, so she looked at the screen nervously, but after a while, she saw the guest quietly put the toilet water bottle back.

    …isn’t this a little bit of a surprise reaction? Feng Qing thought in surprise.

    hs...it seems that she overestimated the reaction of ancient people to plastic products, also, ancient materials were scarce, some ordinary people did not know a word in their entire lives, expecting them to see plastic products and then It may also be impossible to suddenly realize that this is a great invention spanning thousands of years.

    Feng Qing suddenly relaxed.

    What are you doing, I knew why she was so nervous.

    She took the freshly boiled hot water, poured a thick soup, and walked out slowly.

    The swordsman listened to the footsteps coming from the back kitchen. The footsteps were very vain, and it didn't sound like someone who had practiced martial arts at all. But he still involuntarily collapsed his body, ready to take out the knife at any time.

    "Drink some hot soup, pork bone soup." Feng Qing put the bowl on the table and didn't notice what the swordsman was doing. In fact, even if she noticed, she couldn't see it This is what it looks like when it comes out.

    The swordsman's eyes were fixed on the bowl of soup.

    The clear soup base and the strong aroma, this pork bone soup just smells, and the swordsman knows that it must have been stewed for a long time.

    "It's not a good thing either. Now I'm the only one in the inn. I can take whatever I have." Feng Qing said.

    The swordsman listened to the voice of the man, glanced at the bowl of pork bone soup that she described as "not a good thing", and was silent for a long time, and finally said, " thanks."

    It's not a good soup... I'm afraid the soup is good, but something bad is added to it.

    But look at this shopkeeper's posture...

    Looks like this bowl of soup...I drink it today, and I drink it if I don't.

    There was a strong killing intent in the heart of the swordsman.

    Since there is no way out today, he must also fight for life and death here.

    After watching Feng Qing turn his head, he finally pulled out the knife slowly.

    …

    Ah, yes.

    Feng Qing looked at the table where the guest was about to sit and remembered something.

    She walked over calmly from the swordsman's side, and took out a box from the cabinet next to him.

    Here I want to explain - Feng Qing's eyes are not bad, but her vision is easily obstructed.

    She has always insisted that her iron bangs will not affect her sight to resist all those who try to attack her iron bangs, but everyone can see that her iron bangs It definitely affects the line of sight.

    The moment she bowed her head, the long bangs made her not see what the people next to her were doing, so Feng Qing calmly took the box when the swordsman drew his sword I took it out and threw it on the table next to it.

    Feng Qing's store is generally not used for filming, it is a tourist attraction, but the street outside the door and the store next to it are often filmed by film crews. These people occasionally leave some film crews for convenience. The shooting props were in the inn. Feng Qing remembered that a prop left by the crew last week was thrown here.

    A knife.

    It is not big, the blade is unopened, and the blade is also soft, afraid of cutting the actor, the handle is made of aluminum shell, with a circle of large gems on it.

    The crew that came here to shoot recently is probably the legendary third-rate crew. When Feng Qing had nothing to do, he watched them filming while eating melon seeds. Anyway, it was probably because you loved me and I loved him , He doesn't love dog blood dramas like me. This knife looks extremely plastic, and it is the hero's treasure knife. In the play, it is set that God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha. Ancient artifact.

    Feng Qing sometimes looks at this knife and thinks that you are embarrassed. Knowing that you are poor, at least you can clean up the protagonist to a high point...

    This guest has the habit of rummaging through things, just in case, Feng Qing thinks it's best to take the box away.

    The moment the box was taken out, the swordsman's eyes stared at it.

    The box was black with hardly any decoration on it.

    But for some reason, the moment the package was taken out, the swordsman's eyes seemed to be sucked by the box.

    A thought suddenly popped into his mind at that moment.

    —there's a scary thing in that box.

    The swordsman obviously didn't know what was inside, and he couldn't even guess what it looked like, but at that moment, he felt that the killing intent in his heart was forced back.

      Fighting intent.

    "What sound? Where did the alarm switch sound?" Feng Qing thought strangely.

    She took the box off the table and asked casually, "Are you going to stay tonight?"

    "What?" The swordsman was still disturbed by what he just said, and he didn't hear what the shopkeeper next to him told him.

    That kind of killing...

    Almost all the power gathered, the swordsman began to imagine the appearance of the treasured sword in the box, I am afraid that just holding it in his hand will make ordinary people feel trembling.

    Such a senior with a knife has never heard of the name, why does it appear here...

    The swordsman thought that the shopkeeper was here to kill him, but now he is suddenly unsure.

    If he is not injured, then he will naturally have high fighting spirit in the face of a senior who can control such a murderous weapon, but now he is at the end of the shot, and such a person will kill him with almost no effort.

    She...why do you need to talk so much with him?

    …

    Yes, there is indeed a "heavy rain" tonight.

    The swordsman thought.

    This senior told him that...what does it mean?

      "

    The swordsman understood the meaning of the shopkeeper's words.

    He froze there suddenly.