No, on the afternoon of the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, a scream became the first drop of boiling oil to burst into the pot of muddy water.

At the same time as the screams, there was a burst of broken wooden windows and the sound of a person falling from a height to the ground.

Soon, another body appeared on the street in front of Ke Laixuan.

Pedestrians on the street quickly gathered in circles, watching from a certain distance, and talking in various directions.

Among the guests in the lobby... some immediately ran out to take a look; some sat in their original positions, as steady as a mountain, as if nothing happened outside; and some stood up immediately, but after thinking for a moment

, and sat down again.

"The one who fell down must be Ma Dabeard." Not long after, a square-faced man sitting at a square table facing the door said.

"Hmm." An old man sitting next to him continued, "The broken window is from Ma Dabeard's room."

The square-faced man said: "Ma Dabeard's martial arts is not weak."

"Not weak." The old man said: "With just the 'double-shaped life-saving palm' in his hand, he can be ranked among the first-class masters."

The square-faced man said: "But he is dead now."

The old man nodded: "It seems he is dead."

The square-faced man said: "A man who is good at using palms is beaten backwards and falls to his death through a broken window. What does it mean?"

The old man smiled: "It means there is someone in that guest room who is better at using his hands than him."

The square-faced man said: "There are not many people like that."

The old man said: "Not much."

The square-faced man said: "Duan Ke, the leader of Dian Cang, is one of them."

The old man agreed: "Hmm... with the internal strength of Master Duan, he can defeat the bearded horse simply by using force over skill."

The square-faced man added: "The leader of the Kuanghu Gang, the 'Tiger Faced Arhat' Tu Ji... can be counted as one."

The old man said: "The Arhat's Tiger Palm is indeed better than the double-shaped life-stimulating palm."

The square-faced man said again: "Luo Can, the leader of the Beggar Clan, naturally counts as one."

The old man said: "Since Gang Leader Luo has practiced the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms that have been lost for many years...then he must be counted among them."

At this point, the square-faced man shrugged and smiled: "Uncle Liu, who do you think... killed Ma Dabeard?"

Uncle Liu replied: "The young master is smart and must already have the answer in his heart. In my humble opinion... I might as well not tell you."

"Haha..." The square-faced man laughed again, "Uncle Liu is joking, my 'eyesight' is not half as good as yours. Just based on the quick glance when the bearded horse fell... maybe I was wrong.

Woolen cloth."

Uncle Liu was complimented by this "young master", but he didn't show any joy: "Even if it was just a glance, the young master must have seen that... the murderer deliberately concealed his true identity by 'controlling the enemy', right?

"

The smile on the young master's face grew wider: "That's a man who uses a sword."

Liu Bodao: "Yes."

The young master said: "Among those who use swords, there are not many who can kill a bearded horse with palm skills."

Liu Bodao: "There is only one person who meets this condition and happens to live in this inn..."

Just as the conversation between these two people was progressing, there was a man and a woman on the other side of the door, bypassing the crowd and walking into the store.

The man looked to be in his early twenties, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome appearance, and a long sword on his back; the girl next to him was about the same age and had a very iconic appearance, with a cute and cute face.

face.

The old gangsters sitting in the lobby of the hotel all had venomous eyes. With just one glance, they could deduce...these two people were either lovers, brothers and sisters, or very close senior fellow apprentices.

Although the man and woman did not make any intimate gestures, the distance they kept between them, the frequency of their walks, and the tacit understanding shown in their gestures were enough to show that their relationship was quite close.

"Shopkeeper, are there any guest rooms?" The young man walked to the counter in a few steps, faced the shopkeeper, and asked.

The shopkeeper's reaction was also very quick. His attention instantly shifted back from the dead body outside the door, and he replied almost instinctively: "Uh... Sir, recently... the guest room in the shop has been a bit...

nervous……"

"I understand." The young man knew what the shopkeeper meant, "We only need one room. As for the price... you pay according to the 'current price'."

"Hey~ Okay." The shopkeeper of Ke Laixuan is very greedy for money and very courageous. Therefore, even if there is no explanation for the life of the person outside the door, he still narrowed his eyes immediately after hearing the young man's words.

The eyes smiled.

He just smiled and took out the accounting book, picked up the writing brush and started writing. While writing, he asked: "This young hero, please leave your name."
Chapter completed!