It's night, not yet midnight.
The shopkeeper of the Dong family's old store led fifty masters from the village and followed the tunnel that had been dug long ago to the secret passage at the corner under the stairs of the old store.
The lobby of the hotel has long been cleared, and the door has been blocked with door panels. Tables, chairs and benches have been piled in the corner, so the lobby can easily accommodate fifty gangsters armed with steel knives.
Each gangster was wearing black clothes and trousers, holding a steel knife and holding a two-finger-wide wooden stick in his mouth. The two sections of the stick are also tied with long strips of cloth, which are crossed and tied behind the head to prevent the stick from falling off.
This is a practice spread in the military camp.
The formal title is "Xianmei".
Whenever there is a need to fight at night in the military camp, soldiers will be arranged to wear armor and rank. The purpose is to prevent unintentional noise from disturbing the enemy during night raids.
"Goudan, have you been drugged?"
The shopkeeper looked around. Because there were no lights in the hall, the light was extremely dim. He could barely see the shapes of the people in the room.
"Shopkeeper, I've already ordered it. It's enough." Since I couldn't see the person clearly, I could only hear a voice replying from the corner.
"Okay, wait for the medicine to take effect. After midnight, act as planned."
At this moment, I suddenly heard several heavy knocks on the door.
Boom, boom, boom.
The moonlight outside the house is bright, and you can see the strong shadow of the person knocking on the door reflected on the window.
Boom, boom, boom!
The knocking on the door became a little louder, but no one called the door was heard.
The shopkeeper slowly frowned and walked slowly to the door. He first pretended to yawn, and then said in a slightly sleepy tone:
"Who is it? Our place is full. If you want to stay at the hotel, come back tomorrow."
This is the best reason to send away overnight guests.
Boom, boom, boom!
The person outside the door didn't answer, but the sound of knocking on the door became louder. The force of the slam on the door was so strong that it even shook the door panel.
The shopkeeper at the door frowned, and he felt something was wrong. Even if the usual overnight guests were not easy to dismiss, they should still have questions and answers.
This is the first time I have encountered a situation like today.
"Anything abnormal must be a monster, so be careful."
The shopkeeper had just lowered his voice and said something when he saw the figure outside the room raising a knife. Then he swung the knife so fiercely that he split the door open.
Bang!
The door panel was directly split into two halves, and was smashed into the lobby with the force of the knife.
The shopkeeper took several steps back and finally dodged the two door panels flying towards him. This scared him so much that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Things may be difficult to handle tonight.
Taking advantage of the moonlight outside the house, the shopkeeper didn't even have time to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead and quickly looked out the door.
The strong men standing outside the house had expressionless faces, dull eyes, and their faces were as bloodless as those of dead people.
And the burly man standing in the middle is the Thirteenth Floor Killer I saw before.
"It turned out to be a friend from the thirteenth floor..."
The shopkeeper clasped his fists, but before he could finish his polite words, he saw the burly man walking in directly.
The strong man Wang Dayan didn't care at all about the fifty bandits in the lobby. He just put the long knife in his hand on his shoulder.
"Friends, the person you are looking for is on the second floor, the first room on the left at the corner."
Wang Dayan walked straight through the crowd and walked up the stairs to the second floor.
Although those bandits are also murderers and hustlers, they are still far behind compared to the killers of the world's number one killer organization.
The originally vicious bandits were like mice that saw an old cat. They hid on both sides automatically without anyone driving them away.
When Wang Dayan reached the corner of the second floor, he suddenly turned around and smiled evilly.
It was very dark inside the room, so the shopkeeper didn't see the evil smile with the big eyes of the burly man, but he still suddenly felt a tremor in his heart for no reason.
Then I heard a soft sound:
"Kill them all."
The hairs all over the shopkeeper's body stood up, and he suddenly turned his head and looked out the door.
After hearing the order, those strong men who were originally motionless were like puppets whose mechanism was triggered. One by one, they raised their steel knives and walked in.
Seeing such an out-of-control scene, the shopkeeper wanted to explain a few words, but the killers stabbed him in the head, scaring him so much that he took several steps back.
When the bandits with wooden sticks in their mouths saw this, they could only rush forward with their swords and fight with the stiff-moving killers.
Bang bang bang bang, the swords made of fine steel collided with each other, and sparks suddenly burst out.
In the dark room, it was impossible to see who was who, so they could only kill indiscriminately. From time to time, people fell down, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
The most chilling thing is that there were clearly many people in the room fighting each other and bleeding, but there was not a single scream.
All he could hear in his ears was the crisp sound of the collision of weapons and the muffled sound of corpses falling to the ground.
Li Goudan, the shopkeeper's closest friend to him, was hiding in the corner under the stairs on the second floor. The light there was the dimmest, and he really couldn't see his fingers.
"The person in charge of the...cabinet..."
Li Goudan was so frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly. His body was shaking involuntarily, and his upper and lower teeth were chattering against each other, making a trembling sound.
The shopkeeper huddled his hands inside his sleeves and sat quietly without saying a word, like an old Buddha sitting in meditation.
"The shopkeeper..."
Li Goudan found that his shopkeeper didn't answer, so he stretched out his hand to pull the corner of the shopkeeper's sleeves, and at the same time leaned his body towards him.
At this moment, a bloody steel knife was suddenly inserted from between the wooden boards of the stairs.
The knife stabbed Li Goudan's back shoulder impartially, and blood immediately burst out, and the wound was so deep that the bones could be seen.
"Ouch, oh my god! I, I, I..."
Li Goudan was panicked and frightened at the same time. He tremblingly jumped forward and just grabbed the front of his shopkeeper. His mouth trembled and he begged for help:
"Shopkeeper, help...help!"
Click, click, the knife was pulled out again, and then the sound of thumping footsteps was heard. The man with the knife was approaching here little by little through the sound.
The shopkeeper slowly opened his eyes. He stretched out his hands to help Li Goudan up. Li Goudan burst into tears. He wanted to say some words of gratitude, but no sound came out of his mouth.
The man with the knife turned down the stairs, walked to the corner where Li Goudan and Li Goudan were hiding, and swung the knife without looking.
boom!
That knife split Li Goudan in half.
There was no sound in that corner, not even a cry of pain.
You must know that even if a person is cut in half, he will not die immediately. There are records in history books that after a criminal is cut in half, he can live for several hours, scream in agony, and eventually bleed to death.
But Li Goudan didn't even let out a scream.
When he found that there was no sound, the person holding the knife walked away stiffly and step by step.
After a long time, Li Goudan's body slipped from the shopkeeper and fell to the ground.
The shopkeeper wiped the blood on his face with his unstained cuff. In his right hand, he held a three-inch long short-edged dagger.
This dagger had always been hidden under his right sleeve. When Li Goudan was injured and cried out in pain and leaned over, while he helped Li Goudan up, he pierced the dagger into his heart.
This is also the reason why Li Goudan didn't scream in pain after being chopped in half. Before he could be split in half, he was stabbed to death with the shopkeeper's dagger.
"If you hadn't spoken, you might still be alive."
The shopkeeper murmured to himself in a very low voice.
He knew in his heart that the light in the room was dim, and even the killers on the thirteenth floor could not see everyone clearly.
So these killers rely on sound to attack their prey.
If Li Goudan had been hiding in the corner like him just now without saying a word, he might have been able to escape those killers and save his life in the end.
He didn't dare to move, but listened intently to what was going on in the house.
Just out of sight of the shopkeeper.
The fifty bandits who came with him before all fell to the ground. The killers on the thirteenth floor who were still committing crimes just now were like puppets after the end of a puppet show, standing there lifelessly.
…
The moonlight fell like snow on the ground, and an immortal came walking on the moonlight all over the ground.
He flicked his fingers, and strong wind swept through the air.
Every assassin on the thirteenth floor who stood stiffly was hit on the forehead by the strong wind.
The force was very light, probably similar to the feeling of a drop of rain falling from the sky hitting the body, but a clear red mark appeared where it was hit by the strong wind.
The red seal is a seal with clear intersecting lines of light and dark.
"They are all dead people, not alive at all."
Xia Zhichan pinched Dao Jue with her left hand and pointed toward the outside of the house with her right hand:
"Get out of here!"
The killers on the thirteenth floor actually staggered out of the door.
Through the moonlight in the sky outside the house, I saw that the blood-stained killers on the thirteenth floor all had livid faces without a trace of blood, and their pupils were filled with purple-black blood vessels.
These people have been dead for a long time, and are now controlled by a demonic energy. They have been refined using special techniques, turning these killers into zombies.
Xia Zhichan had just used the simplest method to dispel the evil spirits remaining in their bodies, and then used corpse control methods to drive them away.
"Could it be that the other party is not a demon, but a warlock who practices evil ways?"
Monsters will never sacrifice humans into zombies and then use them to drive themselves. This is a trick that only some evil people who are familiar with magic can use.
According to legend, after the tiger demon eats people, it will turn the souls of evildoers into ghosts, wandering around the tiger demon, helping the tiger demon to bewitch other passers-by, and let them become the tiger demon's food.
There is an idiom called "acting as a tiger's assistant", which is how it comes from.
Xia Zhichan did not linger in the inn lobby. He had already heard the sound of fighting coming from the upper room on the second floor of the inn, and thought that it was the burly man who had fought with Nan Er.
He will leave Nan Er alone for the time being, and there won't be any big problems for a while.
The immediate priority is to sort out the backyard.
Xia Zhichan clearly felt a large black demon cloud rising in the large courtyard behind the inn, and the rich and exciting demonic aura was almost coming towards her.
He flashed like a bird with spread wings, quickly flying up to the roof of the second floor of the inn.
Looking closely, I saw a huge dark red spider monster entrenched in the large yard, with a twisted and ferocious woman's face on its back.
A gash was torn from the mouth of the woman's face, the bright red flesh was turned out, and a tongue protruded from the middle.
The tongue was raised high and wrapped around a person.
Xia Zhichan saw this and pointed his sword.
