The sound came from outside the window.

Ning Fan leaned against the wall and tilted his head to observe the situation outside.

Torches have been lit on the streets.

Soon, another scream was heard!

Ning Fan's eyes fixed.

Isn't this in the district?

What happened?

"Catch him!"

Suddenly, Ning Fan noticed four men in uniform running wildly in the alley.

The leader is a man holding a huge axe.

Ning Fan recognized their clothes.

Monitor!

Why are these people here?

Could it be that someone has used a spirit servant in the area?

In this district, publicly mentioning a spirit servant is a serious crime, let alone using a spirit servant!

Once caught...

Execution!

Ning Fan was a little curious. Who on earth was so brave?

What kind of deep hatred is worth the risk of using spirit servants to kill people in the area?

Ning Fan ran downstairs.

The hotel owner was also watching the fun at the door.

"Brother, what's going on?"

Ning Fan leaned over and asked.

"Murder."

The hotel owner curled his lips and said, "I didn't see what it looked like, I just saw a head full of yellow hair."

Ning Fan was stunned.

A head of yellow hair?

He suddenly remembered the man who bought the rotten frog bile crystal at the black market today.

In an instant, Ning Fan seemed to think of something.

"Brother, how many people did he kill?"

"I don't know."

The innkeeper frowned. "But those who died were all black market traders! I guess they had a disagreement during a business negotiation and are now being envied!"

The owner of a nearby shop also came over and interjected, "How cruel! The entire Zhou family of four was slaughtered! What deep hatred is there?"

Ning Fan understood everything.

But he didn't understand.

He remembered that the blond young man said before leaving that he would take note of those who scolded him.

One of the stall owners was named Zhou!

But no one could have imagined that because of such a small conflict...

Are you going to kill the whole family?!

At this time, the owner of the nearby shop muttered again: "But that kid really has some skills. The arrow he shot was like a beam of light. He even broke three monitors!"

Archery.

A ray of light.

Ning Fan's face turned pale.

Light Ya!