"The next twenty or thirty miles are all uninhabited wilderness. There is only a lonely inn standing here. It can't be a shady shop."

However, seeing that the entire inn was brightly lit, Yi Ming put his doubts to heart. As long as it was not a black shop run by a cultivator, it would not pose a threat to him.

As for whether this is an inn opened by a cultivator? Haha, just kidding. If a cultivator really wants to kill someone, he can just come to the door and kill him. As for opening an inn on this mountain road?

He walked into the front yard of the inn in two or three steps. The main door of the inn was wide open at this time, and the five or six tables in the hall were full of people. A group of people who were obviously from a caravan occupied half of the place, and the remaining three or two tables were each occupied by a few people from the martial arts world.

"Hello, sir. Have you missed your place to stay on the road? There is no inn thirty miles to the west, and the next one is another twenty miles to the east. Can I get you a room?" A waiter dressed as a waiter came forward and asked.

"Let's open one." Yi Ming nodded. Although he could sleep outdoors in the mountains and forests, it was of course more comfortable to sleep in a bed.

"Okay, you can order some food. The wine and braised meat in this shop are also very famous within a few dozen miles."

"No, no." The waiter took a step back in fear. "But we have aged wine and braised meat. Do you want any?"

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"Hey, sir, do you want to stay in the hotel? Do you want some food?" The waiter approached the old man timidly. The old man glanced at the waiter and said, "Can you prepare food for me?"

"No?" The old man couldn't help but laugh when he saw the waiter's dazed look. The muscles on his dry face twitched, revealing a slightly hideous and weird smile.

The two sharp fingers moved extremely fast and took the lives of four people almost instantly. Then the lobby of the inn fell into chaos in an instant.

This is a world with cultivators, and each of these martial artists is an experienced character, so after being frightened, they each use their best skills to escape as quickly as possible.

The waiter was stunned. He had never heard of these two things, so of course they didn't exist.

Two white lights cut through the space, and the two sharp fingers remaining on the crutches suddenly shot out, piercing through the waiter's chest at the same time, and then shot towards everyone present at a rapid speed.

Yi Ming was helpless. Isn't your store the only one within a radius of dozens of miles? However, Yi Ming still ordered some food because he wanted to stay in the hall to see if he could hear any useful gossip.

"No?"

"Master, spare my life!"

Yi Ming narrowed his eyes, but did not break through the wall to leave. Instead, he dodged and hid in the corner of the hall, huddled on the side of the counter, with half of his body even exposed outside.

Seeing that the waiter actually responded, the old man couldn't help but laugh, "Rongyuan venison, Juehua dried vegetables, do you have any?"

With a pot of cheap wine, a plate of braised meat, and five steamed buns, Yi Ming picked a secluded seat and ate his meal while pricking up his ears to listen quietly to people bragging and gossiping.

The old man walked into the hall and glanced around with a cold eye. He happened to see Yi Ming, who was eating in the corner with his head down and didn't even dare to look at him.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a strange old man in gray clothes, covered in blood, and with a skinny body. He walked in staggeringly, leaning on a cane.

"No!"

“Bang!”

Many diners present were stunned when they heard this, and most of them had obviously never heard of the names of these two dishes.

However, after listening for a long while and drinking half a pot of wine, Yi Ming did not hear any interesting news. Either the Li family in the east took a concubine, or the Wang family's shop in the south caught fire.

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Remember the sword whistle? The one who can let you hear the sword whistle from such a distance must be either a congenital master or a cultivator." Another person laughed and said, "I guess you just heard the sound of the wind and scared yourself."

“Whoosh!”

Several gangsters overturned the wooden table, and some who were close to the window quickly jumped towards it. There was also a strong man who bent over and broke through the rammed earth wall of the inn, flipped over and ran out of the inn.

"Cultivator!"

"Hehe." The old man sneered.

Everyone could see clearly that the top of the crutch was supposed to be some strange animal claw, but now it had been cut in half and looked very miserable.

Why are these gangsters only talking about gossip?

"What would you like to eat, sir?" the waiter bowed and asked cautiously.

"I came from the west, but just an hour ago, not far from here, I heard some rustling sounds in the woods. It sounded like the whistling of swords. There must be some masters fighting in the woods."

The old man's sinister voice sounded, and he obviously didn't pay attention to the waiter's next words, "Since there is no such thing, then you can all go to hell."

"Then why don't you go in and take a look? You might be able to get a bargain!" people from the other two tables cheered.

Yi Ming blinked and thought to himself, "It can't be Li Ziyang and that weird old man again, I've already walked a hundred miles, and I'm still so close to them? They're not following me, are they..."

He had a bad feeling and wanted to leave quietly, but the hall was so quiet now that he would be too conspicuous if he made any move.

"I don't want to die yet!" the man said unhappily.

“Run away!”

The door was pushed open.

At this time, a table was talking about martial arts masters. One of the men, who was in his thirties, seemed to remember something and spoke in a mysterious tone.

The hall was silent for a moment.

"Bullshit, the sound of the sword whistling hurts my ears. What kind of wind sound can be so powerful?" The man said dissatisfiedly, "I guess it's just a battle between cultivators."

After eating and drinking, the night was long. Except for the caravan sending two porters to the backyard to look after the goods and replacing the previous staff, the others were still sitting in the hall chatting, with no intention of going back to rest.

"Without my food, you still want to escape?" The old man smiled grimly, and his two sharp fingers circled around the inn. Then he shot one of the sharp fingers at Yi Ming who was hiding in the corner, and then he wanted to rush out and kill all those who left.

In his opinion, Yi Ming was just a wanderer who happened to be passing by.

However, just as he used a sharp finger to deal with Yi Ming and turned around, he suddenly discovered from the corner of his eye that Yi Ming was also forming a seal.

"What?" The old man's pupils suddenly shrank.

(End of this chapter)