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

He could feel a strong sense of sleepiness, but if he really fell asleep like this, he might never wake up again.

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

He saw a very bright inn. There seemed to be a piece of paper full of words pasted outside the door of the inn. The swordsman didn't know what was written on it. Anyway, he struggled to knock on the door.

Feng Qing was trembling while reading a horror game guide in the inn. Logically, she shouldn't be so scared, but the place she traveled through was beautiful with beautiful mountains and rivers. There were insects and birds chirping outside, and the sound of rain made the surroundings seem particularly deep.

As she was shivering and preparing to get another bag of potato chips, she suddenly heard the door being pushed open.

Feng Qing was startled.

She was sitting at a guest table with a large window. The sound of rain was particularly pleasant here. Although there was a screen in front of her so that people who just came in could not see inside, there were a bunch of snacks on Feng Qing's table. She hurriedly packed the things into a drawer on the side.

While packing, Feng Qing subconsciously said the words she had said for three years, "Please come in, guest, may I ask...are you staying overnight or staying at the hotel?"

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

After she finished speaking by muscle habit, she threw the last bottle of Coke into the drawer and then walked out from behind the screen.

Standing at the door was a man who was almost soaked. The ground was soaked by the rain dripping from his body.

"Wow... That's miserable." The man was soaked like a chicken in the soup. Feng Qing couldn't tell what he looked like, but she felt pity for him.

"Boss, do you have hot water?" said the soaked man.

"Yes." Feng Qing invited the guest to sit in without saying anything. She had not planned to open the restaurant, but the guest in front of her was too 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 flower fragrance and had some doubts in his heart.

This fragrance... was not like sandalwood, nor was it a simple fruity fragrance. It was mixed with a very complex floral scent, and even a very faint medicinal fragrance could be smelled from it.

The swordsman had fought with the Tang Sect before. They were best at using poison. Some of the Tang Sect's poisons were similar to this smell, with an unknown pungent flower scent accompanied by a faint medicinal scent, long and enchanting, as if it wanted to entangle people in their bones, but this scent was different from the Tang Sect's poison. The Tang Sect's poison could make people drowsy, but this scent was not so unpleasant.

At this moment, the swordsman was like a frightened bird. He thought he had just entered an ordinary inn to ask for a sip of hot water, but he didn't expect that he would encounter such a weird thing as soon as he entered the inn.

Watching the shopkeeper turn around and fetch hot water from the kitchen, the swordsman followed the smell and quietly took out a small sealed bottle of ointment from the cabinet near the door.

The small white porcelain jar with blue and white flowers and red sealing paper, although it was sealed very tightly, the swordsman's sharp nose that had saved him many times still smelled the fragrance emanating from the bottle.

Two words were written on the red sealing paper.

"Liushen".

The swordsman's heart skipped a beat.

What kind of incense... can be worthy of this name.

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

He had been on the run for three days and three nights, just thinking of finding a place to drink some hot water. Now it seems that he has walked into a trap, right?

"Hiss... How could this guest just rummage through other people's things without their permission?" Feng Qing was boiling water in the kitchen with an electric kettle. On the way, she turned on Smart Life and habitually looked at the camera in the lobby of the inn. Suddenly, she found that the guest who had just entered was holding a bottle of Liushen floral water in his hand and was examining it carefully.

She had taken out the floral water at night because there were too many mosquitoes, and threw it into the cabinet at the door.

Feng Qing was particularly worried that the guest would find something wrong, so she looked at the screen nervously. As a result, after a while, she saw that the guest quietly put the bottle of floral water back.

... There was no surprise reaction at all? Feng Qing thought in surprise.

Hiss... It seems that she overestimated the reaction of ancient people to plastic products. It is also true that in ancient times, materials were scarce, and some ordinary people did not know a single word in their entire lives. It is probably impossible to expect them to see plastic products and suddenly realize that this is a great invention that spanned thousands of years.

Feng Qing suddenly relaxed.

What is going on? If she had known earlier, she would not have been so nervous.

She took the hot water that had just been boiled, made a cup of thick soup, and then slowly walked out.

The swordsman listened to the footsteps coming from the back kitchen. The footsteps were very empty and did not sound like someone who had practiced martial arts. But he still involuntarily tensed his body and was ready to draw his sword at any time.

"Have some hot soup, pork bone soup." Feng Qing put the bowl on the table, not paying any attention to what the swordsman was doing. In fact, even if she noticed, she couldn't tell that he was preparing to draw his sword.

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

The clear soup bottom and the strong aroma, the swordsman knew that the pork bone soup must have been stewed for a long time just by smelling it.

"It's not a good thing. I'm the only one in the inn now, so I'll take whatever I can get." Feng Qing said.

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

The soup is not a good thing... I'm afraid the soup is good, but there is something bad added in it.

But looking at the posture of the shopkeeper...

it seems that this bowl of soup... will be drunk today or not.

The swordsman's heart was filled with murderous intent.

Since there is no way out today, he must fight to the death here.

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

...

Oh, right.

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

She calmly walked past the swordsman, and then took out a box from the cabinet next to him.

When Feng Qing lowered her head, she didn't even notice the sword that the swordsman next to her had already unsheathed, and the murderous look in his eyes.

Here I need to explain - Feng Qing's eyesight is not bad, but her vision is easily obstructed, and the fundamental reason is probably her iron bangs that she has kept for seven or eight years.

She has always insisted that her iron bangs will not affect her vision in order to resist all those who try to attack her iron bangs, but anyone can see that her iron bangs definitely affect her vision.

At that moment when she lowered her head, her long bangs made her unable to see what the people around her were doing, so Feng Qing calmly took out the box while the swordsman was drawing his sword, and then threw it on the table next to her.

She even calmly walked past the swordsman's sword, and then shook the things in the box, and breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that she did not take the wrong thing.

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

A knife.

It's not big, the blade is unopened, and the blade is soft, so I'm afraid it might cut the actors. The handle is made of aluminum with a circle of big 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 would eat melon seeds while watching them shoot. Anyway, it was probably a melodrama like you love me, I love him, he doesn't love me. This knife, which looks extremely plastic and costs less than 100 yuan with free shipping from Pinxixi, is the hero's precious sword. In the play, it is set as an ancient artifact that can kill gods and Buddhas.

Sometimes Feng Qing would look at the knife and think to himself, are you too shameless? I know you are poor, but at least you should pack it up in a more elegant way for the protagonist...

This customer has a habit of rummaging through things, so just in case, Feng Qing thought it would be best to take the box away.

The moment the box was taken out, the swordsman's eyes were fixed on it.

The box was black, with almost no decorations on it.

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

At that moment, a thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

- There is a very scary thing in that box.

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

That was because the things in the box were releasing a stronger murderous intent. Even through the box, the swordsman felt that there was a ferocious beast inside.

The swordsman was suddenly startled. He even heard the knife in his hand begin to buzz uncontrollably. That was the fighting spirit that ignited in the knife in his hand when he encountered a strong enemy.

"What's the sound? Did the alarm go off somewhere?" Feng Qing thought curiously.

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

"What?" The swordsman was still disturbed by what happened just now. He didn't hear clearly what the shopkeeper next to him said to him.

That murderous intent...

almost condensed all the strength. The swordsman began to imagine the appearance of the precious sword in the box. I am afraid that just holding it in the hand would make ordinary people feel terrified.

Such a senior who wields a sword has never been heard of before, why is he here...

The swordsman just thought that this shopkeeper came to kill him, but now he is suddenly not sure.

If he is not injured, then facing the senior who can control such a murderous weapon, he will naturally be eager to fight, but now he is already at the end of his strength, and it will be almost effortless for such a person to kill him.

Why should she... waste so much time talking to him?

...

"Looking at the weather tonight, it is estimated that there will be heavy rain tonight." Feng Qing looked at the guest who was still wet all over, and looked him up and down.

Yes, there will be a "heavy rain" tonight.

The swordsman thought.

What does this senior mean by saying this to him?

"Go upstairs and take a rest for a while." Feng Qing looked at the upstairs accommodation provided for guests, "It's better than being outside in the rain. Wait until the rain stops before leaving."

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

He suddenly froze there.