The New Year is coming, and the inn is all red, which looks particularly festive.

Some shops on this street have closed down these days, and the bosses and employees have gone home, but Feng Qing's situation is a little special. The employees in the inn are basically homeless and poor, so they can only stay in the inn.

Feng Qing also wanted to close the inn a few days in advance. She originally thought that the guests in the inn would go home during the Spring Festival, but who would have thought that more than half of them would stay in their inn.

Under such circumstances, the inn would definitely not be able to close during the New Year. Fortunately, Feng Qing, who came from the modern era, had long been accustomed to not closing during the New Year, so she just thought it was a special feature of the inn and didn't think much about it.

The inn had been relatively quiet recently, with only one minor accident, when a guest accidentally fainted in their inn.

Feng Qing's heart was still pounding when she sent a message to the boss. If something really happened to the guest, she had already thought about how to resign. Although her situation of traveling through time was a little special, there should be no difference in taking the blame in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad. However, the guest woke up in the middle of the trip, which really made her feel relieved and she was in the mood to wait for news from the boss.

Unexpectedly, the boss's reply was not so capitalist. There was only a faint "Don't worry" and "Happy New Year."

There was no difference between the ancient New Year and the modern one. A poor worker like Feng Qing only had three days off, starting from the New Year's Day. There was nothing he could do. Tourist attractions were more popular during the New Year. There were more and more modern punks celebrating the New Year these days, so businesses had to keep up with the times.

However, there were still some differences.

"Why don't we just close this store? I'll ask the boss if he can bring my colleagues back to the modern world with me and let's work together." Feng Qing muttered to himself while reading the latest tabloids.

In fact, the matter of time travel also depends on the person. Feng Qing felt that he had wasted this opportunity to time travel. If it were another time traveler, he would have become a king or a general by now. As for himself, he stayed in such a small and broken inn all day long, and he didn't even dare to go out.

As for why he didn't dare

to go out, of course... it was because something big happened in the martial arts world.

In fact, when something happened in the martial arts world before, Feng Qing was not as panicked as she was now. After all, in her opinion, those things would not affect the inn at all, but this time it was completely different.

Because a big thing happened in the martial arts world recently, so big that even Feng Qing, who didn't pay much attention to the martial arts world, could feel the tense atmosphere in the martial arts world all at once.

As we all know, a martial arts novel must have some conspiracy or villain boss in it. Jin Yong's Central Plains Defense War and Gu Long's Forbidden City are the most common conspiracies.

And the copy in this Jianghu is probably the leader of the Demon Cult.

The previous moment actually felt a bit like a Japanese gang. It was a delicate balance between ordinary people. As long as they didn't do too much, the court would not take action. Feng Qing actually heard about the moment of collecting protection fees from merchants, but they never came here to collect them, so Feng Qing didn't care too much.

After all, in the world of martial arts, force can indeed crush many things, so the people in the martial arts world have formed a subtle "unspoken rule", and Feng Qing was not surprised, and she would not look at this group of people with the eyes of modern people.

However, recently, the leader may have started to be a little crazy.

Feng Qing looked at the news on the tabloid and scratched his head with a headache.

Strictly speaking, the news on the headline can no longer be considered a gossip. In fact, it should be released by the "official", but the court does not seem to want the news to spread too far, so the official news has not been announced.

But according to Feng Qing's sixth sense, which has always been inaccurate, she actually thinks that this news should be true.

A strong premonition.

Because that incident is really too horrifying.

——The governor of Xichang died unfortunately.

...

"Alas, I remember that the governor of Xichang was a very powerful person, how could he die suddenly?" Feng Qing shook her head and muttered to herself. When

this governor died, the whole martial arts world was in chaos.

She remembered that this governor seemed to have never been considered a good person in the hearts of the people in the martial arts world. The reason was probably something Feng Qing could figure out with her feet. It was nothing more than that this person was a dog of the court, eyeing the whole martial arts world covetously, just like a sheepdog herding his flock.

In addition, he... well, lacked some parts, so the people in the martial arts world cursed him with all kinds of things. Feng Qing felt that some of the curses were a bit too harsh, but she still understood the world of trolls, after all, she was once a troll.

The profession of eunuch easily reminds people of some not-so-good things, such as the Ten Attendants. However, Feng Qing read some books seriously and inquired about one thing. After removing some of the ancient people's nonsense, she concluded that this governor was not really a bad person.

At least in the ancient situation, under the feudal dynasty system, and under the pressure of the chaotic martial arts people in the martial arts world, he was able to balance the situation so perfectly. In Feng Qing's opinion, it was already a god-like operation. If it were placed in modern times, he should be a talent like Han Fry.

Well, this doesn't seem to be a good thing to say... After all, this governor should be much better than Han Fry in reality.

This can be seen from the recent situation in the martial arts world.

As the saying goes, some people are like air. When they are around, you can't feel their goodness, but when they are gone, you will realize how important this guy is. At this moment, this sentence is fulfilled in this governor.

In Feng Qing's memory, the Jinyiwei should have been promoted in the Ming Dynasty. This group of guys have always been hiding in the shadows, firmly controlling the entire martial arts world. The evaluation of this group of guys in history books is mixed, but in this martial arts world, Feng Qing believes that their existence is not necessarily a bad thing.

After all, once the governor of Xichang died, there have been more than ten vicious murders published in the martial arts tabloids recently.

It had never happened so often before, and it was so frequent recently that it was even a little scary. When Feng Qing realized this, she missed the governor who was said to have been killed.

"I have to buy some things to prepare. This place looks too scary. I feel like I'll be dragged out and my body will be dragged away one day..." Feng Qing complained to her friend.

Her friend came back after Feng Qing's takeaway meal, and she came back very quickly. As the saying goes, the friendship between gentlemen is as pure as water, and the friendship between Feng Qing and her friend is so deep.

"Is it a script about small characters in the chaotic martial arts world? Feng Qing, I'm telling you that you were on the wrong track from the beginning. Scripts about small characters are certainly very realistic, and written by a salty fish like you, they are more immersive, but small characters will never be popular these days." Feng Qing's friend said, "So, what do the replies on the forum say?"

"They told me to stay calm and never stand out, and try to stay until the day when the Chosen One is born and the big devil is defeated." Feng Qing said, "They also gave me an example, saying that even when Dongfang Bubai unified the martial arts world, he would not be idle and go to the corners of the martial arts world to smash inns every day, so I can rest assured."

"Since they said so, you can rest assured." Feng Qing's friend said.

"That's right." Feng Qing muttered softly.

But as a modern person, she didn't want to live the kind of life in novels where everyone had to praise the leader and kneel down to kowtow when they saw a member of the evil cult.

Feng Qing sighed and decided not to tell her friends about this. After all, her inn, which was equipped with various anti-theft doors, was safer than those shops with pure wooden doors. No one was crying and shouting, so why should she be so anxious?

As she was talking, Feng Qing flipped through the newspaper again to see what was written at the back, and then she was suddenly stunned when she saw a part.

Then, she suddenly put down the newspaper silently, and sat a little straighter, not looking too sloppy.

If the waiters saw her now, they would probably find it incredible, because Feng Qing rarely sat so seriously in the inn, and she seemed to be drowsy most of the time.

This was only because she saw a piece of news that would not allow her to sit sloppily.

...

"Recently, those disciples have been taking action in an instant, and they are increasingly indifferent to civilians."

In the kitchen, Li Qi said to the people in front of him in a slightly low voice.

The group of people in front of him sat together, and all the waiters in the inn had already arrived. Everyone had different expressions on their faces, but the common point was that they were all silent.

"It hasn't been a good day recently." Feng Xiruo said.

"And, Hua Jing..." Chu Changzui frowned and looked at the people opposite him.

When this name was mentioned, everyone fell silent again.

"What happened to him?" Li Qi said, "Now we don't even know how he died."

"I only know that his death made many people happy. Everyone is very happy. After all, the court's hawks and dogs are much more hateful than those demons in the eyes of some people." Feng Xiruo sneered. As soon as

he said this, everyone else fell silent.

"But, what about the civilians?" Chu Changzui suddenly said.

"Should they die in vain?"