Chapter 60 Quickly Transmigrate! Conquer Michael and Lucifer (7)
Feng Ziang followed Michael into the town and found an inn to rest.
The inn was bustling with people, shouting and yelling, as lively as a pot of boiling water.
The air was filled with the smell of sweat, alcohol, food, and an indescribable strange aura that made Feng Ziang feel a little uncomfortable.
"This place... is interesting." Feng Ziang narrowed his eyes and looked around calmly.
He always felt that the atmosphere here was a little strange, with undercurrents surging, like the calm before a storm, which made him raise his vigilance.
"My two gentlemen, would you like to stop by for a meal or stay overnight?" A fat shopkeeper with a big smile on his face came up to us, rubbing his hands, with a shrewd gleam in his eyes.
"Stay in a hotel." Michael answered calmly, observing his surroundings calmly.
The shopkeeper quickly ordered the waiter to take them to the room. His excessive hospitality made Feng Ziang even more suspicious.
He quietly spread out his consciousness, sensing everything around him.
In an inconspicuous corner among the noisy crowd, a figure was approaching Feng Ziang quietly.
The man was wearing a coarse linen shirt and a straw hat, hiding his face in the shadows, but Feng Ziang was still able to keenly sense the murderous aura emanating from him.
It's the assassin!
He actually chased me here!
Feng Ziang's heart sank, and he secretly prepared himself for the situation. He continued talking to Michael calmly, as if nothing had happened.
The residents around were still immersed in their own laughter and joy, unaware of the impending danger.
The assassin approached slowly, with a sharp dagger flashing with cold light in his hand.
He held his breath, his eyes fixed on Feng Ziang, looking for the best moment to strike.
The surrounding noise gradually disappeared in his ears, leaving only the sound of Feng Ziang's heartbeat, one by one, clear and powerful.
"Michael, I..." Feng Ziang suddenly turned around, staring at the corner where the assassin was hiding with sharp eyes.
Feng Ziang turned around suddenly, his eyes as sharp as a knife, pointing directly at that inconspicuous corner.
"Come out, you little turtle, hiding in plain sight. How can you be called a hero?" He shouted, scaring the drinkers around him so much that they almost threw their wine glasses away.
The disguise in the corner was discovered by Feng Ziang. Ares cursed "Damn it" inwardly, knowing that he was exposed.
He suddenly jumped out, and the dagger in his hand flashed a cold light and pierced Feng Ziang's throat.
"With such limited Kung Fu, you dare to show yourself up and embarrass yourself?" Feng Ziang sneered and dodged the attack with a speed as fast as a flash of lightning.
He slapped Ares with his backhand, and the palm wind was fierce and accompanied by a whistling sound.
Ares only felt a huge force attacking him, and he was blown away, hitting the wall heavily, spitting blood from his mouth.
"Cough cough..." Ares struggled to get up, his face pale and his eyes full of fear.
He didn't expect Feng Ziang to be so powerful and he was no match for him.
He didn't dare to fight any longer and turned around and ran away.
"Want to run? Not that easy!" How could Feng Ziang let him escape so easily?
He flashed and followed like a shadow.
The people in the inn were so frightened that they fled in all directions, and the scene was in chaos.
Tables and chairs were overturned, food and wine were spilled all over the floor, and the air was filled with the atmosphere of panic.
"Stop!" A fat figure suddenly stood in front of Feng Ziang. It was the owner of the inn.
He smiled widely, but couldn't hide the panic in his eyes.
"Sir, what's going on? Why are you fighting in my inn?"
Feng Ziang stopped and frowned slightly.
"Shopkeeper, what do you mean? This man is an assassin, and I only attacked him to protect myself."
"Assassin? This is my guest, you must have made a mistake." The shopkeeper still had a smile on his face, but his tone was a little threatening.
Feng Ziang sneered in his heart, it seemed that the shopkeeper was in cahoots with the assassin.
He didn't expect that he would encounter such a thing here.
The atmosphere in the inn became strange. The air seemed to be frozen, making people feel suffocated.
"Boss, are you sure you want to protect this assassin?" Feng Ziang narrowed his eyes and spoke in a cold tone.
The shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead and said calmly, "Sir, please don't spit blood at me..."
"You're slandering me? I think you're pretending to be ignorant even though you know the truth!" Feng Ziang sneered and grabbed the shopkeeper by the collar. "The assassin's dagger has fallen to the ground, and you still want to deny it?" He pointed at the shining dagger on the ground, his tone as cold as ice that has been there for thousands of years.
Shopkeeper Li's fat body trembled, his eyes flickered, and he stammered, "This... this might have been dropped by a customer accidentally..."
"Dropped it by accident? You are kidding me!" Feng Ziang picked up the dagger and threw it in front of the shopkeeper. "There is blood on this dagger. Do you dare to say it doesn't belong to this assassin?"
The guests around also gathered around and pointed at the shopkeeper Li.
"Shopkeeper, what's wrong with you? You're actually shielding an assassin?"
"That's right, it's outrageous!"
"I used to stay at your hotel quite often, but I never thought you were this kind of person!"
Shopkeeper Li's face turned pale and he was sweating profusely. He knew that he was in trouble this time.
Ares saw that the situation was not good, so he ran away.
"Tell me! What is your relationship with this assassin? Why did he want to assassinate me?" Feng Ziang asked.
Shopkeeper Li said tremblingly: "I... I really don't know... He is just my customer..."
Michael stood quietly by, observing all this, with a complex light flashing in his deep blue eyes.
He always felt that this matter was not that simple, as if there was something hidden behind it.
"Boss, you'd better tell the truth, otherwise..." Feng Ziang's voice was cold and threatening.
Shopkeeper Li suddenly shut his mouth and said nothing, like a duck with its neck strangled.
Feng Ziang knew that things were far from as simple as they seemed, and there must be a bigger conspiracy behind it.
He decided to conduct an in-depth investigation to find out the culprit behind this.
The inn was in chaos and the air was filled with tension.
Feng Ziang and Michael looked at each other and had a bad feeling in their hearts.
"It seems that we have to go somewhere..." Feng Ziang said in a low voice with a hint of determination in his tone.
Michael nodded without saying anything, but followed Feng Ziang silently out of the inn.
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