The next afternoon.

Lin Xuan took Wang fat man out of the new house and walked leisurely on several bustling streets in Yulong Town.

Near the end of the evening, Tian Gong was not beautiful, and it gradually rained, and the two had to enter a small tavern with a remote location and very bleak business.

The two of them found a place to sit down and asked for a bottle of wine and a few small dishes.

"My brother, this broken tavern roof is leaking rain, there will be no good wine at a glance, later perhaps want to work hard, why not find a better restaurant to eat and drink."The fat man grumbled.

If you look closely, you will find that today's fat people are fatter than the weekdays, and the back of the chest is all bulging, and occasionally the sound of a brilliant gold and iron collision.

"You know what, the roof leaks rain, this is the sentiment, this tavern is called 'eight sides of the storm', maybe drink this feeling."Besides, the lively taverns are mixed, and people may not want to show up."

Lin Xuan took a drink and took a drink, smashed the bar and swallowed his mouth, the taste was indeed general, and it was more limited than white water.

"Well, you're right."

The fat man shook his head and picked up chopsticks and struggled against a plate of dry-cut beef.

The two of them were tugging at each other, while quietly observing the few guests around them.

In fact, when he just walked out of the house, Lin Xuan felt that if there was no eye to lock himself, but the other party's concealment means were very clever, even if he walked several times in the street, he did not show a bit of a brokenness.

In desperation, Lin Xuan had to find a remote place to wait for the rabbit.

The sky was getting dark, and many people lit up, but the owner of the broken tavern seemed to have no sign of the palm lamp in order to save the lamp oil, so that only a few guests were full of complaints about the checkout.

“It’s dark, why don’t you have the lights?”The fat man complained uncomplained.

"This guest officer, in accordance with the tradition of the small shop for many years, has to wait another quarter of an hour to hold the lamp."

The tavern owner is a dry and thin old man, sitting leisurely in the chair of the master behind the counter, eyes are slightly close, two iron bones in his hand, a look of love to answer.

“Fuck it!In another quarter of an hour it will be dark, and you will not be afraid that we will slip away in the dark, and even the account will not be closed?"The fat man shouted.

The boss laughed lazily with his nose and said, "My shop likes to make eight guests, and it doesn't matter if you don't check out the account one day, it's the same thing to end it later."

“I...” The fat man was speechless for a moment.

Lin Xuan looked up at the boss, and the tavern owner's words seemed to have no opportunity.

At this time, the tavern owner suddenly opened the old eyes, the two cold and flashing, he suddenly threw out an iron gall, broke through the wall, flew into the kitchen!

Bang!

Ah!

A short cry of pain suddenly stopped, and a thunderbolt clatter sounded in the kitchen.

"Well, although the shop is small, it is not a place for some snakes and rats to go wild."The saloon owner groaned.

Lin Xuan's eyes shrank, his heart secretly marveled that this ichtudent town is really a Tibetan dragon crouching tiger land, even a sale of fake wine is actually unfathomable.

But the next moment, he seemed to think of something, and Huo Ran got up and walked three or two steps to the back kitchen.

In the kitchen, the only man in the tavern was fainting on the ground, and there was a plate of freshly cut beef on the table, and a delicate vial on the ground that did not know what was contained.The kitchen window swung, and there was a pool of red blood on the window sill.

Lin Xuan looked up, and a deep killing machine gradually burst out!

“Brother, what’s going on?”The fat man’s face was pounding.

“You stay and pay the bill!”

Lin Xuan hurriedly ordered the fat man, quickly jumped out of the back window, and chased a vague figure at the end of the alley at the fastest speed.

“Is it a dragon soul killer?”

The fat man stuttered for a few seconds, remembering that this plate of dry-cut beef was his own point not long ago, and gradually reacted.

He looked tough and tried to catch up with help, but he heard a lazy voice behind him: "Hey, little fat man, you haven't checked out yet."

“Eh?All right!"

The fat man touched a piece of silver, threw a face of meat to the tavern owner, said no need to look for, he wanted to jump out of the window.

But then the boss said again, "Little fat man, this money is not enough."

The fat man stopped and said impatiently, “How much do you want?”

The boss calculated, "Your tying assassins hurt my man, and I repulsed the assassins for you, well, even if you're a thousand stone."

"What?A thousand stones?Why don't you steal it!"The fat man looked at him, and the angry almost five Buddhas jumped on the wall.

"If the old man really wants to steal, the thousand yuan stone is really not in sight."The saloon owner laughed.

"Old man, the young master is very busy now, there is no time to listen to you bragging, there is so much money, love it or not!"

The fat man did not bother to tear the boss and turn around and climb the window.

But he was too fat, the window is not big enough, today in order to deal with the killer, he also added a lot of iron plates under his clothes, this small back window is really difficult for him.

It took a lot of effort, and finally it was about to squeeze out, and the fat man was very happy to spit out.

But then suddenly he felt a huge suction behind him that could not resist, bang him, and sucked him back.

“Fuck!What’s going on?”

"Little fat man, you don't look like a man who can take out a thousand yuan stone, it is better to leave the old man and work to offset the account."

...

In the dark of the sky, the rain is small, and the pedestrians are few.

A middle-class man in a rag-clothed thighs covered his shoulders and quickly shuttled through the remote alleys, gradually leaving the town and coming to an abandoned warehouse near the Wuhe dock.

Chen Hao is a character killer in the dark door of the Dragon Soul Temple in Lingzhou.

Five years ago, he was just a mortal killer of the outer forces of the Dragon Soul Temple, and he was on his own efforts to step on the head of countless goals, so as to gradually gain martial arts skills and promotion to today's five-story killer of the spirit body.

There is no fluke in this process.

When the third time the mission to assassinate Lin Xuan and others was released inside the Dragon Soul Temple, Chen Hao took over after some careful consideration.

He did not recruit helpers, from the search for information, to the pursuit of the target trail, and then to the assassination, until the final escape plan, is done by himself.

Because he doesn’t trust anyone, he only believes in himself.

After a long period of careful exploration, he has determined the strength of Lin Xuan three people, it can be said that with the strength of the five layers of his spirit body, even if the front shot, he is also sure to kill the target, but one of the goals has a lot of means, he may not be able to guarantee the whole body back.

So, he chose the most secure means of assassination, that is, waiting for the opportunity to poison.

Poisoning, although low-level, is very effective, Chen Hao poisoned three spiritual weapons during the human period, which is one of his favorite means of assassination.

But today there was an accident.