The man who practiced did not dare to enter into a state of meditation completely, after all, this place was not a normal place. In the middle of the night, the young man who entered into a state of meditation suddenly opened his eyes and moved his nose: "The smell of blood."

The smell of blood has actually become very faint, and it seems that it has been specially treated. However, since Zhang Kaifeng practiced the Demon Sword Skill, he has become extremely sensitive to blood.

"Customer, who are you?" The voice of today's servant came from outside the door.

"Customer, are you here? I'm in." A voice came from outside the door again.

He knocked on the door and shouted twice in a row, but received no response. With Kaz, the door was pried open. But at this moment, a dazzling cold light suddenly appeared, and the sword pointing that was about an inch away from the servant's throat.

"Don't speak too much, otherwise I can only ask you to die." A cold and indifferent voice spit out from Zhang Kaifeng's throat.

"What does the guest officer mean? The youngest is just to see if you are asleep." The servant forced a smile and said, "Look at the sudden drop in the desert this night, the youngest is to see if the guest officer needs to add bedding."

"Floor?" Zhang Kaifeng sneered, saying, "The service in your inn is so thoughtful, but the smell of blood on you is not that true."

"What did you say, guest? Our inn is the duty of the people." Although the servant's face had not changed much, the panic in his eyes could not be avoided.

"I'm asking and telling you all you know, otherwise tonight will be your last night to open your eyes. I know what you are thinking, wanting to shout for help, let those warm-hearted people save you, or your unfathomable shopkeeper save you?" Sen's cold murderous intent emanated from Zhang Kaifeng, and the purple light in his eyes was always staring at him, saying, "I know you know some martial arts and hide it well. If you didn't meet me, you might have succeeded. But if you want to shout with your mouth, you can try it. Is your mouth faster or my sword energy faster? You can think about it, but there is not much time."

If it weren't for the devil's internal strife that he was restless when he entered the door, he would have said. The concentrated murderous aura always enveloped this small room, and it was always the same as Zhang Kaifeng's eyes. It made the servant feel like he fell into an ice cellar. He didn't want to die, so he could only cooperate. Since he started working here, he had come into contact with all kinds of people, but no such person made him feel scared. Every step he took, even his inner thoughts were insightful.

"I can tell you everything, but you must promise not to kill me." The servant finally surrendered.

Zhang Kaifeng smiled coldly and said, "You are not qualified to negotiate with me, so I just asked curiously. Your life and death are not my business, so it should not be difficult for me to escape. Moreover, you don't know whether you say the difference between your chances of survival or not."

"I said." The servant whispered: "Actually, the original shopkeeper of this inn had been killed ten years ago. The shopkeeper is now fake. His name is Xie Ling. I don't know whether it is his real name."

"Why didn't he kill you?" Zhang Kaifeng asked.

"Maybe it's my life that shouldn't be over!" said the servant mockingly: "After Xie Ling killed everyone, she wanted to continue to take over this wilderness inn here, but she couldn't find anyone for a while and kept me."

"What is his purpose?" Zhang Kaifeng pondered for a while and said, "This person seems to be thin, but I don't think he really looks like."

"The young master is indeed as wise as a torch, and his skinny bones are indeed not the true appearance of Xie Ling. This person can freely change his body by practicing evil skills. Moreover, he needs to eat people's heart and liver every day. If he doesn't eat it for a day, he will age a little, but once he eats heart and liver, his skills will improve a little." The servant continued: "According to my observation over the past few years, some of Xie Ling's behaviors are like people from the northern barbarians."

"Barbarians." Zhang Kaifeng's eyes flashed with a gleam and said, "It seems that this person has a great plan. Not only to enhance his skills in remote places, but also to inquire about the information of the Great Yan Kingdom, he has great ambitions."

"Have all the people died tonight?" Zhang Kaifeng suddenly asked.

"Not yet, I only killed two people. The rest of me is not the opponent. The shopkeeper will take action himself." The servant said.

"What are the characteristics of his martial arts?"

"Fast, accurate, and ruthless. The three words can be summarized. Moreover, this person is extremely cunning and changeable. He often puts extremely weak toxins in the food and drinks in advance. When the battle is fought, it will become the deadliest killer."

"Thank you for your cooperation. Your acupoint will not be untied after three hours." Zhang Kaifeng knocked out the servant, then walked out with his sword in his arms. The people in the three rooms were dead, and the blood hole in his chest and the heart had long disappeared. And such a big smell of blood did not spread out. There seemed to be a strange fragrance in the room, covering up the smell of blood completely, at least not floating downstairs now.

The people downstairs were still drinking wildly, not seeing any strangeness. They should have said that they were too heartless or not, and they dared to relax their vigilance so much outside, but Zhang Kaifeng did not mean to remind them. Some of those people had long been dissatisfied and fell drunk on the table.

"Ah!" At this moment, a tragic roar sounded, and the thin shopkeeper dug out a man's heart and liver, and the man died with his eyes closed.

The screams quickly woke up the others. When they saw this bloody scene, they felt cold. The shopkeeper smiled grimly, put his bloody heart and liver into his mouth and chewed it and swallowed it.

"Who are you and why are you plotting against us?" The people who woke up looked pale. They found that they could not move and their bodies were soft and weak. They immediately knew that this was a feeling of poisoning, which was very short of a second.

"Hehe, Xie Ling is the owner of this inn. I haven't met so many people coming to me for a long time." Xie Ling did not wipe away the terrifying blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a sincere tone: "Thank you so much for coming. I haven't eaten so much for a long time."

Although this tone is plain, it is a cold breath. Everyone is food and delicious food in Xie Ling's eyes. He does not allow anyone to escape. He makes one hand knife after another, and the desolate screams echo in this desolate inn. It is like hell, and blood keeps dripping. Xie Ling holds the plate, like picking mushrooms, and puts it into the plate.

"I am willing to pay all my money when I get off the Iron Eagle Gate. I hope my senior can let it go~~~I'll leave." said a young man.

However, before he finished speaking, the man from the Iron Eagle Sect died of his chest by a knife. Xie Ling spitted and said, "You take yourself too seriously."
Chapter completed!