Chapter 1797

At three o'clock, dark clouds covered the moon, and a strong wind rose.

There was no sound in the inn. The three shadows sneaked up the third floor. There were only two rooms on the third floor, the Tian and di. They had come to investigate before. The two boys who knew that their surnames were Zheng and Mo lived in the room in the middle of the Tian.

This room is also the best and most expensive one in the whole inn. Ordinary people can't afford it. It seems that it's really a fat sheep.

They took out a bamboo tube and pierced the thin paper on the window with it. Thick white smoke was blown into the room.

After a while, he calculated that it was almost time, so he covered his face with a cloth towel, pushed the door boldly and entered. The room was foggy with smoke. They had taken the antidote in advance and were not afraid of it.

Waving away the white fog like smoke, I saw two beds in the room. The thin quilt on the bed seemed to be sleeping.

Three separate action, two to find things, one to kill.

After entering the door, they became at will. They were drunk in the first place, and then they set off smoke and double protection, so they could wake up if they didn't wake up.

Song zhu went to the bedside with a sharp knife in his hand. He didn't lift the thin quilt, so he went straight to the quilt to avoid splashing his own blood.

When the knife went down, it immediately felt wrong.

He didn't do it for the first time. What did it feel like when the knife was inserted into the skin? He knew very well that if the knife went down, it would be like being stuck in a pile of cotton, it would never be human.

He was about to open the quilt to check. As soon as the hand touched the corner of the quilt, the other hand reached in front of him, tightly clasped his wrist, and the back of his neck hurt. Before he could make a sound, he felt the darkness in front of him and fell on the bed.

Mo Cong comes down from the corner of the bed and walks to song Tian and song Gao, who are turning over the box and pouring the expensive things.

Song Tian has been looking for nothing of value for a long time. He is muttering, "there is nothing here. Is there any rich man who doesn't carry luggage when he goes far?"

Song Gao didn't find anything either. He stopped and said, "don't you just take the silver note? And hide it in him? "

Song Tian was stunned, then called out: "third, don't tie your chest, be careful of the silver note."

No one responded to him. They looked back and saw a figure slowly approaching them.

The room was very dark, and they could not see the man's appearance clearly. At the beginning, they thought that the man was the third, but the more they saw, the more they felt something was wrong. How could the third be so tall? It was like Mo Cong and Zheng Gongzi who had been drinking with them before.

At the thought of the two men, they immediately pulled out their daggers.

When the room suddenly lit up, Mo Cong stood a few steps away from them. However, Mr. Zheng, who had just lit the light, was looking at them with a smile. There was no trace of intoxication on his face, not to mention the feeling of depression after inhaling the smoke.

"Brother song, I will not see you for a while. That's what you think of us?" Mo Cong stood with arms in his arms, smiling on his face, staring into their eyes, but cold to the bone.

Song Gao and song Tian have a look at each other. They know it's planted today. They meet a thorn. After exchanging their eyes, they run separately, one to the window and one to the door.

If ordinary people encounter such recidivists, they are afraid to run, but they are not lucky today. They are all experts with top martial arts. In front of real experts, they have no chance to escape.