Excessive ferocity due to caution

Chapter 316 "Sword Demon and Human Demon, Are They Nameless?"

Withered vines, old trees, and crows at dusk.

sunset.

There are still a hundred miles to go to the capital; we can't finish the journey today.

If Zhao Yi summons a flying carpet or Peppa Pig, he can easily travel to the outskirts of the capital of Lu.

But it is not necessary.

Anyway, it's pointless to go now.

As dusk fell, pale blue phosphorescence floated in the cold snow.

Very beautiful.

The moonlight illuminated the lights of a distant tavern; two or three lights swayed outside the fence, as if beckoning to visitors.

The three of them, having unloaded some of the fatigue from their daytime journey, entered the tavern, ordered a few dishes and some rice wine, and chatted as they ate.

The tavern was exquisite, with just the right number of customers, creating a very harmonious atmosphere.

The aroma of the dishes mingled with the fragrance of wine.

Soon, all the dishes were on the table.

Su Xingcan couldn't resist going to pour more wine, but then heard Zhao Yi, who was eating, say calmly:

"If you don't want to die, don't eat or drink anything on this table tonight."

Su Xingcan was stunned.

He then chuckled and said:

"Brother Zhao, you wouldn't be so stingy, would you?"

"Although I am currently penniless, I will be able to withdraw a hundred taels of gold when I arrive in Lu. At that time, I will repay the money I owe Brother Zhao."

After saying that, he reached for the wine pot, but his hand was slapped away by Zhao Yi's chopsticks!

Su Xingcan winced in pain and quickly withdrew her hand.

He immediately realized something was wrong.

Looking up at Zhao Yi again, the latter was only focused on eating his food and didn't say a word.

Su Qingyao sat gracefully beside Zhao Yi, gently stroking the green umbrella with a smile on her face.

The candles on the table were bright.

The lights seemed to dance like ghostly shadows.

Su Xingcan's back was covered in cold sweat.

"Waiter!"

Zhao Yi suddenly called out.

The tavern waiter immediately trotted over.

His face wore a worldly smile.

"Sir/Madam... what can I do for you?"

Zhao Yi gently tapped the dish with his chopsticks:

"The vegetables are too sweet."

The waiter was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Sir, you just like to joke... This dish doesn't have any sugar in it, so how could it be sweet?"

Zhao Yi took out a pair of bamboo chopsticks from the side and handed them to the waiter, a strange smile on his lips.

"Is it sweet? Shall we try a bite?"

The waiter's face froze.

He didn't take the chopsticks.

The hand hidden under the tablecloth gripped a sharp dagger.

Sweat also seeped out.

The diners chatting and drinking around them also glanced in this direction, intentionally or unintentionally.

"What are you afraid of?"

Zhao Yi's smile grew increasingly unrestrained.

The waiter's worldly and humble smile gradually disappeared.

"This matter originally had nothing to do with you."

"You shouldn't have come here to die."

His voice was already tinged with intense coldness.

Just like the wind outside the tavern.

Zhao Yi said calmly:

"If you pull out the dagger... you will die."

The waiter's gaze sharpened, and then his hand under the rag gripped the sharp, poisoned dagger tightly, pulling it out forcefully!

call out!

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out almost instantly.

A bamboo chopstick was stuck between his eyebrows.

Not too deep, not too shallow, neither biased nor partial.

That just happened to kill him.

The waiter stared wide-eyed, retaining the look of disbelief that remained until his death!

He fell to the ground.

The dull sound was like garbage being thrown away sealed in a sack.

Clang!

Suddenly, the sound of weapons being drawn echoed from inside the tavern.

Chi!

The assassin had only pulled the knife halfway out when a bamboo chopstick pierced his forehead!

Everyone else who saw this was terrified!

Too fast!

So accurate!

too harsh!

Who would have thought that an ordinary bamboo chopstick could become such a terrifying murder weapon?

Those who usually use hidden weapons do so by throwing specially made sharp hidden weapons with internal force in a surprise attack, which is the only way to achieve the desired effect!

A martial artist who can instantly kill someone with a single bamboo chopstick, like Zhao Yi, has probably reached the legendary level where even flying flowers and plucking leaves can kill!

Who is this person?

Why have I never heard of such an unfathomable master before?

Cold sweat broke out on everyone's foreheads.

Meanwhile, Su Xingcan, sitting opposite Zhao Yi, had a gleam in his eyes!

Knew it!

This guy of unknown origin... is a peerless master who is hiding his true abilities!

The Jie Sect... truly a mysterious force unknown even to the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

I realized I had underestimated the abilities of the philosophers...

The atmosphere was tense and ready to fight.

The murderous intent spread silently like a tidal wave.

Zhao Yi picked up a piece of meat, put it in his mouth, and continued eating and drinking.

"With such a slow draw... how can you kill someone?"

Someone replied coldly:

"Our knives may be slow... but we have enough of them."

"Even with just one person and one knife, I can still tear you to pieces!"

Su Qingyao stood up.

With her exquisite jade feet treading lightly on embroidered shoes, she stepped over the corpses on the ground and stood before Zhao Yi and the Ghostly Scholar, holding a green umbrella.

"My boss doesn't like hearing dogs barking while he's eating."

Su Qingyao said.

Then she slowly opened the green umbrella.

Such an ordinary blue umbrella.

There was still some undried snowmelt on it.

As soon as the umbrella was opened, everyone in the inn realized... they could no longer see.

All that remained before my eyes was a vast expanse of snow.

The snow is so cold.

a long time--

A wind is rising outside.

The door opened.

The candlelight flickered inside the tavern, and the floor was littered with corpses...

After Zhao Yi finished eating and drinking, he stood up and tapped the table in front of Su Xingcan:

"You can eat the food and drinks on the other tables."

"Don't touch this table."

"Tomorrow, we'll go hiking."

Watching Zhao Yi's retreating figure as he went upstairs to his room, Su Xingcan remained silent, her heart churning with turmoil...

He stared at Su Qingyao, who was protecting him, for a long time, and couldn't help but ask:

"Miss Su..."

"This afternoon, at that stone bridge and icy river, there was an assassin... You deliberately didn't kill him?"

Actually, Su Xingcan had already figured it out by then.

But he didn't say it.

However, after witnessing Su Qingyao's ruthless and decisive actions, Su Xingcan understood that the Fish-Dragon Guard at the frozen river at noon... definitely did not survive by chance!

He was able to live because Su Qingyao didn't intend to kill him!

Su Qingyao smiled slightly:

"Yes."

Su Xingcan was puzzled:

Why?

Su Qingyao's gaze fell on the spot upstairs where Zhao Yi's figure had disappeared.

"Because that will attract more people."

"It's too much trouble to contact them."

"Why don't we have them come to us?"

"This is also the leader's intention."

Su Xingcan smiled wryly:

"You guys are really audacious... Do you even know that the Fish-Dragon Guards can't be killed off completely?"