Volume 2: A sudden change in the prison, a red-clothed man goes out to find a thief Chapter 160: The Blind Man and the Old Dog
Three gangsters followed their trail and came up.
This was the news Jiang Shengming had received, and he had expected it. Their move was so big this time, it would be strange if no one from the underworld came looking for them.
But things have developed to this point, and it is impossible for him to stop.
Moreover, he had already made preparations to get out of this situation. At worst , he could disappear somewhere else for a while after this incident. When he could master He Lang's martial arts, he would naturally have plenty of opportunities to plan for the world.
As for those three gangsters, since they have caught up with us, just deal with them.
The woman has not been found yet, and it is always better to have less trouble. He does not have time to get entangled with them.
Thinking of this, Jiang Shengming turned the brocade box in his hand half a circle in the room. His eyes were fixed on the ground in front of him. He must have made up his mind.
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In the early morning, there were few people on the streets of the county town, or rather, there were not many people in this small county town.
In front of the inn, an old dog was dozing on the ground with his eyes drooping. There was an iron chain around his neck and there was no food in the food bowl in front of him.
It lives on the leftovers of its guests. If there are no guests for a whole day, it will have nothing to eat for the whole day.
So when it sees guests, it never barks, and may even go up to them and wag its tail to beg for mercy.
People say it's a good old dog, but it can't guard the door.
The shopkeeper didn't take it seriously and just asked it to guard the door.
A middle-aged man in a gray robe walked alone from the end of the street. He was thin and held a huqin in his hand.
When he saw him, the old dog opened his eyes slightly .
The middle-aged man tapped the ground with the bow in his hand, as if he was exploring something, and finally stopped in front of the door of the inn.
He was a blind man, his eyes were gray and he couldn't see anything.
After standing beside the old dog for a while, the middle-aged man smiled, took out some biscuit crumbs from his arms and put them into the old dog's food bowl.
If he wanted to beg in front of the inn, he had to bribe the old dog. This handful of biscuit crumbs could allow him to play the piano in front of the inn for a day, which was considered "rent".
Seeing that the middle-aged man had paid the "rent", the old dog drooped his eyes again.
The middle-aged man also smiled and sat cross-legged on the ground, playing the piano in his hand.
The sobbing sound of the huqin rang out in the empty street.
The shopkeeper listened and just glanced out the door before saying nothing. He was used to the sound of the huqin, which he heard every day.
The entire inn was managed by him alone. He was the waiter, cook, and accountant.
As for why he didn't hire anyone, it was because he couldn't afford it. Fortunately, the business of the store wasn't that good, so he could still handle it by himself.
I wonder which song the blind man was playing, the third or the fourth?
There were footsteps on the street outside the door.
The old dog opened his eyes and saw a group of people walking towards the inn. How many were there? About twenty or thirty people.
They were carrying some things and stopped in front of the inn.
If Lao Gou were a human, he would be able to recognize that these people were holding swords in their hands.
But the old dog was obviously not like that. It just wagged its tail and greeted him, just like usual without barking.
The leading old man held a brocade box, glanced at the old dog, smiled and said.
"This dog is good, really well-behaved."
As he spoke, he tilted his head towards someone next to him.
The person next to him nodded and stepped forward, holding the old dog's neck, then crossed his hands.
There was only a slight crackling sound, and the old dog fell to the ground, without a sound.
The blind man at the door was still playing the piano. He must have sensed someone standing in front of the door, and he grinned and said.
"Dear guests, please give me some money."
The man in black who had just killed the old dog came to the blind man. He squatted on the ground, staring at the blind man's eyes. After a while , seeing that the blind man still had no reaction, he turned around expressionlessly and spoke to the old man behind him.
"blind."
"Forget it then." The old man said with a smile, stepped over the door of the inn and walked inside.
The people behind also followed in, and then another light sound was heard, and then there was no sound in the inn.
The shopkeeper collapsed to the ground and didn't know what had happened until his death.
Outside the door, the blind man was still playing the piano, with a smile on his face, but if you look closely, you can see that his hands are shaking slightly.
Even though he couldn't see, he already felt something. But he knew he couldn't stop, let alone run. If he wanted to save his life, he had to keep pulling.
In the three guest rooms upstairs, the confused Taoist, Li Si, and the tiger-slayer opened their eyes at the same time. They all noticed something strange and sat up.
In order to keep a low profile, they checked into the inn at different times and acted as if they had nothing to do with each other.
But unexpectedly, it still brought disaster to the inn.
By the time the three of them pushed open the door and walked into the corridor, twenty or thirty people downstairs were already standing there, swords drawn, waiting for something.
An old man holding a brocade box stood in the crowd, looked at the three people with a smile, and spoke lightly.
"Do it."
The confused Taoist knew this person, he was Jiang Shengming.
But Jiang Shengming did not know the Confused Taoist, because there were so many people from the martial arts world who surrounded and suppressed the Demon Sect that year, and he could not remember so many faces.
The sound of the erhu outside became more mournful and sad, as if a helpless woman was whispering something.
And a fight will begin from then on, in this silent silence.
The sound of the piano became louder, and a group of figures holding swords and knives jumped up at the same time and pounced on the three people upstairs.
The sound of the strings suddenly became faster, and the Tiger Girl and the Confused Taoist drew their swords at the same time.
The tiger girl would naturally not hold back, and when she swung her sword, it was accompanied by the mournful sound of music.
Not too fast or too slow, not too far or too far, it went straight ahead, and then in an instant, it split into multiple sword shadows. After killing three people, the long sword returned to her side, leaving a trail of blood.
The sword of the confused Taoist priest was very hazy, just like himself, indescribable and incomprehensible, like a cloud in the mountains, floating in and out of sight, and then gone with the wind.
He immediately protected Li Si's side, because he said that as long as he was there, he would not let Li Si be hurt in any way.
The sword drew a semicircle, mysterious and profound, leaving behind a trail of blood, so red that it was blinding.
There was a clanging sound as if swords were colliding.
By the door, the blind man's piano playing became more and more urgent. A drop of cold sweat flowed down his forehead and dripped onto the bow.
Inside the door, the dirty red blood flowed more and more, and a pool of blood flowed along the gap in the stairwell and sank into the wooden boards.
