Chapter 1244 The Sword God Smiles (Prologue)

The snow is falling.

As fast as rain.

The wind is howling.

As fierce as a knife.

A moment ago, there were many traces on the ground.

There were footprints of people, hoof prints of horses, and... some strange drag marks.

But now, at a glance, under the hazy moonlight, there is only a vague white.

Huh——

Suddenly, a sharp north wind blew.

At the same time, a figure appeared on the hillside.

He was wearing a cloak and a hat.

There was a small bag on his shoulder; a long sword hung on his waist.

After reaching a high place, he stopped and looked into the distance.

When the small inn that was shaky in the wind and snow appeared in his sight, he breathed a sigh of relief.

In this desolate mountain, among the rocks and deep pines, it is not easy to find this place by memory, intuition, and that little bit of dim moonlight.

It can even be said that it was a miracle...

Bang-bang-bang-bang-

He quickly stood under the plaque of the "Mi Si Inn" and raised his hand to knock on the door four times - two long and two short.

Then, he stood at the door and waited silently.

Not long after, there was a sound of moving the wooden bolt inside the door, and then the door was opened.

A tall, muscular man came out. After seeing the face of the man outside the door, he respectfully said: "Brother, please..."

While speaking, the man had turned sideways and made way.

The man called "Brother" just glanced at the room and stepped into the door.

There were several lanterns hanging in the room, and there were oil lamps on the table, so the light was sufficient.

When the eldest brother shook off the snow water on his hat and cloak, the man who opened the door had closed the door and re-bolted it.

"How did Lao San die?" When the big man turned around, the eldest brother moved his eyes to a corner of the room and asked.

At this time, in that corner, there was a person lying, a man.

Of course, it can also be said that it was a male corpse...

Although his head was not chopped off and there were no particularly obvious wounds on his body, the "eldest brother" could still tell at a glance that the man was dead.

"I killed him." The big man replied almost without thinking.

The "oldest" they mentioned was a sworn brother to the two of them, but the tone of their conversation at this moment was surprisingly calm, as if they were discussing a person who had nothing to do with them.

"Why?" After a breath, the eldest brother asked again.

"He wanted to move the 'goods'." The big man replied.

The eldest brother's eyes moved slightly and looked at the big man: "How did he move?"

"Of course, the kind of move that would cause trouble." The big man replied.

The eldest brother took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them after a few seconds: "Where is the cargo?"

"In that room." The big man pointed to a door on the other side of the room, "Fourth sister is in charge of watching."

The eldest brother thought for a moment and said, "The others in this inn..."

"The shopkeeper, the waiter, the guest, a total of six people..." The big man did not wait for the other party to finish his words, and continued, "Now they are all lying in the woodshed. When we leave tomorrow, a fire... can destroy the bodies and eliminate all traces."

"Okay." The eldest brother said okay, turned around and walked towards the room the big man had just pointed to.

He pushed the door open and went in, and the "fourth sister" had heard the conversation outside, so she stood behind the door to greet him.

"Big brother." When the fourth sister saw the eldest brother, she also nodded and bowed very respectfully.

The eldest brother waved his hand casually and walked straight towards the "cargo" at the other end of the room.

And the so-called "cargo" was actually a person.

A woman.

There is a kind of woman in this world, who seems to be destined... not to appear in front of men.

They should be locked up in the deep palace, hidden in the boudoir, and hidden from the world.

It is better for them to exist only in portraits or in people's imagination.

But... they are alive in this world after all.

So, when such women appear, where they appear... there will often be fighting and death.

"Alas..." The eldest brother glanced at the woman, and then sighed.

He had a little doubt in his heart about the death of the third brother, but the moment he saw the woman, the doubt disappeared.

The eldest brother also knew that his sworn third brother was a more lustful person, but he did not think that the third brother would do something ignorant of the importance of such a "major" action.

Until... he saw the woman.

He only took a glance and looked away.

Because he knew that one glance was enough... enough to imprint her appearance in a man's heart forever.

If he looked at her for a little longer, or looked into her eyes, he might waver.

"You, are you not hurt?" The eldest brother turned his head and looked at the fourth sister and asked.

"No, it's just... Third brother..." The fourth sister's tone was a little hesitant.

"I know everything." The eldest brother interrupted her, "Don't worry... Tomorrow, we will set off as usual."

After saying this, he turned and left the room.

He didn't want to stay there for even a second, because he could feel her gaze.

And he didn't want to have further contact with her, even just a glance or a word.

Only in this way can he continue to treat her as a "goods", and only in this way can he insist on completing his "mission" under the premise of knowing what fate she will encounter.

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A cup of tea passed.

The eldest brother and the big man (the big man is undoubtedly the second, but I don't really want to repeatedly call him "the second") have sat face to face on both sides of a square table. Next to the table is a small charcoal stove, and a copper pot with steam coming out of the stove is hanging on the stove.

"Your heart is in turmoil." The big man held the teacup, stared at the eldest brother's eyes, and suddenly spoke.

"Is this strange?" The eldest brother said.

"Not strange." The big man said, and after a while, he added, "Not only the third brother, every man who has seen that face... will be in turmoil."

"So, the real strange thing is..." The eldest brother continued, "Why is your heart not in turmoil?"

"What do you think?" At this moment, the tone of the big man's speech and his attitude towards the eldest brother suddenly changed.

"You are not a eunuch." The eldest brother still seemed very calm and said slowly.

"No." The big man said.

"You are not a eunuch (also known as a eunuch or a hidden palace; Lu Xiaojia and Jiang Duanxian in Gu Long's works belong to this category)." The eldest brother said again.

"No." The big man said.

"It is even more impossible to be a woman dressed as a man." The eldest brother said again.

"Impossible." The big man said.

"Then there is only one possibility." The eldest brother said.

"Hehe..." The big man laughed, and laughed strangely, and laughed proudly... (To be continued.)