There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 662 I have a showdown
The wind is still howling outside the window.

Inside the window, on a snowy winter day, there wouldn't be too many guests.

At this time, Shang Li was the only guest in the entire tavern.

In fact, he never took off his hat to block the wind and snow from the beginning to the end, and covered his whole body with a wide gray cloth robe, because he didn't want to reveal his identity at all, and for him, revealing his identity would be a very troublesome thing.

But even so, he was precisely sniped in this tavern. .

"Since the head of Shang knows our origins, why do we still drink this cup of poisoned tea?" Xiaoer Dian said.

Shang Li smiled lowly: "Didn't I say that? When others are eager to persuade me to drink something, I can't resist other people's kind words of persuasion."

"That's why I made that vow not to drink alcohol 20 years ago."

"But if you persuade me not to drink but to tea, then you won't even find a reason to refuse in the end."

The waiter laughed loudly and said, "I didn't expect that the head of Tangtang Huashan would be such an indecisive and kind old man. It's really unexpected."

"So if you die here today, it's a good place for you."

Shang Li supported his head, indeed, there was already a strong sense of sleepiness and numbness pervading his whole body.

Dream Luo is one of the most overbearing and terrifying anesthetics of the Luo Sect. It means a dream trap, a drug that can make people fall asleep and fall into a trap without knowing it.

Originally, the waiter in the shop planned to serve Shang Li well, and then take Shang Li away without anyone noticing.

It's just that he never expected that this little old man would drink the tea with medicine first, and then touch their medicine and roots.

To be honest, I have been in the industry for decades, and I have never seen such a strange request or person.

"Of course I don't want to die, little old man." Shang Li sat on the chair and smiled, "But at least let me be a ghost before I die?"

"How did you find out my whereabouts? And why did you go to such lengths to lay out my plans here to kill me?"

"Honestly speaking, although Mount Hua is indeed very close to your Luojiao, but for more than ten years, the well water has not violated the river water. Even if Elder Ning died in Zhongtu some time ago, the little old man has nothing to do with me."

"If that's the case, why do you have to do something to harm me?"

The shop waiter sneered: "Actually, Master Shang's heart is like a bright mirror, so why bother to ask me?"

"However, since Sect Leader Shang is so knowledgeable, it saves us a lot of effort. In this case, how about letting Sect Leader Shang be a fool?"

"In the final analysis, that bastard Fang Bie killed our Dharma Protector King!" Dian Xiaoer gritted his teeth and said, "That's why the leader decided to make your Central Plains Wulin pay back ten times."

What kind of ten-fold repayment method?

Ding Kuyu herself would never come to Middle-earth to risk herself anyway.

Since he doesn't come, he can only activate all the backhands and secrets that Luo Jiao has arranged in Zhongtu.

Of course Liu Pingye was one of them, but a man like Ding Kuyu would undoubtedly not put all his eggs in one basket.

"So that's how it is." Shang Li sighed, "Then it's me going down the mountain, old man?"

If Shangli is still in Mount Hua, it is like the abbot of Shaolin in Shaolin and Ding Kuyu in the Western Regions. He is an iron bucket that cannot be blown by the wind or rained. ?
But once the head of the sect goes down the mountain, it is tantamount to saying that the tiger falls in Pingyang, the dragon swims in the shallows, and the strong dragon does not suppress the local snake, let alone the painstakingly planned local snake.

"But the old man went down the mountain secretly, how do you know the old man's trajectory?" Shang Li continued to ask.

He sat motionless in the chair, and seemed to have no strength to stand up.

"Master Shang is really smart, he was confused for a while." Xiaoer Dian smiled indifferently: "I teach millions of disciples, just like Ning Huaiyuan was able to sneak into Huashan back then. It's as easy as flipping the palm of your hand, as soon as the master came down the mountain, someone sent a letter."

"What's more, the fact that Fang Bie wants to challenge the head has also spread throughout the world. If Fang Bie doesn't go to Huashan, the usual head of Shang will naturally not make a special trip down the mountain to accept the challenge."

"But everyone in the world knows that the head of Shang owes Fang Bie a big favor. This time, being challenged by Fang Bie, it is necessary to repay the favor. Many people estimate that the head will go down the mountain in secret. Two phases prove it. We just need to be on the road Just sit back and wait for the rabbit.”

"The leader said, since you have killed our Dharma protector king in the Central Plains martial arts, then you will have to pay ten times the price, otherwise you will be bullying me, Luo Jiaoren!"

"Now that Bai Qian, the dean of Bailu Academy, has conferred the title, the second one is of course you, the head of Huashan."

"Next, no matter if it's the six-door Guo Juxia, or the culprit, Fang Bie, they will all accept the flames of vengeance from Luo Jiao's anger, knowing that you understand how much the price will be paid for daring to provoke Luo Jiao. "

Shang Li sighed: "In this way, the old man will understand everything."

Saying this, Shang Li looked at the note sent by the white dove on the table: "The old man didn't intend to sharpen it before, but the beehive sent me a letter, and I happened to not bring any food such as rice , so I took the liberty to sit here."

The waiter laughed loudly: "Master Shang, are you saying that the hive harmed you?"

Shang Li shook his head quietly, and looked at the confident man in front of him: "Don't you want to see what is written on this piece of paper?"

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"Shangli's journey down the mountain is destined to be uneven." Xue Ling faced the red candle and said quietly to Shang Jiuge: "Shu Qing is dead, Luo Jiao is now like a mad dog, There's no doubt it's going to bite people all over the place."

"And if Shang Li goes down the mountain, he will definitely become the target of public criticism."

"It's okay." Shang Jiuge smiled: "He is a senior brother."

Wasn't my old lady the target of public criticism when I went down the mountain? Didn't my old lady come over intact?
What's more, he is still my senior brother.

Shang Jiuge was really full of confidence.

"Luo Jiao is best at calculating with his heart and mind. If he really concentrates on dealing with Shang Li, then even the head of Shang Li may be wise and he will definitely make a mistake." Xue Ling said slowly: "Besides, Jiu Ge you and After all, there is still a difference in the weight of business and separation.”

When Shang Jiuge went down the mountain, there were indeed many people who were eyeing this girl who claimed to be the number one in the martial arts in the future, and they all started to attack, but to put it bluntly, most of them borrowed the white glove of the hive, and the hive happened to be protected by He Ping , So Shang Jiuge is safe and sound.

Besides, the biggest crisis that Shang Jiuge encountered was the unexpected encounter with Hei Wu. At that stage, Hei Wu basically crushed Shang Jiuge, and even Xue Ling took Shang Jiuge for such a long distance. .

So Shang Jiuge is full of self-confidence, and a large part of it is honey self-confidence.

"Then what should we do?" Shang Jiuge looked at Xue Ling with clear and bright eyes: "I can't go pick up senior brother."

Although in fact, if it was a trouble that Shang Li couldn't handle, adding Shang Jiuge would probably be useless.

"It's okay." Xue Ling looked at Shang Jiuge: "I have already sent a carrier pigeon."

"If you find any trace of Shang Li, send him a letter as soon as possible."

"Ah?" Shang Jiuge didn't expect the honeycomb to be used in this way.

"Can you find it the first time?"

"Of course no problem." Xue Ling smiled.

"It's a hive."

"As long as there are people, there are bees."

"Otherwise, that person wouldn't be so obsessed with the hive."

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The waiter picked up the blank paper with half-belief.

He didn't suspect that the white paper was fraudulent, after all, Shang Li didn't have time to mess with this white paper, let alone just now, Shang Li had just picked it up and looked at it.

There are some latest information written on it, most of the waiters already know about it, like Guo Juxia went to Yingtian Mansion, Fang Bie appeared in Bailu Academy, Liu Pingye assassinated his teacher Bai Qian, Bai Qian died in Bailu Academy and so on.

Of course, these are all earth-shattering events, and they can be considered within the scope of the hive group message.

But—the waiter looked at the last line of the white paper.

It was a line of small characters written with a Chinese ink brush.

The font is beautiful and clear.

"There are many plots along the way, please be careful."

The shop clerk was suddenly startled.

In other words, when Shang Li read the blank paper, he had already raised his vigilance to the extreme.

Then why did he calmly drink this bowl of hot tea with ingredients?
Could it be that the reason is that he is not very good at rejecting others, and he wants to drink a cup of hot tea to warm himself up when it is cold?
Liar, right?

If he is not good at rejecting other people's words, how did he become the head of Huashan?
Could it be that the kindness at the elders meeting was hard to turn down, and he couldn't refuse, so he became the head of Huashan?
Although it is said that because of the age, it really seems that there is no way to verify it.

He couldn't help taking a step back.

"What are you afraid of?" Shang Li smiled, but he was still sitting on the chair. "Could it be that you have no confidence in your Monroe?"

"You watched me drink it with your own eyes, and I won't show you any tricks?"

Even if Shang Li said so, the shop waiter still didn't feel relaxed at all.

Of course Meng Luo is trustworthy, but the more gentle and trustworthy this person is, the more creepy he feels.

I am not a character who can chat with each other intimately.

"Anyway, I'm getting more and more worried, so please let the master die first." The shop waiter said so, and slapped Shang Li with his palm.

In front of his slap, Shang Lilian took the table and smoothly slid back a foot away, just avoiding the inevitable slap of the waiter.

The shop waiter was taken aback, and looked at Shangli in disbelief.

At this time, Shang Li should not even be able to move his toes, how could he use his internal strength so flexibly?

He couldn't help but fix his eyes on the ground, only to see a pool of water stains on the ground where the chair was just now.

"What is this?" the waiter murmured in disbelief.

Seeing that he has lost his way, Shang Li can only show his cards.

Not installed.

He stood up from the chair, stretched out two fingers to the waiter, and saw a gurgle of water slowly emerging between the two fingers.

Although it was weak, it definitely couldn't be described as sweating.

"I'm really sorry." Shang Li looked at the shop waiter: "Because I never liked drinking, so I just learned such a side."

"This trick can be forced out, so the poison of forcing Meng Luo is easy to catch, but no one must have reminded you of this."

Shang Li said indifferently: "Because people who have seen this trick, except for my former drinking friends, almost all died."

The waiter took a step back, then ran away.

Shang Li quietly drew his sword and waved it casually.

Climb upstairs.

The sword light from bottom to top seemed to rise from a building, circling straight up, splitting the fleeing waiter in two from bottom to top in an instant, and splitting the entire second half of the restaurant along the way.

Snowflakes fell from the roof.

And Shang Li also saw the scene in the back kitchen of this restaurant.

Yes, Shangli asked before, could it be that there is only one waiter in this huge restaurant?
The answer is certainly yes.

At least in this huge restaurant, apart from Shangli, there is only one living person left, the waiter.

In the back kitchen of the hotel, there were seven or eight warm corpses piled up.

Among these corpses were customers, cooks, waiters, and accountants.

In short, because Shangli alone is about to come, they are all dead.

So this is the arena. After the seemingly heroic and chivalrous tenderness, after the layer of coat is stripped off, only the naked weak and the strong and the carelessness of human life are left.
"I am sorry."

Shang Li looked at the corpses and bowed slightly: "In such a cold day, I'm afraid no one will collect your corpses for a long time."

Before Shang Li could finish his sentence, several black shadows appeared from every corner of the restaurant that had been split open.

They did not attack Shangli, but fled towards the distance in unison.

Facing the uninjured No. [-] Under Heaven, they all knew that they had no chance of winning.

Only by escaping can there be a chance of survival.

Shang Li shook his head: "I still have a sword in my hand."

Saying so, he casually pointed out several swords towards the fleeing crowd.

Chaotic plum.

Spots of sword energy precisely pierced the chests of those fleeing, and they fell in the snow, and the red blood from the wounds stained the white snow red.

Just like scattered plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

And Shang Li finally walked over step by step, picked up the corpses that fell on the ground one by one, put them back in the restaurant, poured wine and grease on them, and then a raging fire ignited in the snowstorm .

Whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, Shang Li's descent always represents all kinds of troubles.

He couldn't choose not to go down this mountain because of these troubles.

Because whether you go down or not, the mountain is always here.

Outside the burning restaurant, black smoke rose into the sky with the flames.

Shang Li was still wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, and continued to walk in the snow, slowly moving forward.

"Next time, don't stay in the store."

(End of this chapter)