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Chapter 49 The best way to deal with the threat is to kill him

There are two martial arts schools on the street where Yuelai Inn is located, so the inn often receives disciples from these schools and decocting medicine is a common occurrence.

There is a special shed in the backyard of Yuelai Inn which is used to decoct medicine.

The inn's waiter pointed to the shed and said, "Sir, these medicine jars have been cleaned and the firewood is piled aside. You can just take them."

"it is good."

The waiter did not give up and tried to say, "Sir, our cook is an expert at decocting medicine, and it is fast and effective. If you pay another five cents, you can lie comfortably in the room for half an hour, and we will bring it to you. Do you want to give it a try?"

"No, I'll do it myself." Shen Qing still refused.

He thought it was better to be careful when going out.

Linfengtang has been around for so many years, and there is no need for it to tamper with the medicinal materials.

But he wouldn't dare drink the tea made by others casually. It would be safer if he made it himself.

Seeing that Shen Qing was still very persistent, the waiter stopped trying to persuade him, bowed respectfully, and retreated.

Half an hour later it was already evening.

The backyard of the inn was dyed golden by the afterglow of the setting sun.

The cold wind blew gently, and the various medicinal aromas in the courtyard intertwined, making people feel as if they were in a pharmacy.

Shen Qing picked up a khaki bowl filled with the freshly cooked and cooled Ten-Ingredient Tonic Recipe.

The medicinal soup glows a light golden color under the setting sun, emitting bursts of refreshing herbal fragrance.

Shen Qing tilted his head back and took the medicine into his mouth in one gulp. The bitter taste with a hint of sweetness immediately spread in his mouth.

As he swallowed the medicine, the familiar medicinal power began to slowly spread in his body, turning into warm currents that slid through every one of his meridians like silk.

The soreness in the muscles caused by practicing body movements during the day gradually became milder under this warm current.

It only took about an incense stick of time for the medicine to be completely digested and the last trace of soreness disappeared.

Shen Qing has recovered as before, his body is full of energy and blood, and he has become full of energy again.

He was somewhat amazed by the effect of the Ten-fold Tonic Recipe.

The last time I took it, I didn't train as much as I do today, and the soreness was mostly concentrated in the lower body, not as severe as I feel today.

As expected, Linfeng Hall has its own unique features.

It was an unexpected surprise.

After taking the medicine, Shen Qing returned to his residence under the guidance of the waiter.

Tian Xiaohu was careful this time and specially booked two rooms.

He had a separate room, and the remaining room was shared by Tian Xiaohu and Shen Xiaohu.

Shen Qing didn't waste his money and become a sucker.

Shen Qing and Tian Xiaohu greeted each other, exchanged a few words, and then returned to the guest room and closed the door.

When night fell completely, Shen Qing, who was dozing on the bed, sat up and walked to the window.

He opened the window and looked at the wet ground outside the inn, where the cold wind was blowing.

Shen Qing picked up a dagger, tore a piece of cloth to wrap his face, then jumped out of the window and landed as lightly as a cat.

He looked around and made sure that there was no one else outside the inn. Then he rushed forward and quickly disappeared into the alley.

……

In Wanfeng Building.

Wang Qiyao, one of the managers, finished a day's chores, pinched his sore wrist, and closed the account book.

He picked up a cup of tea from the table and took a sip: "We are almost done with today's work, it's time to go back."

Wang Qiyao stood up and habitually took out a large portion of the purchase money that had not been used up today and put it into his pocket.

Then he put the remaining part and the account book into a wooden box and locked it with a delicate little lock.

After pulling to make sure it was locked, he felt relieved to go out. The restaurant closed late, and it was already dark when Wang Qiyao walked out of Wanfeng Building.

At this time, there were already fewer people in the county town.

A lot of shady things pop up at this time.

Fortunately, his home is relatively close to Wanfeng Building, and he can get home in no time.

Even though he had some gold and silver on him, and with the background of the Song family, no one dared to take advantage of him.

His home is in a residential area in Pinghefang, and is a small courtyard.

Standing at the door of his house, Wang Qiyao found that the door was closed. He knocked on the door and shouted, "Open the door!"

After a while, the door opened from the inside.

A servant in the room lowered his head and respectfully stepped aside.

Wang Qiyao strode in and complained, "Why is it so slow?"

Without a word the servant closed the door again and lowered the bolt.

"Why are the candles still lit in the room so late at night? Don't you want money?" Wang Qiyao walked into the yard and turned around to scold.

Just as he turned his head...

boom!
Wang Qiyao was hit on the head and his head was covered in blood.

“Ah?!” Wang Qiyao screamed, feeling dizzy and unable to stand up: “How dare you! I am from the Song family, you…”

However, the only response he got was a handful of ash.

The broken wound on his head was stained with white ash, making a strange crackling sound, as if the top of Wang Qiyao's head was instantly opened.

Intense pain spread from the top of my head throughout my body.

However, Wang Qiyao had practiced martial arts before, so he quickly came to his senses.

Wang Qiyao looked at the masked servant in front of him, pointed at him and said, "Who are you? Do you know who I am? If you touch me, the Song family will not let you go."

He didn't pay attention when it was dark just now, but now he realized that the person who opened the door for him was not his servant, but a masked man.

This is his home!
He never thought that someone would come to his house and attack him.

It's really courageous!
It makes no sense!
Shen Qing had no intention of replying and turned a deaf ear to Wang Qiyao's warning.

His eyes were extremely cold, as if he was looking at a desperate beast, fighting its last battle.

Shen Qing seized the opportunity and took a step forward.

He had already mastered the ability to follow the poisonous shadow, and after a day of practicing the Lingfeng Finger technique, his movements were clean and neat, and he got behind Wang Qiyao in the blink of an eye.

Wang Qiyao seemed to realize something and exclaimed, "Please spare my life, sir!"

Unfortunately it's too late.

Shen Qing didn't hesitate at all.

A cold light flashed, and he cut Wang Qiyao's neck with a knife.

Then he quickly stabbed him in the chest several times, making Wang Qiyao die beyond all possibility of death.

"Hoo, ho..."

Wang Qiyao’s eyes were wide open, blood foam was gushing out of his mouth, and feces and urine from his lower body were flowing uncontrollably all over the floor.

Shen Qing quickly searched his body, then grabbed the package that he had already looted, and then rushed over the other wall and rushed out.

After landing in the alley, Shen Qing found the right route and ran wildly.

In his opinion, there is no need for all the bells and whistles to eradicate the threat.

The best way is to kill him!
When a person dies, the threat is naturally gone.

(End of this chapter)