Chapter 520 Absolute Calm

A'Ming was excited now, but beneath this excitement lay an absolute calmness.

"A'Li."

"Yeah."

"I thought I was on the second floor, but I didn't expect that Leopard Gate Inn to be on the third, or even the fifth floor."

"You're making me hungry."

"A'Li."

"Yeah."

"I don't know if that thing is conscious now, standing or lying down; I don't even know how much strength it can exert right now.

But,

do me a favor,

help me catch that thing."

"Yeah."

A'Ming reached out, and Fan Li squatted down, allowing the esteemed A'Ming to place his supreme hand on his right shoulder.

"Let's not talk about owing favors, it's hypocritical."

"Yeah."

"Next time, if you have something to say, just say it. Of course, except for chopping off Master's head."

"Huh?"

Fan Li frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with this prerequisite.

But,

as Demon Kings,

they actually have an obligation to help other Demon Kings find a way to "break the situation."

Without "one," any number of zeros is useless, and the Demon Kings were previously waiting for that "one."

The Sword Maid spoke at this moment.

"So, the people in that inn aren't simple?"

"That's right, we underestimated them. They didn't dare to expose themselves, they were dealing with us."

"And we're going back now?"

A'Ming nodded, "Yes, back to find what I want."

"Will it... be dangerous?"

"Yes, it's very dangerous."

"Then we're still going?" the Sword Maid asked.

A'Ming said, "This is the *jianghu* (martial world), once you're in the *jianghu*, you have no choice."

"..." Sword Maid.

"We've already stirred up the hornet's nest," A'Ming added, "In this situation, I can't bear the pain and cost of losing it, so even if it's dangerous, I have to go."

This wasn't a question of being cost-effective, nor was it a question of risk control.

It was simply,

that thing,

I had to have it;

with this as the premise, anything else was insignificant.

"I think that walking the *jianghu*, it's best to be as safe as possible. Our Marquis's manor... no, our gang members, after all, number nearly one hundred thousand."

Earlier, the *jianghu* feeling the Sword Maid wanted was facing that group of fleeing barbarian bandits, which might be a bit tricky, but the difficulty was just right.

But now, the Sword Maid looked at A'Ming's expression. Although she didn't know what a so-called "high-level vampire" was, it would definitely be extremely dangerous, far beyond the ordinary scope of the *jianghu*.

A'Ming nodded,

and said,

"You're right."

The Sword Maid smiled. Today, she was finally praised once, as if the previous slaps didn't hurt so much anymore.

A'Ming untied a waist tag from his waist,

and threw it to the Sword Maid.

The Sword Maid reached out and caught it.

"This is..."

"You go to the nearby military fortress, or find the nearby Marquis's garrison. Blind Man said that this waist tag should be able to mobilize up to a thousand cavalry.

You're responsible for mobilizing the troops."

"Me?"

A'Ming nodded.

"Your burden is heavy."

The Sword Maid felt absurd.

Then,

A'Ming and Fan Li began to walk back,

at first walking,

then,

A'Ming almost leaped up, and Fan Li also started running.

In the Sword Maid's eyes,

they looked like two children who were extremely excited after seeing a new toy.

She lowered her head, looked again at the waist tag she had just received from A'Ming, and looked around.

She used to hear storytellers tell stories,

it seemed that "spare his life" had to be shouted just before the execution;

therefore, the Sword Maid felt that her sense of mission was very heavy, as if the scene of A'Ming and Fan Li being seriously injured and subdued had already appeared before her eyes, and then she led a group of knights to charge out and rescue them.

She closed her eyes,

took a deep breath,

and then opened her eyes again.

Interrupting her reluctant fantasy, the Sword Maid clenched the waist tag in her left hand, held the sword in her right hand, and ran in one direction.

………

Leopard Gate Inn;

The corpses in the stable had been disposed of, and the blood stains had been washed away.

Blind Man had joked that once the world was at peace and the *jianghu* was no longer easy to navigate, these children of the *jianghu* could go to funeral homes without any problem, since destroying corpses and erasing traces was their specialty.

A'Ming's face slowly emerged from the greenery on the hillside opposite the inn.

Beside him, Fan Li was lying there, weaving a straw hat. He was weaving it quickly, put it on his head, and even reached out to poke A'Ming, asking him to look at his craftsmanship.

A'Ming was observing the situation, but he had to spare some attention to deal with this idiot;

he couldn't scold him, otherwise, if he patted his butt and left, A'Ming wasn't afraid. He dared to rush in alone, but the problem was that without Fan Li's help, his chances of success would be lower.

That high-level vampire couldn't possibly be lying in bed, waiting for him to take him, right?

"Good-looking, good-looking," A'Ming said perfunctorily, and then added, "A'Li, I've thought of a good idea."

"Yeah."

"You attack from the front, and I'll sneak in from the back door. This method is very clever, right?"

Fan Li's eyes widened as he looked at A'Ming.

A'Ming asked, "You don't think it's appropriate?"

Fan Li said,

"No armor."

In the past, when charging into battle or attacking cities, Fan Li would put on the iron armor made for him by Xue San, like a war beast with strong defense.

In that battlefield environment, surrounded by his own soldiers, Fan Li, although conspicuous, was usually not in great danger unless he was surrounded.

But now, he had no armor on his body. If he rushed in from the front door, he would immediately be besieged by a group of *jianghu* experts.

At that time, he would be held down in close combat, and hidden weapons and arrows would "swoosh swoosh swoosh" from the periphery.

Fan Li seemed a bit silly, but that didn't mean he was stupid, unlike Li Yuanba, who was fooled into scolding the heavens on a stormy day.

"Or, you can go to the door and shout a few times?" A'Ming said, shaking his head, "If we don't hold them back, they might transfer immediately."

Just then,

a shout of killing suddenly came from inside the Leopard Gate Inn.

A'Ming and Fan Li were immediately startled and looked towards the inn.

The shouts of killing were intense, accompanied by screams, and even a piece of the door panel was directly split open, which should be the result of sword energy or saber *gang* (internal energy) leaking out.

"Damn, someone wants to get there first," A'Ming licked his lips.

Originally, he had one most passive method, which was to gamble that the people in this inn would not leave or transfer within a day. He and Fan Li would just watch here, waiting for the Sword Maid to mobilize the troops.

At that time, surrounding this inn would solve the problem no matter how big it was.

Now it seemed that they couldn't wait passively, because after his performance with the Marquis's gold ingot in the first half of the night, even if this inn was still a black shop, it would be honest tonight and would not do anything conspicuous.

After all, the power of the Pingxi Marquis's mansion in Jindong was unparalleled.

"A'Li, do this, you do what you think is best. You don't have to carry it personally, but you can stir up the water further. You go through the front door, and I'll go through the back door. Let's split up."

Fan Li nodded,

and said,

"Okay, let's split up."

Originally, he planned to be reckless,

after a series of thoughtful and meticulous plans plus an unexpected event,

in the end,

he still had to be reckless.

Fan Li rushed towards the front door,

while A'Ming began to detour.

First, from Fan Li's perspective, Fan Li, in one breath, raised his double axes and rushed to the front door of the Leopard Gate Inn.

The door was closed, but a piece of it had been broken open next to the door.

Fan Li put his eyes to the crack in the door and stared inside.

Inside, people were fighting, which was nonsense, but the problem was that a group of people were besieging one person.

Among that group of people,

there was the hunchbacked waiter and the proprietress who liked to lick her lips like A'Ming.

The one dealing with the siege was a swordsman, the one who was sitting there alone eating when they entered the inn during the day!

Fan Li sighed,

sure enough, he knew martial arts.

It was a pity that

he wanted to test him during the day, but A'Ming stopped him.

That swordsman's martial arts were very high, and he still strolled leisurely in the face of the siege.

Moreover, every once in a while, he would kill someone.

The besieged party was like a hunter;

the besieging party was more like prey actively queuing up to be delivered.

Gradually,

Fan Li found that the people on the inn's side, with constant casualties, were beginning to collapse;

Fan Li felt that this wouldn't work. He moved his eyes away, raised his axe, and drilled in from the broken opening on the other side.

Inside the inn, there were hanging kerosene lamps, as well as braziers and torches, plus small fires caused by the fighting, so the light inside was sufficient.

Fan Li came in,

and before the inn and the swordsman could react,

Fan Li raised his axe and launched a charge at the swordsman.

Many times, Fan Li seemed to be missing a screw, but in fact, he could always keenly grasp the essence of things.

For example,

if he didn't join, this group of people at the inn would collapse.

If they collapsed, there would be no fun, and how could A'Ming fish in troubled waters?

Therefore,

the number one charging general under the Pingxi Marquis's mansion, the guard of Fengxin City, and the number one warrior under the Demon King - Fan Li,

joined the battle.

Fan Li jumped up, and with one axe, he struck with the force of splitting a mountain!

But because this was two axes coming together,

Fan Li shouted:

"Double bloom!"

The swordsman blocked with his sword,

"Clang!"

Fan Li only felt his arms go numb, and he staggered back. Fortunately, he didn't drop the axe, and both were still there.

With a flick of his wrist, Fan Li wanted to turn the axe to adjust the soreness and numbness in his hands, but a mistake caused both axes to fall to the ground.

"..." Fan Li.

The swordsman wasn't knocked back, but even with his strength, blocking Fan Li's two axes with one sword felt like a dull pain in his chest.

This had nothing to do with realm, martial arts cultivation, or experience; it was just a head-on collision that caused internal injuries.

Over here, the proprietress and the waiter were also a bit dazed when they saw Fan Li's sudden appearance. What was going on?

Fan Li bent down, picked up the axe again, and continued to pounce on him.

This time, the swordsman was prepared. He no longer faced it head-on, but used his sword *gang* to cut out a gap, forcibly forcing Fan Li to withdraw his axe, and then his sword followed closely, slashing at Fan Li in a flurry of cuts, his sword speed was astonishing.

In the end,

the sword tip flicked up and the blade slashed at Fan Li's wrist.

Fan Li immediately let go of the axe and retracted his hand. He knew that if he continued to persevere, his hand would be cut off.

He didn't have A'Ming's ability, so he decisively admitted defeat.

At the same time, the axe in his other hand was directly thrown out, forcing the swordsman to leave a sword to block. Fan Li then took advantage of this opportunity to quickly retreat and distance himself.

The swordsman continued to follow closely, chasing with a single sword.

At this moment,

a string of silver needles suddenly shot out from the proprietress's hand;

originally, using silver needles as hidden weapons was not very effective, because it was difficult for these silver needles to withstand a wave of sword *gang*, but the silver needles thrown by this proprietress actually exploded into white powder in mid-air.

This was not something that *gang qi* could solve. If not handled carefully, this toxic powder would instead be accelerated and dispersed by the impact of the *gang qi*, spreading to oneself.

Therefore,

the swordsman retracted his sword in time and retreated, while exerting force in his palm to forcibly form a wall of wind with his *qi*, blowing away all the powder and the remaining silver needles.

Although Fan Li lost two axes, he eventually retreated, and he unhesitatingly picked up a corpse from the ground, grabbed the corpse's feet, and stood still;

this was just picking up something to defend himself.

The proprietress didn't ask why he came, although she knew that Fan Li was likely backed by the prestigious Marquis's mansion;

the swordsman didn't ask who he was either, and it was precisely because of Fan Li's appearance that the swordsman suddenly became a bit more urgent, no longer as leisurely as before, playing cat and mouse, but instead actively attacking to seek a solution.

The three parties did not communicate, and soon fell into a melee again.

…

On the other side,

A'Ming also took advantage of the fighting in the lobby to enter the inn.

"First of all, the stable is impossible."

Since the stable could be arranged for that group of barbarians with dubious identities to live in, it proved that there were no secrets there.

"The guest rooms on the second floor are also unlikely."

Because this inn was very dilapidated, and it should have been built with shoddy materials.

"Then it should be on the first floor. The most dangerous place is also the safest place, and at the same time, it should be the most inconspicuous and active position among the inn's own people."

A'Ming came to the kitchen.

"There should be a cellar in the kitchen to store some things."

A'Ming lowered his head,

and saw the pull ring under the large table in the kitchen.

A'Ming squatted down, reached out, and grabbed the pull ring.

"If there's the smell of sauerkraut or blood below, then it's not it. If it's another smell, then it is."

A'Ming opened the cellar cover,

and a fragrant floral scent wafted out.

A'Ming wasn't too happy,

but instead, the corners of his mouth twitched,

and he cursed to himself;

"Damn, there's no aesthetic sense with any technical content."

Such a valuable existence,

to be placed in such a sloppy way,

was simply a blasphemy!

It was like a group of heroes killing each other for the treasure map of the Manchurian Dynasty, and finally putting together the treasure map. When they determined the location of the treasure house, they found that it was actually in the national treasury!

A'Ming shook his head,

and walked down the cellar.

In the fragrance, he smelled the scent of blood.

Charming, sweet.

Then, A'Ming saw the water vat. He picked up a ladle, scooped out some blood, and tasted it.

"Hmm..."

The taste was okay.

He wiped the corner of his mouth and looked around. He saw a bed, but there was nothing on the bed.

Everything seemed logical,

but at the most critical step,

it was empty.

This was somewhat unacceptable to A'Ming. He could tolerate aesthetic flaws in the process, but he couldn't allow the result to be empty.

He walked to the bed,

reached out,

and placed his hand on the bed.

There was no heat,

but there was a chill.

Thanks to the fact that it was summer now, the cellar would be drier, but it wasn't an ice cellar.

Others would touch the residual warmth in the quilt to prove that the person hadn't escaped far, but A'Ming was the opposite.

"Fresh blood, there's no mistaking it," A'Ming said while looking around again.

The cellar wasn't big.

Slowly,

A'Ming raised his head,

and looked at the top of the cellar.

Above,

there was an old man's face,

originally,

it was slowly descending silently,

when A'Ming raised his head,

the distance between the faces of the two sides was probably only about one decimeter.

A'Ming tilted his head slightly to the left, and the old man above also tilted his head.

Between each other,

they were like two hounds, observing each other suspiciously after meeting.

A'Ming smiled,

but the old man was stimulated by this smile, and two fangs overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

A'Ming's smile became even brighter.

Things,

were better than he had expected.

What a fresh blood bag, what a fascinating future.

Power,

once,

glory,

even if it was far from fully restored, it could allow him to have a high-level posture that surpassed other Demon Kings at this moment.

In fact,

although the Demon Kings had been painstakingly researching ways to break free from Master's shackles,

it was only to break free for the sake of breaking free,

the fundamental purpose,

wasn't to rebel against Master.

Moreover, as Zheng Fan's position rose higher and higher, his transformation became greater and greater, gradually fitting the Demon Kings' imagination of a Demon King;

what's more, Zheng Fan also bore the title of "Godfather."

With him,

everyone could gather together under a name.

In short, as long as the crux of the matter that everyone might die suddenly if that Master died still existed, the Demon Kings couldn't openly rebel, or even leave this team to be free.

It wasn't fear of death,

fear of death wasn't really the first element for the Demon Kings,

but the feeling and the result of something happening to Master while you were doing something in another place,

and you inexplicably dying along with it, was truly unacceptable to the Demon Kings.

But the problem was,

Master was a waste, although his martial arts talent was good,

the Demon Kings were never satisfied, and their desires were hard to fill. In terms of restoring strength, it was I want, I want, and I want more.

If you had to blame someone, you could only blame Master for not being a genius like Tian Wujing.

Of course,

if Master was Tian Wujing, it didn't seem like too good a thing for the Demon Kings.

Here, with A'Ming,

thoughts were turning in his mind,

but the surprise on the face of the old man facing him,

began to dissipate, and a smile also appeared,

and he said:

"To think that I would find such a delicious meal here... Praise the ancestors."

A'Ming's smile,

began to turn reserved,

and he said:

"I accept your praise."