All the money was emptied on the way to exile, and there was too much money to spend

"Want to take a look?"

Xia Chan walked up to Xie Lin, stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and asked him softly.

Xie Lin looked back and saw that she was wearing pajamas. He immediately reached out and held her hand.

"Why don't you wear more clothes? It's windy here at night, don't catch a cold."

He rubbed her hands and pulled her towards the bed.

Xia Chan: "I'm fine, but you, do you want to go to Lucheng to take a look?"

Xie Lin pursed his lips, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Go ahead and take a look."

Xia Chan held his hand in return.

"Is it okay for Chanchan to be here alone?"

Xie Lin wanted to go to Lucheng to see the place where Xie’s army was killed.

But he was also worried that Xia Chan was not safe here alone.

After all, even though she was disguised, she was still as beautiful as ever.

In this place where all kinds of people gather, safety is really a concern.

Xia Chan found Xie Lin's words somewhat amusing.

"Don't worry about me. Have you forgotten whose apprentice I am? If someone really wants to do something bad to me, they will be the ones who will suffer."

Xia Chan still has this confidence.

With her comfort, Xie Lin finally nodded.

"I'll go take a look and come back before dawn at the latest."

If Xie Lin was alone, the round trip would be very quick. A distance of several dozen miles would be enough for one night.

But if you bring the summer cicada, the speed will slow down a lot.

"Okay, stay safe."

"Ah."

After seeing Xie Lin off, Xia Chan also stood by the window for a while.

The inn they stayed in was called Wankelai. Xia Chan and his friends' room was on the third floor, from which they could look down at the merchants and travelers coming and going on the street.

Although Yong'an is just a town-level unit, because it is a "no man's land", its level of bustle is no less than that of a big city.

Especially because it is a lawless area with forces from all sides, things like curfew do not exist at all.

It’s not that we don’t want to manage it, but the population is too complicated and we can’t manage it.

Xia Chan stood by the window looking at the night view of the street for a while, then she yawned and felt a little sleepy.

Just as she was about to turn around and go to bed, there was a knock on the door.

Xia Chan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards the door at the first moment.

"Who?"

She lowered her voice and pretended to be a man's to ask who was knocking on the door.

The voice of the inn's waiter was heard outside the door.

"Sir, do you need hot water?"

Hot water?

Xia Chan glanced at the time. It was probably past eight o'clock.

It is also possible to explain why hot water was delivered at this time.

But Xia Chan didn't need it because she had already taken a bath in the space.

"Need not."

"Okay, OK! Sir, do you need anything else? If you need anything else, just let us know and we will take care of it for you."

The waiter's attitude is very good.

Even through a door, Xia Chan could feel his humble attitude.

He must bend his waist slightly when speaking.

Xia Chan curled the corners of his lips.

In such a mixed place, the inn's waiters not only did not bully others, but their attitude was surprisingly nice.

This surprised her.

But from another perspective, maybe it's because there's a mix of good and bad people here, and the inn's waiters don't know if they'll accidentally offend some big shot, so their attitude is particularly nice?

Xia Chan thought about it and felt that both were possible.

But this has nothing to do with me.

After sending the waiter away, she lay down on the bed and tried to fall asleep.

I thought Xia Chan would have trouble sleeping after changing the place and without Xie Lin around. But I didn't expect that she would become fuzzy after closing her eyes for a while.

Soon, my eyelids seemed to be glued shut, and it was extremely difficult to move them.

Just as difficult as her eyes were her hands and feet.

She felt as if she was lying on the clouds, her hands and feet were so limp that she couldn't move, and she felt as if she had stepped into mud and was slowly sinking, bit by bit.

Before he completely lost consciousness, Xia Chan knew that something was wrong.

There are medicines in this room.

She was taking Chinese medicine without knowing it.

As the early morning approached, the bustling streets became quiet.

People who were shopping and doing business had returned home. The shops along the street were also closed. The whole town fell into sleep.

On the third floor of Wankelai Inn, the door of Room No. 6 was quietly pried open from the outside with a knife.

An extremely thin blade was inserted from the gap between the two doors, and with a slight push upwards, the bolt was moved.

The sound of the door being pushed open was as gentle as the breeze occasionally brushing past your ears.

In this quiet night, it does not seem abrupt at all, nor will it attract the attention of the sleeping people.

Walking around the screen at the door, I saw the bed on the right.

The quilt on the bed was standing high, and you could tell at a glance that someone was sleeping inside.

The man in black with a veil on his face opened his mouth and smiled silently.

He walked to the bedside very quietly, raised the dagger in his hand and slashed the neck of Xia Chan who was lying on the bed.

This is a fat sheep...

The man in black thought to himself, and his face became more and more proud.

It seemed as if I could see piles of gold before my eyes.

Just when the dagger in his hand was close to Xia Chan's neck, Xia Chan, who had his eyes closed and breathing weakly, suddenly opened his eyes.

The man in black was startled, but he had no intention of taking back the dagger in his hand.

Just as Xia Chan was about to be cut in the neck by the dagger and her head and body were separated, she suddenly disappeared.

The dagger in the black-clad man's hand missed.

He was originally determined to win, but when he looked at the empty bed, he once suspected that he was hallucinating.

"That's impossible. He was still here just now!"

How could it suddenly disappear?

The man in black spoke with a fluent Daqing accent, talking to himself and rubbing his eyes with his hands.

There was still no one on the bed.

This is strange.

Could it be that what I just saw was really an illusion?

Just as he was thinking this, Xia Chan's figure suddenly appeared on the empty bed again.

The appearance and disappearance of this person stunned the man in black.

Before he could react, Xia Chan raised his knife and cut off the head of the man in black with the scalpel in his hand.

A thin stream of blood spurted out.

Xia Chan's face was cold and his expression did not change at all.

The man in black fell to the ground with a thud. He lay on his back with his eyes wide open.

This is truly a case of dying with regrets.

The man in black really didn't expect that after committing so many murders and robberies in this inn, he would end up falling into the hands of a big fat sheep.

(Big fat sheep is what the men in black call their targets.)

Xia Chan lowered her eyes and glanced at the man in black who died with his eyes open. A cold smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

Want to plot against her?

That would be too naive.