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At the same time, noises came from the next room, and someone could be faintly heard exclaiming in a low voice, "Where is everyone?"

Chu He picked up the dagger from the bed and handed it to He Shi: "Take this, hide well, someone might call me."

Without saying a word, He Shi took the dagger, jumped out of bed, put on his shoes, ran to the wardrobe, opened the cabinet, and crawled inside.

As soon as Chu He stepped out of his room, three figures emerged from his room next door, and the two sides met face to face.

The three men were taken aback, and the leader shouted, "He's here!"

Before he finished speaking, he pounced on Chu He first, a cold light flashed in his hand, and a familiar short sword was thrust out, heading straight for Chu He's face.

Chu He lightly took two steps back to dodge the attack, and a cold light flashed in his hand. With a crisp sound of a longsword being drawn, the blade swept directly towards the waist of the person who was rushing towards him.

The attack was launched from a tricky angle, and the attacker twisted his body sharply backward, barely managing to dodge it.

At the same time, a dark shadow shot out from behind her, heading straight for Chu He, making a piercing sound as it cut through the air.

Chu He parried with his sword, only to feel his right hand go numb from the impact and a dull pain in the web of his hand.

The second-floor corridor was too narrow, so he took a step back, braced himself against the railing behind him with one hand, flipped over and jumped down, landing on the lobby floor.

Seeing this, the three people upstairs also jumped to the first floor.

One of the tall, muscular figures swung his long arm in mid-air, and the dark figure crashed down on Chu He again with a sharp screech.

Chu He dodged, and the dark figure slammed into the gate, blasting a large hole in it. Half of the wooden door then crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The moonlight, like water, poured in, faintly illuminating the faces of the group.

Chu He casually twirled his sword, the tip pointing directly at the three of them: "Wei Buyu, instead of running away, you've walked right into our trap. What, have your injuries healed?"

His tone was devoid of emotion, but Wei Buyu detected a strong sense of sarcasm in his words.

She gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at Chu He: "You weren't poisoned..."

"A mere trick," Chu He said. "The Jingmen sect is really going backwards these days, only capable of playing some low-class tricks."

The tall, burly man behind Wei Buyu stepped forward, bent down, and whispered, "Miss Wei, Old Poison hasn't made a sound for so long, he's probably gone."

"It's gone!" Wei Buyu said bitterly. "We gave him the best Dissolving Power Powder, and he couldn't even take down a brat. What a waste!"

The tall, muscular man paused, then fell silent.

He looked to be over seven feet tall, as tall as two Wei Buyukuai, yet he stood quietly behind the latter, bowing slightly, holding a thick iron chain in his hand. At the end of the chain was a huge, menacing meteor hammer, the very hammer that had smashed the door.

Wei Buyu looked at Chu He, who was standing with his back to the light, and then suddenly smiled after a moment.

The clear, melodious laughter of a woman echoed in the dimly lit lobby of the inn late at night, creating an inexplicable sense of eeriness.

"Chu He, you think you've got us cornered? Sure, if you weren't poisoned, the three of us combined might not be a match for you, but that kid traveling with you isn't so formidable, is he?"

Hearing Wei Buyu's words, Chu He's eyes flashed as he glanced towards the second floor.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the door of He Shi's room. Seeing Chu He looking at him, the figure casually waved down and then slipped into the room.

Chu He frowned slightly, stomped his foot hard on the ground, and leaped into the air, using the pillar for leverage to fly up to the second floor.

But the three people downstairs wouldn't let him have his way. The woman in black who had been following Wei Buyu without saying a word raised her right hand, and a whip more than ten feet long cut through the air, tightly wrapping around Chu He's ankle and pulling him down.

At the same time, Wei Buyu and the tall, strong man attacked Chu He simultaneously.

The four of them fought together, and Chu He was entangled and unable to break free for a while. He became anxious and his attacks became increasingly vicious, even resorting to injury to exchange for injury, in an attempt to escape as soon as possible.

Wei Buyu and the other two naturally saw through his intentions, so they used all their skills to desperately entangle him.

For a time, the outcome of the match in the lobby was uncertain.

Hiding in the closet, He Shi listened to the sounds of weapons clashing downstairs. He held the dagger to his chest, calmed his slightly accelerated heartbeat, and sat quietly without making a sound.

Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he discerned a footstep sound mixed in with the sounds of fighting.

Unlike the sounds of fighting downstairs, the footsteps were very close, as if they were coming from right inside the room.

He Shi held his breath and listened intently.

"Tap...tap...tap"

The footsteps grew clearer in He Shi's ears, and whether it was his imagination or not, the sound seemed to be coming from the direction of the wardrobe!

He Shi's heart, which had just calmed down, began to race again. He gripped the dagger tightly in his right hand and grabbed the cloak hanging in the wardrobe with his left, preparing to throw the cloak over the man's face as soon as he opened the door, and then stab him with the dagger.

The footsteps grew louder and louder; one didn't need to listen carefully to hear them before they slowly came to a stop at the wardrobe door.

He Shi swallowed hard, his eyes narrowed in the darkness, staring intently at the wardrobe door that was emitting a faint light.

It seemed as if a hand rested on the wardrobe handle, and the faint light flickered slightly.

"Squeak-"

The wardrobe door opened, and a dark figure poked its head in, turning slightly to meet the gaze of He Shi, who was hidden in the darkness.

In the blink of an eye, He Shi swung his cloak at the head, then lunged forward and stabbed it fiercely with his dagger.

"thump--"

He Shi was thrown out of the wardrobe by inertia. In front of him, the flaxen cloak lay on the ground, covering nothing.

His heart tightened, and ignoring the pain from his body hitting the corner of the wardrobe, he suddenly looked up.

The dark figure held a curved knife in its hand and was looking at him with a mocking gaze.

"Kid, you've got guts," the shadowy figure strode forward, kicked the dagger out of He Shi's hand, squatted down, and held a curved blade to his neck. "Too bad you're too slow and too weak. Tell me, what's your relationship with Chu He? Why has he been keeping you by his side all this way?"

He Shi glanced at the dagger that had been kicked into the corner, then lowered his eyes to look at the gleaming curved blade on his shoulder, and said nothing.

"Speak, and I'll let you go. Otherwise..."

The shadowy figure spoke calmly, gently extending the curved blade in his hand forward.

Feeling a sharp pain in his neck, He Shi's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he remained silent with an expressionless face.

"You won't talk, huh? Then die!"

The shadowy figure sneered, completely losing patience. With a slight exertion of his right hand, he was about to slit the trachea of ​​the arrogant fellow in front of him.

Just then, the wooden table behind him suddenly flew up out of thin air and slammed into his back.

The shadowy figure froze, instantly retracted its curved blade, and leaped up to cleave the flying table in two.

The wooden table, cleaved in two, crashed to the ground with a loud thud. The dark figure warily raised his curved blade, scanned the dark room, and said coldly, "Who's there? Show yourself!"