An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

Three groups of guests asked for rooms on the third floor, which puzzled the shopkeeper. He tried to figure out the reason, but he couldn't figure out what was so good about the third floor.

He looked up at the door and couldn't help but sigh: "There are so many weird people and weird things these days..."

But before he could say more, several groups of guests came in. Just like the previous three groups, they all asked if there were any rooms on the third floor. When they learned that they were all full, they were all disappointed.

Before the shopkeeper could speak, those who didn't live on the third floor immediately chose the second floor. After the second floor was full, people rushed to the first floor, the backyard, and even the woodshed.

Looking at the silver in front of him, the shopkeeper's eyes almost popped out. He wondered if he was the only inn and restaurant left in Luzhou City, otherwise how could he have such good business?

He didn't dare to hesitate, and quickly closed the door and hung up the closing sign. It's not that he doesn't want to do business, it's just that there's not even half a room left, and if there are more guests, they'll have to sleep in the lobby!

What he didn't expect was that even though the door was closed and the sign was closed, people still came from all directions. Seeing that the door of the restaurant was closed, these people didn't mind, and they all stood under the eaves or under the eaves across the street.

There were crowds of people.

The shopkeeper was shocked and quickly pulled a servant over, "What do you think they want to do?"

"Shopkeeper, I can't read a single word, how can I understand!" The servant was also scared, and his voice was trembling.

Pulling the shopkeeper to the corner, the servant pointed to the window and reminded: "Shopkeeper, I just saw that those people outside had green light in their eyes!"

"Ah?!" The shopkeeper swallowed his saliva and was too scared to look out the window.

He lowered his voice and asked: "If you say so, there are a lot of evil spirits in the room!"

"Yes." The servant said affirmatively.

"What should we do then?" The shopkeeper didn't care about the business at this time. It was important to save his life!

The servant looked around and advised: "Shopkeeper, just listen to me. Let's ignore those evil spirits for a while, cover our heads with thick quilts, and pretend to be deaf!"

"Then, what about my restaurant?" The shopkeeper stroked the counter with his palm, feeling reluctant.

"Shopkeeper, you are confused! If you have lost your life, what's the use of asking for money?" The servant reminded with a curled lip.

"I still have children!"

"Whatever you want, I will be the deaf man anyway!"

After saying that, the servant ran to the backyard in a hurry without looking back. Seeing this, the shopkeeper had no choice but to sigh helplessly, hesitate for a moment, blow out the candle, and walk to the backyard.

As the fire in the lobby went out, the whole restaurant slowly fell into silence, as if the people living inside were patiently waiting for the right time to come.

The rain continued, falling on the tiles, and the sound was very rhythmic. With the "click" sound one after another, time passed very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was halfway through the Chou hour.

At this time, a slight "creak" suddenly came from the silent restaurant. Although the sound was not loud, it could even be said to be inaudible, it was still heard by people with sharp ears.

In a blink of an eye, slight footsteps floated out, and hazy figures flashed in the dim light of the restaurant. Several black shadows, as if they had discussed it, moved towards the same room in different directions.

At the door of a room near the street, several masked men stopped at the same time, frowned and looked at each other, with clear vigilance and murderous intent in their eyes.

Several people were motionless and stalemated, staring at each other. At this moment, even the most imperceptible movement could lead to serious consequences.

After a few breaths, there was no change in the few people. At this time, the man on the left side of the door slowly raised his hand and pointed at the door.

His meaning was very clear: Now is not the time to fight, the people in the room are important!

The others understood what the man meant, and after a moment of contemplation, they all nodded. It was considered an agreement to deal with the people in the room first, and then rely on their own abilities.

After the discussion, the tense expressions of several people gradually eased. It was still the man standing on the left side of the door who took out a bamboo tube from his back, stretched it into the room along the crack of the door, blew hard, and a small stream of white smoke spread into the room.

He nodded, raised his hand and stretched out five fingers, and the meaning was very clear: wait five breaths before going in.

Seeing this, the others also nodded, and counted "one, two, three, four, five" quietly in their hearts. After five breaths, no one rushed to push the door in, but looked at the previous person.

The inquiry in his eyes was very clear: Can I go in now?

He frowned and calculated the time, then nodded.

Seeing that the instigator had expressed his position, several people at the door could not wait to step forward, and rushed to put their hands on the door.

The next moment, the door was pushed open. Several people quickly occupied the windows and doors, and when they were sure that there was no way to escape, they moved step by step to the bed.

Two people held the curtains on the left and right, and after the others nodded, they pulled them open together. The others took out their swords and stabbed at the bed.

But soon, they realized that something was wrong: after so many stabs, it would be fine if there was no blood splashing, but why did they feel hardness on their hands?

This is not the feeling of a sword entering the body!

"Stop!"

Someone stopped his hand, turned his head and looked around and whispered: "It doesn't feel right! It doesn't feel like a sword entering the body, but it feels like stabbing on wood!"

"Yes, I feel the same way!"

"Me too!"

After being reminded, they stopped, stepped back one after another, and stared at the bed. Unfortunately, there was no moonlight tonight, and although it was close, it was blurry and unclear.

"Who brought a fire starter? Light it up quickly, it's so dark here that I can't see anything!"

"I have it, I have it!"

Someone spoke in the darkness. Without waiting for long, a small fire lit up in the middle of the people and slowly pushed to the front of the bed.

Although the light was not bright, it still illuminated the small bed. The people in the room also used the firelight to lift the quilt on the bed little by little.

There was only a pillow and a quilt left on the bed except for the hole pierced by the sword. Not to mention the living people, there was no breath of the living people at all!

"Ah?"

"Where are the people in the room? How could they disappear!"

"No one? How is that possible?!"

"Did anyone pass by the window or door?"

"Not even one! We were staring at them! Nothing!"

"That's right, no one passed by!"

In the room, several masked men in black looked at each other, all standing by the bed in a daze. For a moment, no one could come to their senses.

"Light the lamp!" someone shouted angrily.

As the light of the fire starter flashed, the room was quickly filled with flames, but until the room was bright, no one could be found.

Not even one!

As the light in the room lit up, a window of the pagoda not far away slowly closed.

"Haha, I was right..."

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