I am the villain in the book

Wei Changtian and the others left Jinzhou City at dusk, slowly making their way to catch up with the main force that had already traveled three hundred li westward.

Chu Xianping had left half an hour earlier.

During the day, he had handed over all the affairs of the Heavenly Mystery Institute to Zhang San, relinquished the Mother-Son Jade and secret codes that granted the highest "communication authority" within the Institute, and then simply packed his luggage, left the city, and headed to Qingzhou, two thousand li away, to find the first "Crimson Firmament Sword".

Of course, before leaving, he had come to say goodbye to Wei Changtian.

"Young Master, rest assured, I will definitely bring all four swords back within two months."

"Mm, Brother Chu, thank you for your trouble."

"Young Master, Xin Feng's side..."

"Brother Chu, you don't need to worry about this matter, with me here, there will definitely be no problems."

"Alright, then Young Master, take care."

"Brother Chu, you too, take care."

"."

For those unaware of the inside story, this farewell between lord and subject seemed perfectly normal.

However, in Yang Liu'shi's ears, it carried a lot of complex emotions.

Especially Chu Xianping, who seemed to have some unspeakable secret, wanting to say it but unable to.

Of course, with Chu Xianping's acting skills, it was undoubtedly very easy to create such an effect.

Moreover, his parents had died early, and he had no siblings, and his only wife was living well in Da Shu. Yang Liu'shi really couldn't think of any weakness he could be threatened with.

Therefore, even though it sounded somewhat "unwilling", Yang Liu'shi still didn't change her opinion of Chu Xianping.

"Young Master..."

Looking at Wei Changtian beside her, she asked with some worry: "Will there be any problems sending Chu Xianping to find the swords this time?"

"Probably not, these four swords are useless in his hands anyway."

Wei Changtian shook his head, and finally glanced at the figure in the distance.

"Let's go."

"Soon everything will be clear..."

"."

Xu hour, two hundred li west of Jinzhou City.

Night fell, the moon rose in the east, the stars filled the sky, and the darkness enveloped the wilderness, bringing a chill.

"Da da da da, da da da da."

"Glug glug..."

The sound of horses' hooves and wheels grinding over the surrounding silence, a carriage and more than a dozen riders quickly passed by an inn beside the official road, causing the banner embroidered with the word "Inn" to sway for a while.

"Tsk tsk tsk, so majestic."

An inn servant stood by the road, watching the group of people, all on fine horses, disappear into the night, shaking his head and sighing, and then slowly lit the two lanterns hanging at the door.

Soon, a ray of light finally appeared in the dark wilderness, and the inn servant limped into the inn to start a fire and cook rice.

Obviously, this person should be a cripple, probably injured on the battlefield, and then arranged to guard the inn here.

Nowadays, there are many such veterans in various parts of Da Ning.

Although they all have more or less disabilities, they are all cultivators after all, so they can basically take care of themselves.

In addition, even for errands like inn servants, their military pay is far higher than the income of ordinary people, so these people's lives are mostly still good.

If they have a wife and children, it is enough to support the whole family.

If they are not yet married, it is enough to go to a brothel every now and then.

At least compared to those brothers who died on the battlefield, they are already extremely lucky...

"Huff ~ Huff ~"

"Damn it, the pickles are almost gone..."

Accompanied by the lazy snores of a few old horses in the stable behind the house, the crippled inn servant just put the cooked white porridge on the wooden table, and was now laboriously scooping pickled pickles from a half-person-high jar, his entire head buried in the mouth of the jar, looking somewhat comical.

"Counting the days, it's almost time for Lao Wang to replace me, I must go back to the city and find a good place to have a few pots of wine..."

"And Xiao Cui from Manxiang Tower, that delicate and tender little face..."

"Next year, I will definitely save enough silver to redeem her!"

"."

The muttering echoed in the not-so-large inn, and then stopped abruptly at a certain moment.

He trembled and tilted his head, only to see a short dagger with a faint glow pressed tightly against his throat. The dagger-holder could directly take his life with just a slight tremor of his hand.

There was no movement, not even any aura was detected.

The crippled inn servant knew that this person must be an expert, so he didn't even dare to beg for mercy at the moment, but leaned tightly against the edge of the jar, trying to support his body.

"Have you ever seen a black carriage?"

Soon, the person behind him opened his mouth coldly.

"See, seen..."

The crippled inn servant knew that the most likely way to survive at this time was to tell the truth, so he immediately stammered in reply:

"One, a quarter of an hour ago, it went west..."

"Whose carriage is it?"

The person behind him asked again.

"Little, I don't know..."

The crippled inn servant replied again without moving: "But, but it seems to be flying a Wei flag..."

"."

There was no sound, the person didn't ask any more questions, and the chill on the crippled inn servant's neck slowly receded.

However, before he could recover, a warmth suddenly appeared on his throat.

The crippled inn servant trembled and reached out to touch it, only to feel something sticky and slippery.

"Plop!"

The pickles fell back into the jar, splashing a few drops of brine, and the hunched body slowly slumped against the edge of the jar, with a dark red liquid slowly flowing along the stone cracks in the ground.

On the small wooden table by the jar, a bowl of white porridge still wafted a few wisps of heat.

"Father, why did you kill him?"

A slightly childish female voice sounded a few breaths later: "He didn't see our faces."

"But he knows we've been here."

A deep male voice replied: "This matter cannot be passed on to Wei Changtian's ears."

"Oh."

The woman responded, and her voice also became anxious.

"Father, now that we've caught up with him, let's hurry up and avenge mother!"

"Don't be impatient, father is not his opponent."

"Then what do we do?!"

"It's okay, father has his own way. For now, we just need to follow him..."

"."

The conversation between a man and a woman, one old and one young, quickly turned into the sound of the wind in the night, disappearing outside the small inn.

Obviously, they were father and daughter, and it sounded like Wei Changtian had killed their wife and mother.

However, if Wei Changtian himself were here, and saw this father and daughter with his own eyes, he probably wouldn't be able to recall ever doing such a thing.

After all, aside from the previous owner of his body, he had hardly killed any women directly or indirectly since he transmigrated.

So where exactly did these enemies come from?

"Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Under the moonlight, the speed of the two figures was very fast, and their faces were not very clear in the hazy silver light.

But if someone were really here, even if they couldn't see clearly, they should be able to feel that both of them were very unusual.

The man had starry eyes and sword-like eyebrows, and his aura was unfathomable. His strength was at least in the upper three ranks.

The woman had an extremely pure appearance, and the few patches of skin exposed were as white as snow. She looked young.

With her appearance, she would definitely grow into a stunning beauty in the future.

Thinking like this, her dead mother should also have been a peerless beauty.