Scholar Yin led her into the back kitchen in many twists and turns, turned around and said calmly: "Don't come out, I'll send them away."
"Are you okay?" Ming Lanruo frowned, a little worried.
Those soldiers were not as well-trained as the elite around the prince. They looked like gangsters who were used to bullying men and dominating women. They drank too much and it was difficult to give up.
The hidden scholar smiled inexplicably: "Don't worry, I have my own way."
"You...be careful."
Ming Lanruo watched him turn around and go out, unable to stop him, so she could only wait quietly in the kitchen.
When the hidden scholar returned to the lobby, a group of soldiers surrounded him angrily.
"Where did you hide that little bitch? Our captain died while you were here. How much money is your boss going to take in compensation?!"
"If you don't pay compensation, I will smash your little shabby shop and arrest you and behead you!"
Scholar Yin raised his eyes and looked at the ferocious-looking officers and soldiers in front of him. He curled up his thin scarlet lips in amusement and said, "The prince is such a loser. He actually created such a thing as you."
The officers and soldiers were stunned for a moment, almost suspecting that they had heard wrongly, and scolded him viciously: "What did you say, you untouchable, that you don't want to live anymore?"
The delicate scholar suddenly stretched out his hand and spread his palm: "Do you want compensation?"
A group of soldiers' eyes suddenly widened and they looked at the ingot of gold on his white palm in disbelief.
"Heaven, it is gold...gold!"
"The owner of this inn must be very rich, and what's more, our captain's life is not enough!"
A tall soldier with a greedy face pointed his sword at him and roughly reached out to grab the gold in his palm.
The hidden scholar narrowed his eyes and casually tapped the tall soldier's neck in front of him with his fingertips.
The man suddenly screamed "Puff!" and involuntarily fell to his knees on all fours.
Scholar Yin casually flicked his sleeves at him, and the soldier's head clicked, his eyes popped out, and he was no longer breathing, but his limbs were still lying firmly on the ground, like a "stool"
The hidden scholar lifted his robe gracefully and sat lazily on the "human stool".
"What did you do to him and you still don't get up!" A soldier pointed a knife at him in horror and yelled.
The hidden scholar curved the corners of his delicate lips, his beauty mark was scarlet and cold: "Ah... it's so noisy."
As he spoke, he closed his palms, and the ingot of gold was crushed into powder in his palms.
The soldiers were stunned, and before they could react, he turned his fair and slender palms, the cold wind gathered in his sleeves, and the golden powder condensed into a strange golden mist in his palms.
He raised his hand casually, made lotus seals on his fingers, and waved his sleeves lightly.
The gold powder actually carried the strong wind and fiercely covered the dozen soldiers.
They didn't even have time to run. The moment the golden dust touched their faces, everyone froze.
The fine gold powder actually penetrated their heads, leaving countless tiny holes on their faces.
Their faces were distorted, their eyes popped out, and blood mist erupted from their mouths, but they couldn't even scream.
A group of five-strong and three-strong soldiers held down their necks and all died. The scene was strange and tragic, leaving only the smell of blood.
He narrowed his slender eyes and took a breath of the bloody smell in the air: "It's really...the annoying stench has been cleaned up."
"Yes!" Dozens of mysterious black shadows floated out from nowhere and quickly and quietly began to deal with the scene.
The hidden scholar sat on the "human stool", lowered his head, took the handkerchief, and carefully wiped off the remaining gold powder on his fingers bit by bit. The corners of his slender eyes turned a sickly and sinister red.
I don't know why, but the excitement and stimulation after the killing made him feel more irritable now.
It can't calm him down like usual, why?
Because his little wife said...she doesn't want to like him anymore?
Oh......
He had to find something to calm himself down. He liked being calm.
