Snow sealed the door, and a man wearing a cloak and carrying a spear opened the curtain and burst into the store. The two tattoos and gold seals on his face were particularly eye-catching. Lu Yun had been staring at him behind the counter for a whole year, waiting for the man with the mark on his face - if he guessed correctly, this was the man who killed Guanxi with three punches, uprooted weeping willows, and made a big fuss in the wild boar forest... But as soon as this man entered the door, he took off his knife and felt hat, scanned around, found an empty seat to sit down, and asked for two cents of wine.
