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In the wilderness, there are wild shops; strong winds and drifting sand.
The storm is about to come and the wind is filling the building.
The three oil lamps in the store were flickering. In the corner, which was flickering in and out, a man who looked like a down-and-out scholar was stroking his chest with one hand and making a fist with the other, staring at the creaking wooden door without moving.
After running for three days and three nights, his whole body was sore and exhausted, and he just wanted to have a good rest. If he could have a good meal or freshen up, he would be willing to pay ten times the price for it. But he didn't dare to relax at all. Relaxation meant that his life was about to come to an end.
The person he wants to hide is nearby, but the information he wants to send is thousands of miles away.
The wind outside the window became stronger and the rain poured down.
The heavy rain that made it difficult to move even in the dark made the down-and-out scholar relax his eyebrows. The tense hands in his arms slowly withdrew from the machine spring and poured himself a bowl of wine.
The ripples of wine light reflected the tired face, and even the sword light! In the pale white, thunder bursts like war drums, a gust of wind broke through the wooden door and went straight to the throat, and the killing move came suddenly.
He originally had seven ways to break this move, three ways to dodge, and one way to fight. However, several days of running away consumed his physical strength, weakened his will, and confused his judgment. Even the only weapon used to save his life was missing.
With this move, he didn't have time to do anything. He only saw his body falling and blood splattered all over the ground.
The night falls suddenly...