The roosters outside had already started crowing when Lin Yi dragged his slightly fatigued body into the inn.
Before entering Ouyang Qian's guest room, Lin Yi heard a series of agonizing wails coming from inside.
Pushing the door open, he saw seven or eight burly men lying in the cramped guest room, groaning in pain on the floor, their long swords twisted and shattered.
Seeing Lin Yi enter, the fat shopkeeper stood up angrily and strode forward.
"Someone's finally here, now that he's back, attack! Kill him!"
Although the voice of the fat shopkeeper was loud, it was ineffective like light drizzle, as the assassins around him were already lying on the ground unable to move, devoid of any strength to get up.
Lin Yi took a closer look and it seemed that the shopkeeper's small eyes were really open, at least some eyeballs could be seen.
