The Sword God of the South

The Cong Lai Journalist Residence

The night has just arrived. The situation in the village that coincided under the White Cloud Mountain was still bustling. There are still a lot of people passing by. There are still many traders who sell their merchandise.

A handsome young man in all blue clothes, long black hair tied with ribbons, seemed to be walking down a large dusty street.

That young man was none other than Zhang Fei. He had just arrived in the village.

Now that the day had entered the night, he wanted to intend to find a restaurant. Although only a simple restaurant, it does not matter. As long as there is food that can enter the stomach, then he will visit it.

Coincidentally, not far from where it is now, it has begun to smell the aroma of cooking that is quite nose-piercing.

Zhang Fei was drowning. Looking to the right and left. It turns out that after being sought, the aroma of cooking came from the front there.

He could immediately see the source of the fragrance that had made his stomach even hungrier.

After that, he immediately walked towards there.

The restaurant he visited was a simple restaurant. Inside there are only a few tables. It is also dilapidated because it is eaten by age.

The owner of the restaurant is an old husband and wife. His age alone might have reached sixty years.

Zhang Fei sat in the corner. He immediately ordered food. Of course, he also ordered a wine jar.

"But, Young Master. Here there is only hard wine," said the old grandfather who approached him.

"Hard wine is okay. As long as it's really wine, I'll drink it," the young man replied as he gave a warm smile.

During his two years of living with his grandfather, Zhang Fei had indeed turned into a wine demon. Every day, he would drink wine.

Just a day without drinking wine, he would feel something was lacking.

For him, wine is a source of energy. Arak was his partner in every atmosphere.

Not long after, the old man came back. He brought a hard wine jar that was in his restaurant.

"Please, Young Master," he said as he kept the urn.

"Thank you, Uncle," Zhang Fei replied politely.

In front of him was wine. Without wasting any more time, he instantly opened the wine seal and downed it a few times.

At the time he entered the restaurant, the atmosphere there was still fairly quiet. Visitors are just a few people.

But now, some time later, one by one the tables contained in it began to be occupied by customers who were accustomed to coming.

The atmosphere inside the restaurant became boisterous. Some ordered food, others intended to pay.

Zhang Fei did not notice all of that. He behaves indifferently. Once the order had come, the young man even ate it straight away.

He eats casually. Very relaxed, as if he was afraid of choking on dishes that he devoured.

About fifteen minutes later, the young man had just finished all his food.

The food is over, the wine has been cut off.

Zhang Fei stood up, he walked over to make the payment. After that, he immediately went out from there.

He stepped back in the middle of the dusty highway. The atmosphere tonight is very bright. The moon appeared perfectly. The stars are scattered over the sky.

The beauty of the night feels even more perfect.

To the left of the street, there are many simple buildings. Be it a shop, or any other business.

There is also a group of young people who are enjoying the beauty of tonight with their respective lovers.

Without feeling it, he had already extended his legs far enough. Now he had arrived at the end of the village. Not too far away, there was a small town.

Although it is a small town, but from far away it has been seen there are many colorful lanterns that decorate the night.

He walked back. Approaching a bakpao merchant who was on the side of the road.

"Uncle, I want to buy a bakpao," Zhang Fei said.

"Oh, please, Young Master," the old merchant replied with pleasure.

"I want to buy three meat-filled bakpaos,"

Quickly the old merchant picked up the bakpao according to the order.

"Uncle, I'd like to ask you a question. You know where Journalist Cong Lai lives?" zhang Fei asked, looking for information.

"Oh, the home of Reporter Cong? It was there," replied the merchant while pointing forward. "Young Master just follow this path. The House of Reporter Cong is located at the end of the highway. There will be a big building, that's his house,"

"Oh, okay, Uncle. Thank you," he said, paying.

After obtaining the information, Zhang Fei immediately stepped on the highway. He deliberately did not use the science to relieve his body, because the atmosphere there was crowded. The young man did not want to be the attention of people. That's why he walked like everyone else.

After a while, he reached the end of the road. It turned out to be true said the old merchant, not far from there, there was indeed a large magnificent building.

Among the buildings around, it felt like the building was the grandest.

The atmosphere around there is very bright. Especially in every corner there are lanterns. But in front of the gate of the magnificent building there are no guards.

"Any," the young man murmured while frowning.

Why is there no guard at the gate? Was intentionally? Or are the guards resting?

Zhang Fei did not know for sure. Clearly, he was starting to feel something strange.

Since something was not right, then he immediately walked quickly towards there. As soon as it arrived, it turned out that not only were there no guards, not even the gate itself, nor were it locked at all.

He began to wonder. The young man went back deeper and deeper.

The atmosphere in the front yard, was also quiet!

In addition to the gurgling sound of artificial waterfalls in fish ponds, it feels like no more sounds can be heard.

Where are the people? Why doesn't there seem to be life?

Is it true that in such a large building, there is no life? If not, why are all the lanterns on?

At that time, without feeling the day had entered midnight. The atmosphere around the small town was also starting to quiet down. The first clap just sounded. Some people are going around controlling things.

The curiosity in Zhang Fei's mind grew even more. Especially after he witnessed all of this.

He walked deeper into the main door. Accidentally, his left hand pushed the door.

Blamm!!!

The door was opened wide!

Turns out the door wasn't locked. Again, no one.

But, he immediately smelled something. Something fishy. Like blood!

What the hell happened here?