Something's wrong with this demon.

"Brother Luo..."

He called out softly as he carefully used the dagger in his hand to lift the blankets on the bed.

At the same time, he held his breath, tensed all his muscles, and stood ready for battle.

The bulging blanket was slowly lifted.

However, there was no one below, only a few withered branches standing upright.

The shadowy figure was startled and hurriedly raised the dagger in his hand, quickly retreating to the corner behind him, his eyes looking around with suspicion and uncertainty.

What about people?

I clearly saw that kid in the first room just now!

He was both surprised and puzzled, thinking to himself, "I've been keeping watch outside the whole time, where did that kid leave from?"

Ok?

At this moment, the tinderbox in his hand wobbled slightly.

The dim, yellow light shone on the area beside the bed.

He suddenly noticed that a corner of clothing seemed to be peeking out from the darkness under the bed!

Under the bed!

That kid was hiding under the bed!

Overjoyed, his eyes gleamed as if a lost treasure had suddenly returned. He immediately lowered the tinderbox in his hand, gripped the dagger tightly in his other hand, and walked step by step toward the bedside, saying affectionately, "Brother Luo, what are you doing hiding under the bed? I'm not a bad person, I was just worried about your health and came to check on you. Come out quickly."

There was no response from under the bed, but the outline of half a dark shadow was visible.

"Brother Luo..."

A cold smile appeared on his face. He called out affectionately as he walked step by step to the bedside, then knelt down on one knee, slowly extending the tinderbox and dagger in his hand, and carefully lowering his head.

The dim light immediately illuminated the darkness under the bed.

The shadowy figure under the bed was immediately exposed!

—It was a black dress.

"Grass!"

He couldn't help but curse, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.

"Where did that little bastard go hiding?"

He stood up, raised the tinderbox in his hand, and searched every corner of the room again, feeling both annoyed at being tricked and anxious about not being able to find his target.

The more the other party acts this way, the more afraid and weak they are.

He must find it as soon as possible!

"There's only the third house left. Could that kid have hidden there? But how did he get there?"

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark figure in front of the window.

His heart skipped a beat. He immediately put away the tinderbox, squatted down, and slowly retreated to a corner behind him, hiding in the darkness.

Just then, a thin tube silently slipped through the crack in the window.

Then, a wisp of green smoke rose from the pipe.

Smoke quickly filled the entire room.

A moment later, the bolt on the window was quietly loosened.

The window is open.

A dark figure peeked into the house, then carefully climbed over the threshold, a dagger in hand.

He closed the window behind him, his eyes fixed on the bed, and then walked step by step to the bedside.

As he approached the bedside, he suddenly stopped, halting in place. Without warning, he abruptly turned around, a dagger flashing in his hand, and stabbed towards the corner on his right.

The first dark figure hiding in the corner suddenly leaped up, dodging the incoming daggers while thrusting out his own.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The two men moved with lightning speed, exchanging blows, but failed to hit their targets despite several attempts.

One was thin and small, the other strong and strong, but both were very agile and ruthless.

Just then, the first thin, dark figure, while dodging another attack, suddenly stepped on several iron nails, letting out a cry of pain and pausing for a moment.

In that instant, the strong, dark figure who had entered later seized the opportunity and slammed a punch into the other man's chest.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The first thin, dark figure was sent flying, crashing heavily into the wall behind him before tumbling awkwardly to the ground.

But he immediately endured the excruciating pain and got up, kneeling on one knee, raising the dagger in his hand in preparation for a desperate fight, his face contorted with pain, his eyes filled with the ferocity of a wild beast.

The strong figure who entered later was about to press his advantage when he suddenly stopped in his tracks, his facial muscles twitching.

It turned out he had stepped on a nail too.

The two men, each holding a dagger, stood facing each other in silence, one standing and the other kneeling, breathing heavily.

At this moment, it seemed that no one dared to make the first move.

No one knows which corner of this room holds a trap.

The Wang brothers, Long and Hu, serve as a cautionary tale.

They remained in a standoff for a while longer.

The small, thin figure kneeling on one knee suddenly gasped, "Boss? Is that you?"

The burly figure standing there seemed to pause for a moment upon hearing the voice, then said, "Chen Ju?"

The two were silent for a moment, then both let out a bitter laugh.

"We've been tricked by that cunning kid, haven't we?"

Chen Ju's tense tone seemed to relax slightly, but he still gripped the dagger tightly in his hand, and the muscles in his body did not relax at all.

"Looks like I got tricked by that kid. I thought you were him."

As Zhang Jiu spoke, he gripped the dagger tightly in his hand, his gaze still fixed on him.

Chen Ju said with a wry smile, "I never expected that the boss would be tricked by that kid time and time again."

Zhang Jiu narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean? This is my first time here tonight."

Chen Ju smiled and said, "Really?"

The two looked at each other in the darkness and fell silent.

The atmosphere froze again.

Chen Ju suddenly sneered, "I am indeed injured, but if the boss wants to kill me tonight, he probably won't get away with it. There are probably other people watching outside, and that kid might be waiting in the shadows. If the boss gets injured, how can he be sure he can leave here alive?"

Zhang Jiu remained silent in the darkness, not uttering a word.

After a few breaths, he slowly sheathed his dagger and said, "We're all brothers. Tonight was a misunderstanding. I hope Brother Chen won't take it to heart."

Chen Ju smiled and put away his dagger, saying, "Indeed, it's all a misunderstanding. I hope the boss won't take it to heart."

Both of them smiled.

The atmosphere seemed to instantly shift from tense to calm.

"Then I'll be leaving first."

Zhang Jiu didn't linger. He glanced at him again, then turned and walked towards the door.

He walked slowly, his feet barely touching the ground, afraid to lift them. The pain in his feet made his body tremble and his face turn pale, but he dared not show it.

He remained tense, extremely cautious of what was behind him, and slowly moved his feet towards the door, step by step, sideways.

Finally, he reached the door, opened it with trembling hands, turned around, and, enduring the excruciating pain, said in a deliberately calm tone, "Brother Chen, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, boss."

Chen Ju remained kneeling on one knee, a smile on his face, his tone equally calm.

Zhang Jiu looked into the darkness outside, gritted his teeth, lifted his foot, and pretended to leave as if nothing had happened.

As his figure disappeared into the darkness outside, Chen Ju, who was kneeling on one knee inside the house, suddenly swayed and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily while clutching his chest. At the same time, he looked down at the soles of his feet, his face contorted in pain, his whole body trembling, and his head covered in sweat.

"You wretched little bastard! You just wait!"

He hissed and gasped for breath, cursing viciously as he bent over, bracing himself with his hands on the ground, preparing to crawl out.

"Is Brother Chen insulting me?"

Unexpectedly, a cold yet familiar voice suddenly rang out above his head.