7 Killers

Chapter 5 - Love sickness Will Make You Grow Old

Part 1

The lamps in the inn shone brilliantly.

Two of the waiters who had just arrived were arranging chopsticks at one of the tables, and the seven finely dressed young women were sitting in a row of chairs. Some were whispering amongst themselves, others were sitting quietly, thinking.

The men who were coming to tear down the building had not yet arrived, but Liu Changjie had.

Kong Lanjun had told him not to act rashly, and not to come to this place.

Yet he came anyway.

He was the type of person who did things his own way.

As he entered the inn, everyone seemed to be frozen in shock—this was not who they were waiting for.

Other than those people, no one else should have arrived.

Liu Changjie seemed not to notice. He swaggered in and sat at the table the waiters had just set. "Bring me three cold appetizers, four hot dishes, and five bottles of 'Jia Fan.'"

"Jia Fan" was a famous brand of wine in Hangzhou. Experienced drinkers said that the flavor was even more satisfying than "Ku Niang" wine.

The waiters stood by, panic-stricken, unsure whether or not to pour wine.

This was not an ordinary inn, but Liu Changjie treated it as if it were. With a smile, he beckoned at the seven young women and said, "Come over here, all of you. A man drinking without a woman to accompany him is like a plate of food with no salt."

The young women looked at him, and he looked at them. They seemed too terrified to even move.

"I'm not a man-eating tiger," said Liu Changjie. "What are you afraid of? Come on over."

Just then, laughter rang out, delicate, like the sound of silver bells. And then a charming voice could be heard, "I'm here!"

When the laughter started, it appeared to be coming from very far away. But by the time the voice had finished speaking, its owner had already arrived. She flew in like a gust of wind, and sat down next to Liu Changjie.

She was a woman, and a very beautiful woman at that. Not just beautiful, but entrancing, especially her two eyes, which had the ability to charm a person to their bones.

If you looked at this person from all sides, you would say that from head to toe she was a woman, every inch.

Liu Changjie looked at her and laughed. "I want to drink with women!" he said.

She laughed charmingly. "Cant' you see that I'm a woman?"

"You don't look like one."

"How could I convince you I'm a woman?"

"Take off all your clothes, then we'll see."

Her expression changed and she giggled.

Suddenly, someone outside spoke. "It looks like our friend here has a lot of experience with women. He can't be fooled by a fake woman."

By the time these two sentences were uttered, there were five more people in the room.

One of them had a pale white face, and was dressed in expensive garments. Clean shaven, with wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, it was a middle aged man who obviously was "Little Fifth Omniscient" Tang Qing.

The huge, towering monk was clearly Iron Monk.

"Ghost Meteor" Shan Yifei and "Soul Enticing" Lao Zhao were both sickly and old in appearance, looking like thirty percent ghost and seventy percent killers.