An undetectable eye rune appeared in Horn's palm, as if his hands had eyes on his face. He saw the scene behind him from a strange low perspective and found three people following him sneakily.

The three of them were wearing old linen clothes, with hemp ropes tied around their waists, cloth shoes on their feet were covered in mud, and their faces were sallow and sunken eyes, which was a manifestation of long-term lack of nutrition.

One man had obvious black marks on his face, as if he had been injured by a blunt object, and he found another man with a blue-purple stick mark on his wrist.

Horn closed his eyes and his thoughts were like lightning in his mind. These three people were most likely refugees who were plundered by the gang, penniless, and had their ideas on him.

Yes, what else is a better prey than the self who is a refugee!

Unfortunately, they got the wrong partner!

A sharp look flashed in Horn's eyes. He decided to teach these bastards a lesson, but the traffic on the commercial street was high, and it was easy to attract patrols to take action here. He turned around and turned into the alley leading to the civilian area.

The alley was very narrow, and only two people could pass by side, and the three of them followed.

Horn quickly walked out of the alley, hid beside the exit of the alley, listening to the footsteps in the alley, and hearing the sound of trotting, he again confirmed that the three of them were inappropriate.

The three were about to run out of the alley, and Horn suddenly jumped out without saying anything nonsense. He stretched out his index finger forward, pointing at the three people who were frightened.

“rua!”

A moment of bright light flashed across the fingertips.

The three of them were on guard against being hit by the flash technique, and their eyes were white. They screamed in panic and tears were pouring out. They retreated in panic and waved their fists forward.

"Demon...magic?!"

It was not too easy to deal with a few panicked "blind men". Horn quickly stepped forward and raised his legs.

Quick! Accurate! Ruthless!

Family Planning Legs! x2

Accompanied by two crackling eggs in front and behind, the two front rows fell to the ground, their faces flushed and their bodies curled up, like two trembling shrimps.

The small space between the legs is a vital point for any creature. Once attacked, it will lose its combat effectiveness in a short time, but it will not endanger life.

The disadvantages are obvious, they give people a bad impression, they are prone to make enemies, and their advantages are also obvious. They can fight against the enemy cleanly without losing their lives.

Horn is a staunch pragmatist!

The last survivor looked at Horn with tears in his eyes. The influence of the flash technique was not over yet. He could only see a blurry figure, but his companion's fall had bought him some time. He pulled out the short knife hidden in his sleeve and waved the short knife while retreating.

"Master Master! Why attack us?!"

"Why?!Do you not know what you are?"

As the saying goes, killing the master with a random knife. Horn will not take any risk. He stayed in place and recited the spell in his mouth quickly.

Hearing the spell, the man panicked, and even cried: "Master! Stop me! I know I was wrong!"

Horn is unmoved. The first rule of survival in another world: benevolence to the enemy is to dig your own grave.

Ruyi rope!

A magic rope popped out of his hand, wrapped around the refugee who turned and fled, pulled him back, and raised his legs.

White crane breaks eggs and kicks!

There was another crackling sound of egg shattering, and another shrimp was sucking in the air on the ground.

At this point, the trio failed to rob, but was destroyed by Horn.

Horn dissipated the rope of Ruyi, and he was very confident in his foot strength. After this kick, these three bastards would not stand up within five minutes.

He bent down to pick up the short knife on the ground, and Horn's index finger and middle finger were brushed across the cold blade. This was an old hunting knife, which was a piece longer than the fruit knife. The linen wrapped around the hilt was almost turned black, but the blade with blood grooves was well maintained.

It just happened to be a self-defense weapon.

Thinking of this, he squatted down to get the scabbard tied to the sleeve of "Xiami". The second rule of survival in another world: maximize the benefits of each battle.

"The knife is mine! You can't take it away!" Xiami didn't know the strength, so she grabbed Horn's trouser legs.

Horn slapped Xiami's hand with a knife, causing him to shrink his hand back.

"You should feel glad that this is a civilized world, otherwise..." He made a neck wiping action, and Xiami was so scared that she shivered.

This is not a scare. He really does this. Article 3 of the law of survival in another world: If the enemy has the way to kill, he will never show mercy.

At the beginning of the journey, Horn had spared a refugee who tried to steal food because of his kindness, and also gave the refugee some food. As a result, the story of the farmer and the snake reenacted.

After that, he suffered two more defeats of killing snakes.

Gradually, he realized that this was not a previous life with a sound legal system. Kindness without bottom line would only be regarded as weak and bullied.

Horn didn't want to be bullied, so he formulated ten laws of survival in another world as his own code of conduct. Simply put, it is to use eye for eye and tooth for tooth.

Of course, Horn will never repay his kindness to those who are kind.

He successfully took the hunting knife and left the alley.

Horn travels through the narrow streets of the civilian area. Compared with the neat and bustle of the commercial street, the civilian area is much worse. The houses are dark and low, the roads are narrow, the stones on the paved roads are fragmented, and food residues are floating in the stinky ditches on both sides. The smelly smell of food and the stench of excrement are mixed in the air.

As he walked along the way, Horn found the Drunkard House, a two-story stone and wood mixed building. If he guessed correctly, the first floor was the kitchen and tavern hall, the second floor was the accommodation room, and a basement as a wine cellar.

There are many similar taverns in places where humans gather. For ordinary civilians who have worked hard for a day, it is a rare pastime to go to the tavern to drink a cheap ale at night. If you are lucky enough to meet a bard performing a show, it is worth boasting about for weeks.

This type of tavern is also the first choice for travelers who are short of money to stay. You can stay for four or five days with a silver coin, and there will be discounts if you live for a long time.

Of course, don't expect how good the service of this cheap tavern is. At best, there is a private space with a bed and a door.

Facing the strong aroma of wine, Horn walked around the entrance and saw the scene in the pub. At the entrance, there was a "u"-shaped oak bar. There was a door on the inside of the bar. The fragrance of food was wafting out from the door. The staircase on the second floor was facing the kitchen door. There were several sets of wooden tables and chairs in the pub lobby.

At this time, there were only a few guests in the hall drinking, and a bald fat man was lying on the bar, snoring soundly, and he thought he was the owner of the tavern.

Dongdong!

Horn tapped the bar twice, and the tavern owner raised his head in a daze, revealing his big red nose. He burped, looked at Horn, then looked at the dark night outside the window, stretched.

"Welcome to the Drunkard House! I am the owner of this place - Dad Parker! A young man from afar! Are you staying in a hotel! Or drinking! Or just want to fill your stomach!"

A smell of alcohol rushed towards him, and Horn understood why this tavern was called the House of Drunkards.

"Give me a room."

The tavern owner looked embarrassed: "Sorry! I forgot that the room was full!"

“Are there any other places to stay nearby?”

"It shouldn't be," the owner of the tavern scratched the head of a few hairs: "The hotels in the town have been full these days, and there are too many people fleeing. I suggest you eat and drink some wine from me, and maybe you can hand over to friends who are willing to take in at the table."

Horn frowned slightly.

There are too few families willing to take in strangers. It is not that everyone in this world has no sympathy, but that no one knows whether they are friends or jackals who are bringing in the door.

However, eating something is indeed a pertinent suggestion. He hasn't had a good meal for a long time.

"Boss, what are you eating?"

"It's so much! Mashed potatoes, stewed pork with vegetables, big buckwheat steamed buns..."

Horn ordered a few favorite foods and sat on the long bench in the tavern, tapping his fingers on the table. While he waited, he thought about how to solve the accommodation problem.

It is impossible to sleep on the street, and you will never sleep on the street in your life.

Although there is no danger in the wild at night, it should not be underestimated. Fringe people such as homeless people like to appear at night. They can strip people to their bottoms without leaving any left. If they win the lottery and meet some shameful existence, their lives will be even more worrying.

Not long after, the little maid from the tavern came to Horn with a dinner plate. She was a pretty girl, in her prime, but she had a pair of rough hands that were not commensurate with her age.

"Guest, please use it slowly," the little maid took off the food and turned around and was about to leave.

"Please wait a moment."
Chapter completed!