In truth, Hu Xiaotian's worries were unnecessary. Huo Shengnan had led troops against the Black Hu People on the Northern Frontier for years, fighting countless battles large and small. Death had been her constant companion, and to her, the dead were far safer than the living. The real danger was Hu Xiaotian, lying beside her. He might not have been a bad man, but he was certainly no gentleman. He had taken advantage of her more than once along the way, and the thought made her pretty face grow warm. While Hu Xiaotian listened to the sounds from the neighboring cabin, she quietly stood the greatsword upright between them, drawing a clear boundary once again.
Fortunately, what had happened next door had distracted Hu Xiaotian. Although he was not worried about the dead threatening them, the killer might well have been nearby. If it had merely been a revenge killing, there was nothing to worry about. But if the person who had slipped into the neighboring cabin had been a robber, they might continue sneaking into other cabins to commit more crimes. Naturally, Hu Xiaotian had to stay alert.
Each had their own concerns that night, and neither slept well. At dawn, a terrified scream rang out from next door. Hu Xiaotian and Huo Shengnan sat up at the same time. They knew someone had discovered what had happened in the neighboring cabin.
They washed up briefly, and before long, someone knocked on their door. When they opened it, they found the shipowner standing outside, his face filled with terror. Seeing that both were unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief, then pulled a long face again. "Something terrible has happened! Please come outside, gentlemen."
Hu Xiaotian asked a question whose answer he already knew. "What happened?"
The shipowner offered