萧无痕手指一紧，握住刀柄的手青筋暴起。寺庙外头喊声又来了，这次声音不大，带着几分不耐烦，像是不耐烦地踹着门板。

"里面他妈谁啊？赶紧滚出来！"喊声粗粝，像砂纸磨着木头。

他眉头皱得更紧。这帮人...该死，来得真快。这两天总感觉有人盯着这破庙，果然不是他多心。

"谁他妈稀罕出来！"萧无痕压低声音吼了一嗓子，顺手把杀伐刀往怀里又揣了揣，冰冷的刀锋贴着胸膛，让他心里踏实几分。

outside the temple, the shouting resumed, this time with a grating impatience, as if impatiently kicking the door panels.

"Who the hell is inside? Get the hell out!" The voice was rough, like sandpaper grinding wood.

He frowned more deeply. These people... damn it, they had been following him around this ruined temple for two days. It wasn't just his imagination.

"Who the hell cares if I come out!" Xiao Wuhen roared in a low voice, casually sticking the Killing Blade back into his arms. The cold blade pressed against his chest, giving him a sense of security.

门板被踹得哐当响，木头碎屑纷飞。萧无痕眼神冷冽，抄起身边一根(duration)断裂的木杖， usability木杖不算长，但足够用来挡一下。他退到佛像后头，心里骂咧咧的。

“他妈的，又来找茬？”他低声嘀咕，“这日子没法过了，躲都躲不过。”

佛像后面堆着些破破烂烂的旧家具，萧无痕顺手抄起一个破柜子，用布一盖，自己则猫着腰，尽量不让自己露出来。