The night is clear, the sky street is like water, and the wind is slightly cold.

The cold wind howled in the city, the cold rain like the plum rain was dripping, and the dripping rain on the bluestone floor gathered into a depression, causing ripples in circles.

The rain curtain beads, there are few pedestrians on the street, most of them are in a hurry, tighten the clothes on their bodies, and leave quickly with oil-paper umbrellas.

The lights of thousands of homes in the city expelled a little bit of the coldness of the night rain.

On the roof of a private house, two black figures stood here as if they were beaten by iron, letting the rain and wind blow.

Hat, black robe, red demon mask.

The rain slid down the pattern of the hat, revealing a red light from the eyehole of the mask, which seemed to be able to penetrate the night, and the three-hooked jade slowly rotated.

Yang Ming stared at the old goose on the street, if he wanted to make a bad idea, Yang Ming immediately turned around and left, killing the captive Bule and Tianya.

Even if he doesn't think about himself, Lao Goose will definitely think about the future of the two brothers.

The words are divided into two ends.

The old goose's face was as pale as dirt, and his two obscene eyes were spinning, constantly scanning the surroundings.

After Bule and Tianya were captured by Yang Ming, in order to rescue the two of them, Lao Goose agreed to the task assigned to him by Yang Ming and came to the hospital to confirm the existence of a person.

The name of that man, which the old goose was very familiar with, was Bishop Besca.

The moment he received this task, the old goose was extremely shocked in his heart, and he knew with his toes that after the main hall of the martial soul was inexplicably blown up, the people who would actually go to inquire about Bishop Beska must be uneasy.

But what can he do?

Do you want to report it to the Wuhun Palace?

This thought flashed in his mind, but the old goose knew very well that his every move was under the nose of that mysterious young man, if he made any rash moves now, not to mention that the two good brothers died immediately, he would also be hated by that mysterious young man.

Thinking of the girl beside the mysterious young man, the old goose couldn't help but secretly swallow a mouthful of saliva.

It's horrible.

Lao Goose really couldn't understand why someone could be so powerful without using martial souls and soul rings.

Could it be that the woman was a fierce beast in human skin?

The old goose shook his head slightly, he is also an old Jianghu, don't look at the calm that Soto City has returned to the past, but in fact, since the destruction of the main hall of the martial spirit, many forces have gathered here, it can be said that the place where the wind and clouds converge, I don't know how many Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon people are here.

I must have hit the iron plate!

Sighing again for what happened to him, the old goose raised his head, once again confirmed that the hospital in front of him was the destination of the mission, and immediately stepped in, put away the oil-paper umbrella, and left wet traces on the smooth bricks.

The old goose didn't notice that the moment he entered the hospital, the beggar who had been staying on the side of the hospital entrance and was pretending to be sleeping suddenly opened his eyes.

And in the grocery store opposite the diagonal corner of the teahouse, the owner who was fiddling with the goods was at the same time focusing on the back of the old goose leaving.

The grocery store owner and the beggar compared their gestures, and the secret sentinels who had been watching this place all around received instructions, and a series of twelve black shadows shuttled through the night, and the figures were as vigorous as a black panther, landing silently, walking without a shadow, extremely mysterious.

As an old fox, Bishop Besca is extremely cautious even if he uses himself as bait to fish, and the people placed around him are his most elite subordinates, and he is extremely proficient in the ability to stealth and assassinate.

A night rain and cold wind blew into the hospital, and the old goose subconsciously shivered, tightened his clothes, looked around left and right, and passed through the corridor.

"Click, click, click."

The oil-paper umbrella was folded, and the raindrops slid to the ground along the hanging angle, leaving a long and oblique mark on the bricks.

A pair of extremely small eyes, from the narrow slit of the narrow, patrol gaze, constantly roaming the wards on both sides of the corridor, looking at the patients inside.

Suddenly, the old goose saw an old man, an old man over seventy years old, with very finely groomed silver hair, impressive slashing wrinkles on his face, with a healthy ruddy complexion, wearing a cheap home clothes, not at all like a hospitalized person.

The old goose just glanced at it and wrote down the number of the ward, but his footsteps did not pause for a moment to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

Anyway, he'd confirmed that Bishop Besca lived here, and he didn't care what else was going to happen.

The old goose pretended to be a family member visiting the sick, as if because he couldn't find anyone, scratched his head in annoyance, turned around in the hospital, and turned away.

As he left, the shadows in the corner of the corridor shook suddenly, and a human face appeared against the wallpaper, followed by a deformed and bony figure, and he looked at the old goose from a distance, and his eyes were gloomy.

"Captain, do you want to follow him?"

As his words fell, a person's eyeball and a mouth suddenly appeared in the water trail left by the old goose oil paper umbrella on the ground.

The mouth opened and closed, and a deep male voice was spit out.

"You don't have to follow him, to avoid falling for the plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, just strengthen vigilance, there have been a lot of spies from all sides recently, no more than him, no less than him."

"Understood."

As he spoke, the scrawny figure, as strange as when it appeared, buried his head in the wall, and the whole person escaped into it, without revealing any breath.

As soon as I walked out of the hospital, a cold wind blew in my face, carrying the moisture of the rain, which made it very difficult for people to breathe.

The old goose breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he had escaped from the Longtan Tiger's Den, and his back was unconsciously soaked.

Glancing around, he saw that no one was following him, and the old goose made a few turns in the road and plunged into a lane.

Dark, damp, cold, cramped, dirty, that's the first impression of this laneway.

Walking dozens of steps, in the faint light, I faintly saw two figures standing in front of me, and in the red demon mask, a hoarse voice poked out.

"Confirmed?"

The moment he saw that it was not the mysterious young man and woman, the old goose chuckled slightly in his heart.

It's just that after hearing the other party's questioning tone, the old goose knew that the other party was probably with the pair of young men and women, and immediately reported what he had seen and heard along the way.

At the moment when he learned that Bishop Besca was indeed in this hospital, I don't know if it was the delusion of the old goose, and the temperature in the air seemed to drop slightly.

"Good."

Yang Ming put one hand on the old goose's shoulder, and his hoarse voice was like the breath of death.

"You can go with peace of mind."

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