Three days later, it rained at night. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The rain that gradually connects into a thin line makes the night of Dayuan City extraordinarily depressed and deserted, with few pedestrians on the road, no hustle and bustle of the past, noisy sounds, and occasionally some travelers are also carrying rain hats, hurried under their feet, splashing a splash.

Chengbei Street, deep in Dayao Street is a courtyard of blue bricks and blue tiles, the rain hits the roof and tinkles, the crisp sound is connected, like a repeated single, in the non-stop cycle.

Click!

A cyan bolt of lightning slashed, and Thor roared.

Behind them, two small knives guarding the door in raincoats were guarded, their faces froze, and behind them, two arms poked out of the darkness like lightning, and five blade-like claws were like ghosts, gently clasped around the necks of the two, with a slight force.

Blood gushed down the fingertips, the two guards weakened, quietly died, arms like snake bodies, weirdly twisted, from the neck, wrapped around the corpse's waist, gently dragged into the shadows, leaning against the wall, the head of the nair, like two people who were chatting with their backs against the wall, under the help of the night, it was easy for people to detect the abnormality.

A man wearing a mask walked out of the darkness, dressed in a very rare outfit in this world, short-sleeved top, black trousers, black boots, slightly tight, very good to reduce the friction of clothing between movements, wrist pads, knee pads, and a silver corrugated forehead guard was tied to the right arm, a black unique shape of the shuttle-like weapon was held in the right hand, and a strange device with many holes was installed on the arm of the right hand.

Needless to say, in this world, only Qin Hao can be dressed like this, and the courtyard under his feet is the house that belongs to another hall master of the Little Knife Society, and he got the news from Lu Laohu, this hall master is here tonight.

His whole being seemed to be completely integrated with the night, when he didn't move, the light seemed to be deliberately avoiding him, the light around him had a strange distortion, and when he moved, it was also silent, his toes were on the rain, the raindrops hit his body, and almost no sound could be heard, as if a shadows without substance floated through the courtyard, very blurry.

Laugh at!

The poisonous snake-like kunai pierced from the back of one of the guards, revealing a small sharp horn in his chest, Qin Hao's left hand covered the guard's mouth like an iron tong, and the corpse snorted and fell to the ground softly.

"Twelve."

Qin Hao thought silently in his heart, pulled out the kunai, and turned around and walked towards a room with a candle flame in the southeast corner.

The rain piled up small puddles in the yard, Qin Hao stepped on the water, as if stepping on a smooth mirror, not a drop of water splashed, 3 steps across the space of 20 meters, Qin Hao's right hand tightened the dripping blood kunai, the tip of his tongue under the mask gently licked his moist lips, his eyes were not shocked, and his left hand pushed the door in.

The door opened, and the picture in the room came into view, Qin Hao shot in like lightning, and the whole person was ready to attack all the living creatures in front of him.

His footsteps suddenly stopped, his brows frowned slightly, his cold eyes showed a trace of doubt, and he said, "No one? ”

The layout of the room was not complicated, a bed, a table, two chairs, a few bookshelves, everything was in full view, and Qin Hao did not find a place to hide.

"Lu Laohu's news is wrong?"

This thought was dispelled by Qin Hao in a flash, the 12 dead knife guards would not appear here for no reason, and the hall master would definitely be here.

"Are you hiding?"

Qin Hao was sure in his mouth, he was very sure that from the moment he stepped into this courtyard, only the living died, and no living people came out, and it was impossible for that hall master to run out from under his nose, he must still be in the room.

After a simple judgment, the black magatayu in Qin Hao's left eye began to slowly rotate counterclockwise, and the ability to observe the subtleties of the writing wheel was activated, like an electronic scanner, the layout of the room, a teacup, a book, a grain of dust, everything turned into a static slide that was extremely clear and appeared in Qin Hao's mind.

"There!"

The picture in my mind was a single extraction, a bookcase against the wall in the room, and there was a slight depression on the left edge of the bookshelf, similar to the marks of acupressure, which should have been naturally formed by people who often touched it.

Qin Hao walked over, his left thumb lightly pressed on the finger marks, pressed hard, but there was no response, so he pulled to the right, and the bookshelf was removed, revealing an open stone door behind him.

The height and width of the stone door are slightly narrower than the bookshelf, rectangular, and behind it is a downward stone staircase, the stone staircase is not very long, only about 10 steps, and there is a bright light below.

"Who?"

The movement of the bookshelf moving away clearly alarmed the people inside, and a slightly panicked low cry came.

Qin Hao didn't answer, and stepped over the stone staircase, and at the bottom was a closed space, about 20 square meters, piled up with countless boxes, and a middle-aged man with a stout body, a square face, black beard, and an ugly face was looking vigilantly at Qin Hao who suddenly broke in.

"Who are you? You're not from the Knife Society? How did you get in here? ”

The man looked at Qin Hao, who was dressed strangely and still had a thick bloody aura on his body, and the other party had a mask on his face, only revealing a pair of strange eyes, and a chill welled up in his heart.

"There are no psionic fluctuations." His heart suddenly moved, a little strange, but instinctively, he still didn't act rashly, with his status and strength, it was naturally impossible to contact the "non-mainstream" existence in the mouth of the little fat man, but he was not stupid, and he would not be naïve to think that Qin Hao was really just an ordinary person.

It is impossible for ordinary people to have such a strong bloody aura, and it is impossible to bring him that kind of extremely dangerous aura.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want? ”

Seeing that Qin Hao didn't answer, he shouted again, and his right hand tightly held a long earthy yellow stick beside him.

Qin Hao's eyes wandered around, and as if no one was around, he casually opened a box, revealing a pile of non-attribute spirit stones inside.

He opened a few more boxes one after another, and found that they were either attributeless spirit stones or some white powder, and those powders were not clear what they were used for.

Frowning, Qin Hao looked at the other side and asked in a cold voice, "Little Knife Hall Master?" ”

"Who the hell are you?"

Several times in a row, Qin Hao didn't answer, the man's face was as black as charcoal, the five fingers holding the long stick gurgle, and his heart was already extremely irritable.

"Looks like you're it!"

Qin Hao said to himself indifferently, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and with a sharp kick under his feet, a box exploded, and countless hard spirit stones rose into the air, like countless sharp blades shooting towards the man.