In the dead of night, Xia Chan and Xia frog chirped one after another.
In the darkness, there was a figure in a black night suit, quietly approaching the boys' dormitory under the cover of darkness. In the end, it stopped under the balcony of Song Shuhang's dormitory.
"It should be here." The black figure whispered to himself, and then I saw him jumping lightly, 'whoosh' to the balcony of Song Shuhang's dormitory.
The height of the second floor of the male dormitory is 3.5 meters, plus the half-meter-high guardrail, it is 4 meters high. This black figure did not need to jump, and jumped onto the balcony effortlessly with a jump on the ground.
This jumping power, if you play for the country, the world champion is completely in the bag - you don't need to run the four-meter flat jump, no matter what level of high jumper, after seeing this result, he will silently sacrifice his knee with tears in his eyes. .
Of course, it is more likely that people all over the world wonder if he has taken medicine; or is there some advanced technology products secretly installed in his muscles
The door of the dormitory balcony is a floor-to-ceiling window and door structure, which is simple and beautiful.
The man in black first patrolled around vigilantly. After making sure that no one was paying attention, he picked out a thin blade from his waist and inserted it into the crack of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Without seeing any movement from him, the lock of the floor-to-ceiling window door was picked up, and the unlocking skills were fully charged.
Gently pushing open the window and door, the man in black entered the room. His movements were gentle, like a cat, and he didn't make a single sound during the whole process.
In the bedroom, Song Shuhang was lying in a large font, sleeping very hard.
In the morning, help the senior pharmacist to find a house and refine the body quenching liquid.
After that, he learned basic boxing and meditation, and he had a fight with someone before going home. Too many things happened today, which exhausted his energy.
Now, even if someone slapped Shuhang hard, it would be difficult for him to wake up.
As a cultivator, Song Shuhang's experience and vigilance are far from enough. He is still the best among rookies and needs more training.
In the same way, as a rookie who has just entered the industry, you can't expect him to be able to listen to everything when he sleeps like a master monk.
The man in black stared at Song Shuhang for a while, then compared the photos in his mind about 'Song Shuhang' with the young man in front of him, and confirmed his identity: "That's right, it's him."
The other party didn't seem to notice his arrival, and the infiltration was successful and unexpectedly easy.
But the man in black still didn't dare to relax, because the altar master was very scruples towards this ordinary boy 'Song Shuhang'. Before coming, he had been told to act by chance. If you are noticed by the other party, don't think too much, retreat immediately!
Therefore, from entering the room to the present, the man in black has been cautious, restrained his breath, and held his breath.
"Next, where is the Soul Sealing Ice Bead?" The man in black glanced around Song Shuhang. He visited the dormitory at night mainly to bring back the legendary ghost.
The room was not big, so he quickly found the target—the Soul Sealing Ice Bead, which was sealed with the ghost, was hung around Song Shuhang's neck as a pendant, without any precautions.
The man in black was instantly excited.
"This task is easier than I imagined, it's amazing." The man in black was overjoyed, the target was sleeping so dead, and he looked unmoved. He really couldn't figure out why the main altar was so concerned about such an ordinary mortal
The man in black stretched out his left hand and touched the Soul Sealing Ice Bead on Shuhang's neck.
At this time, looking at Song Shuhang, who was still sleeping very deeply, his heart suddenly moved.
Just retrieving the ghost... At most, it can only be regarded as completing the task of the altar master, and then getting some rewards.
But what if they could bring Song Shuhang's head back together
Maybe he can take the opportunity to get the strong appreciation of the altar master and obtain a deeper cultivation technique!
It won't take long for him to be promoted, become a gold medal member in the organization, become the right hand of the altar master, reach the pinnacle of life, and may even gain longevity like the altar master. It's a little exciting to think about it.
The man in black flipped his right hand, and a handleless blade slipped out and was pinched between his fingers. Killing intent appeared in his eyes, the blade of his right hand pressed against Shuhang's throat, and his left hand continued to reach forward to grab the pendant chain.
As long as you get the ghost, and give the boy a knife with your right hand, wealth and glory will be in your hands!
The man in black licked the corners of his mouth, with hope for a better future in his heart.
Seeing that his hand was about to touch the pendant.
At this moment... He suddenly felt an inexplicable sinking in his body, and a violent dizziness came from his head. It felt like someone had inserted a shit stick into his head and stirred it violently. The splitting headache made him almost scream.
"What's the matter?" He gritted his teeth and forcibly endured the scream.
At the same time, there was a sense of omission in my heart.
Sure enough, the next moment, heaviness and weakness flooded his body; accompanied by nausea and vomiting. The blade between his fingers could not be grasped and fell to the ground.
"Is this feeling of being poisoned? Damn it, where is the poison? When did I get this poison?" The man in black was shocked.
Having received all kinds of cruel training, he immediately understood that he was poisoned, and the poison was extremely domineering. When it attacked, even the 'blood energy' in his heart could no longer be mobilized, and his body became weaker quickly.
He fiercely looked at Song Shuhang on the bed.
At this moment, he saw the corner of Song Shuhang's mouth raised in his sleep, revealing a sinister smile. (sweet smile?)
not good!
"It's a hit!" The man in black made a decisive decision and retreated rapidly. Before his body fell down, he rolled over and left from the balcony.
"Wow!" After landing, he spit out a mouthful of blood, staining the mask on his face red.
He hurriedly took out a few detoxification pills from his arms and swallowed them in one mouthful, no matter if they worked or not.
However, the dizziness in his head was not relieved at all, and the weakness of his body was still intensifying. When he turned over from the balcony, he felt that his legs were a little unstable and suffered some dark injuries.
The antidote didn't work.
The man in black only felt that his brain became more and more confused in the severe pain, like a drunken alcoholic who lost his usual judgment.
No, you must go back to the altar master immediately, and ask the altar master to save your life before the poison in your body completely erupts.
Thinking of this, he supported his poisoned body and quickly ran to the 'altar master'.
This is undoubtedly a very wrong decision - if his head is still clear, he will never go to the altar master. This will only reveal the hiding place of the altar master.
But at this moment, his head was already a mess, and his survival instinct made him choose to go to the altar master to ask for help.
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The altar master temporarily stayed in a hotel outside the university town.
He leaned back on the chair to relax, but the sharp eyes of the pharmacist with dark circles kept popping up in his mind. Those terrifying eyes couldn't be driven out of his mind.
When he remembered that look, his body softened a little.
He did not dare to approach the pharmacist, nor could he contact Song Shuhang who was with the pharmacist. It is impossible to determine whether Song Shuhang is a 'superior' or a 'mortal'.
It was not until late at night when he learned that Song Shuhang and the pharmacist were separated, and driven by his desire for the 'spirit ghost', he sent a newly trained subordinate to explore Song Shuhang.
Because he was not sure about Song Shuhang's true strength, he was reluctant to send powerful subordinates over, lest it fall into the opponent's hands. It is not easy to train his subordinates, and it consumes a lot of money and time.
"Calculate the time, if you succeed, your subordinates should come back to resume their lives, right?" The altar master thought to himself. If it fails, it must be dead without a place to die.
The world of monks is far more cruel than the world of ordinary people!
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Is the subordinate back