That's not a bat, that's a human!
There are quite a few people with superb qinggong skills!
Although she tried to open her eyes wide, it was still dark and she couldn't see anything clearly.
"Be careful, here comes the idea!"
In the darkness, a slightly hoarse voice sounded, very softly.
Shen Rumei knew that the other party's target was not her, but an ambush here in advance, waiting for an opportunity.
She still didn't dare to move, because if she did, she would immediately become the target of these people.
What bad luck!
She didn't want to cause trouble, but she always ran into trouble.
In the darkness, the sound of weapons clashing sounded, as dense as exploding beans.
Obviously, the group's sneak attack failed and was discovered instead.
The two sides were engaged in a fierce fight.
Shen Rumei huddled behind the tree like a tortoise with her eyes closed, hoping that the fight would end soon and her Ling'er would still be alone in the tree.
Suddenly, a drop of something warm splashed onto her face.
At the same time, a bloody smell came over.
She remained motionless.
"Snapped!"
A heavy object flew over and landed not far in front of her.
She quietly shrank back behind the tree.
The heavy object should be a person, I don't know where it is. It fell to the ground and made no sound. It must be dead.
The sounds of weapons clashing became more intense, mixed with the muffled groans of several people.
"Master, he is the killer of Zixiao Pavilion!"
In the darkness, a voice sounded.
Zixiao Pavilion
Shen Rumei's heart suddenly moved.
She had heard of the organization.
There is almost no one in the world who does not know the three words Zixiao Pavilion. Everyone will shudder when they hear these three words.
According to rumors, the killer of Zixiao Pavilion comes and goes without a trace, and his whereabouts are erratic. Whoever wants to take the head will never see the sun the next day.
They can kill without any purpose and without any likes or dislikes.
But you can kill for money, or you can do nothing for anything. If you take the employer's money, the next time you may pick off the employer's head.
There are four words to describe it.
That is: disown your relatives!
Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, the killer of Zixiao Pavilion is like a rat crossing the street, and everyone shouts to beat him.
But rats can't be so scary!
Meeting the killer of Zixiao Pavilion is equivalent to meeting the King of Hell. If you want to survive, that's like an old cat smelling salted fish. Don't even think about it!
Of course, these are all rumors in the world.
In fact, Shen Rumei knew that the killers of Zixiao Pavilion generally did not attack easily. The people they wanted to kill either had identity or status.
I just don’t know who the big shot they are going to kill this time is.
However, Shen Rumei just thought about it and didn't care.
None of her business!
Finally, everything was quiet.
The darkness was still the same darkness, but it was wrapped in a thick smell of blood and a smell of death.
No one on either side made a sound.
Only the night owl occasionally made a strange cry, which made people's hair stand on end.
Shen Rumei was used to it.
She judged that both parties might have died together, otherwise it would not have been so quiet.
After waiting for a while, there was still no sound.
She lifted up her skirt, stood up quietly, raised her feet high, landed lightly, and walked slowly towards the tree where her son was.
She has a good sense of direction and can accurately determine the direction even in the dark.
There was no sound behind him, and no one was chasing him.
It looked like they were all dead.
She felt more relieved and quickened her pace.
Suddenly, something tripped her feet and she fell to the ground.
She fell on a strange thing, which was elastic and hot, and her hands were wet.