Lan Tian and the setting sun, of course, accompanied Xiang Nan, guarding the bell tower together.
And the thirty-five killers were hiding in dark corners, observing the situation of the clock tower at any time.
Once they found that the black scythe was coming, that was the time for them to make a move.
Holding a wine glass, Xiang Nan said to Lan Tian and the setting sun, "During the mission, I'm just a piece of cargo. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't take the initiative to deal with Black Scythe. Except for the fifty killers, the only one for the two of you The job is to protect me."
The setting sun waved his fist excitedly and said: "It should have been arranged like this a long time ago, let me tell you, the fifty killers you hired are superfluous, in my eyes, they are just a bunch of trash, I alone is enough. "
Lan Tian thought more, he said thoughtfully: "Are you trying to let Setting Yang and I experience the strength of Black Sickle for ourselves, and let us both recognize him?"
Xiang Nan smiled and said, "It's all there."
Lan Tian nodded, lowered his hands, ready for everything.
His hands can turn the enemy into sand.
If the black sickle dared to come, the blue sky and the setting sun were already ready to make the black sickle unable to eat.
As night fell, Xiang Nan was still enjoying the wine leisurely.
The nights of the Gale Fortress were even more chaotic. As the so-called night of killing people with a dark moon and high winds, the Gale Fortress shrouded in hurricanes turned into a real city of killing at night.
Before the night fell completely, the main city of the Gale Wind Fortress was already on fire everywhere.
Billowing thick smoke rose into the sky, dyeing the dark clouds even blacker.
From the perspective of common sense, if Hei Siany wanted to assassinate Xiang Nan, he would definitely choose tonight, and it was the most ideal state to act in the dark.
Those thirty-five killers who were guarding near the bell tower and hiding in the dark obviously thought so too. They were all up and ready to meet the confrontation between masters that would make their blood boil.
But this night was surprisingly peaceful, and the black sickle did not come.
"Did that kid retreat in spite of the difficulties and give up?" Setting Yang was puzzled, and even made such a guess.
Xiang Nan didn't answer.
It was three poles high in the sun, and it was approaching noon.
The sun was hanging high, in the Gale Fortress, it was scorching summer at this time, the glaring sunlight scorched the bloody city, and the strong light made people a little drowsy.
Xiang Nan held up his wine glass, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He knew that the black scythe was coming, but he didn't remind anyone. As he said, he was just a piece of cargo, and he would not give any hints to the killers, or even anyone including Lan Tian Setting Yang.
Lan Tian glanced downward with his hands behind his back, and said silently: "This person is also strange, he didn't choose to do it at night, but he chose to act under the sun."
Setting Yang stretched lazily, and said, "What? Is that kid here?"
Bell Tower, northeast, in a narrow alley next to a restaurant, this alley is dark and damp, and there is a pool of dirty swill on the ground.
The swill is very shallow, at most it can only submerge people's feet.
It is in such a narrow swill that hides a killer who is highly skilled in escapism.
Holding a silver thread in both hands and a dagger in his mouth, this person turned into water and mixed with the swill.
No one can find him, even if someone walks over or even steps into the swill, it is difficult to find that there is a big living person hidden in this dirty water.
And inexplicably, a pitch-black blade moved silently from behind the killer to the front of his neck.
The killer remained vigilant, not aware of the existence of the black dagger at all.
Following that, the black blade flicked across lightly.
The killer's body trembled, and he immediately went limp, revealing his real body.
His body was lying in the swill pit, motionless, and he didn't know how he was killed until he died.
In the northwest corner of the bell tower, there is a weapon shop. On the eaves, there are six small stone beasts sitting on each ridge. These are called ridge beasts, which are used to guard the building.
There are four roof ridges, which are located in four directions: southeast, southwest, northwest and northeast.
Among the six small beasts on the northeast ridge, the third one in the middle is no different from the other small beasts, and there is no clue.
At this time, as if out of nowhere, a black dagger protruded and wrapped around the neck of the little beast.
The little beast didn't move and didn't respond.
Afterwards, the dagger slowly slashed across, and the little beast spurted blood, turned into a human corpse, and died quietly lying on the eaves.
Thirty-five killers all died one by one, and they died in strange ways. Their expressions after death were still vigilant and stern, not the surprise and despair that they should have.
This shows that they didn't even realize that they were killed at the last moment before they died.
Inside the bell tower, light footsteps sounded.
The black sickle ascended in a spiral of disintegration, and finally came to the top, under the huge ancient bell.
He wiped the chair, sat opposite Xiang Nan, picked up a wine glass, and took a sip.
The blue sky was still looking outside, and the setting sun was leaning against a pillar, drowsy, and the two of them didn't feel the arrival of the black sickle at all.
Xiang Nan applauded: "Wonderful."
The black sickle raised a finger and said, "Deception."
He said: "If a killer wants to kill a target, he must first get close to the target without being noticed by the target. This is usually divided into many different situations."
"Some people choose to deceive the target emotionally, get closer to the target person, gain trust, and then launch a fatal blow."
"Some people choose to deceive the target visually and auditorily. These killers disguise themselves and hide themselves so that the target cannot discover their existence, thus delivering a fatal blow."
"But the real master is to deceive the opponent in the impression."
"Impression." Xiang Nan poured a glass of wine for Hei Lian, and said with great interest: "This is quite new, it's the first time I've heard of it."
The black sickle said: "Impressions are divided into three types, one is called the past tense of the impression, the other is called the continuous tense of the impression, and the other is called the future tense of the impression."
He took out a piece of paper and a pen, pushed it in front of Xiang Nan, and said, "Please draw the chair you are sitting on, and pay attention to every detail in the drawing."
Xiang Nan smiled and didn't move.
Hei Lian said: "You have seen this chair before, and you even sat on it, but now I suddenly ask you to draw it, but you find that you have no impression of this chair, you don't know what it looks like, no Know the specific texture carved on it."
"Thought you were not sufficiently impressed by it, nor did it command your attention."
"This is called the past tense of impression."
Having said that, Hei Lian clapped his palms twice and said: "I am Hei Lian, here I come, and I will sit here."
But the blue sky and the setting sun remained unmoved.
Xiang Nan raised his eyebrows and said, "Interesting."
Hei Lian said: "Do you think I blocked their hearing and vision? Do you think I am invisible in front of them?"
"Actually no, they can see me and hear me, but they have no impression of the characteristics of my existence at this time." "I didn't attract their attention."