I checked and saw that the soldier was just passed out.
There was a silver needle stuck in the back of his neck. Judging from the technique, he should have blown out the silver needle coated with anesthetic in the dark. After hitting the soldier, the soldier was about to fall drowsy. He stabilized him at a fast speed, and then cut the silk thread on his finger with a sharp weapon, and tied it to the railing that was about the same height as the original soldier's arm.
The whole movement was done in one go, without making any sound at all, and even the silk thread didn't vibrate at all.
This skilled technique is you! Edogawa—
Cough cough, it's not time to think wildly.
I stayed at the scene for a short time, and suddenly there was commotion in the distance. Only a man's exciting voice was heard:
"Come on, come on! Someone fell into the trap!"
Immediately, many people went forward with torches. I didn't join in the fun, but walked around the neighborhood. The surroundings were originally residential houses, but because of the opening of granaries, the people who used to live nearby have all moved out. But some daily necessities remained, such as the pile of firewood where Heji hid, such as the tin bucket thrown at the door of this man's house.
I picked up the iron bucket and found that it was a little rusty, but it didn't affect the use too much, so I filled a small half bucket of water in a nearby well, and walked casually without being noticed while carrying it.
Most of the crowd gathered around the trap, someone held a torch and suddenly said loudly:
"No, no! Isn't this Nag! It's our people! Our people have fallen into a trap!"
"Pull him up quickly!"
"Now you should go back and continue to stand guard..."
"Help me first! I don't know if Nag is okay!"
"Don't be dazed, go and inform Lord Baihuang! Tell her that the assassin is coming, and everyone is on alert!"
All kinds of voices are in a mess.
When countless people were running around, a short man passed by majestically and walked towards the granary.
The crowd was running around, and naturally no one noticed such a person with his hands in his pockets. After all, she was wearing the clothes of a soldier who came from nowhere, and when the surroundings were almost pitch black, with only a little light left, she perfectly blended into the scene without the slightest abruptness.
But at last a soldier found her.
The two patrol members hiding in the bushes obviously saw that this person was going where he shouldn't go, and suddenly got out of the bushes, holding a torch, and said sharply:
"Stop, you're going to..."
Before the words fell, the torch was suddenly extinguished. The first reaction of the two people was to yell loudly, but as soon as the words reached their throats, their eyes suddenly went dark, the sky spun, and they fell forward to the ground. The assassin straightened the mask on his face, and looked around with a pair of cold eyes, as if he had noticed something.
Holding her breath, she slowly moved towards an unremarkable house, her eyes fixed on the back of the house. The moment she approached, she had a dagger in her hand, and when she walked around the back of the house, the dagger in her hand had already struck, piercing the air.
There was no one in front of him.
There is only an iron bucket full of water placed in an inconspicuous corner.
The assassin frowned.
She rolled her eyes, and suddenly saw a window without sills. There was only a hole left, the assassin walked slowly to the window, leaned against the wall, observed for a while, then suddenly poked his head into the room, and glanced at the blind corner under the window.
Still nothing.
The assassin put away the short knife and walked towards the granary again.
When she left to a distance of more than fifty meters, I was finally relieved lying on the roof, rolled over lightly, and picked up my broken iron bucket again.
Good risk, good risk.
The assassin continued to walk in the direction of the granary, but she was obviously much more cautious. She almost always walked in dark places, without breath or footsteps, just like a shadow in the dark night.
Bypassing the last few abandoned houses, she finally reached the destination of the trip.
It went smoothly unexpectedly.
Next, just turn this place into a sea of flames without anyone noticing.
The assassin stood at the door of the tall granary, opened the door, and the houses were separated from each other, and the straw mats in each house were filled with full rice. The assassin took down a torch stuck in the wall and walked towards the warehouse.
It was too late and then too soon, the moment the room was illuminated, the assassin suddenly frowned, and threw the torch in his hand to the ground, hiding in the darkness. The next moment, the sword energy, like snow-white moonlight, broke through the darkness, drawing a long crack where the assassin had just stood.
The Baihuang who appeared at an unknown time stood in front of the granary in a heroic manner, and said with a smile:
"Hmph! I really think your aunt is a fool. After making such a big show, why don't you come to the granary and set fire to it? My aunt has been waiting for you here for a long time, today I will let you taste the feeling of catching a turtle in a jar!"
He Ji stood in front of Bai Huang with a sword in his hand, the gentle smile disappeared from his face, and he looked around vigilantly with his eyes. His body was tense, and the hand holding the sword was even more bulging. While adjusting his breathing, he was preparing for a battle that might break out at any time. He is the six major perfections in the way of the sword, the highest combat power on the surface, and the one who sees the situation most thoroughly.
Just now that sword was as swift as lightning, but the assassin still dodged it. It can only show that her strength has indeed stabilized Heji's head, which makes Heji even more afraid to be careless.
But after the fire was extinguished, the assassin seemed to hide in the granary and never showed up again. And the inside of the granary was also pitch black, it was impossible for Bai Huang to be stupid enough to enter casually, and the situation stalemate for a while.
At this moment, the sound of fighting suddenly came from the granary. The sound of weapons colliding, the sound of grain flying, the sound of brick walls peeling off, including the sound of sharp knives cutting skin, and the sound of punches. After a few seconds, the assassin quickly backed away and left the granary.
Alaiya's figure then appeared.
One of her sleeves was stained red with blood, but the long sword [You Long] in her hand did not loosen, her blond hair was scattered behind her, and her snow-white face with blood stains remained expressionless, as if she was not affected by the pain in her hand at all. . It would be better to say that she, like Heji, focused all her attention on the assassin, and had no time to take care of her own injuries.
With her hands on her hips, Bai Huang snorted coldly with a confident look on her face:
"Cut. My aunt has long known that a bastard like you will hide in the dark when in danger, so she has already planted a trap in the dark. Why? I have been attacking others, but I never thought that one day I would Will someone sneak attack?"
A dozen torches were still stuck on the wall outside the granary, giving a little light to the night.
With the help of the faint firelight, the assassin could be seen holding a dagger in his backhand and standing in front of him.
The mask covered half of her face, only showing the part above the bridge of the nose. As Alayah described, she looked like a young woman, but her eyes were dull, like a dead person. She maintained the posture of holding the knife, looking at Heji and Alaya.
Alaya's hand holding the sword was bleeding, and the blood dripped into the mud along the fingers.
The cold wind blew, and the three people were distributed in an equilateral triangle, standing in the open space in front of the granary.