In the dead of night, the chirping of summer cicadas and summer frogs comes and goes.

In the night, there was a figure in a black night suit, quietly approaching the boys' dormitory under the cover of darkness. Finally, it stopped under the balcony on the floor of Song Shuhang's dormitory.

"It should be here. The black figure whispered to himself, and then saw him jump lightly, and jumped onto the balcony of Song Shuhang's dormitory with a 'whoosh'.

The height of the second floor of the boys' dormitory is 3.5 meters, and with the addition of a half-meter high guardrail, it is 4 meters high. The black figure didn't need to jump, and jumped effortlessly onto the balcony as soon as it jumped on the ground.

This bounce power, if you play for the country, the world champion is completely in the bag - you don't need to run a flat jump of four meters, no matter what level of high jumper, after seeing this result, you will silently sacrifice your knee with tears.

Of course, it is more likely that people all over the world wonder if he is chewing on medicine, or if he secretly has some advanced technology in his muscles.

The door to the balcony of the dormitory is a floor-to-ceiling window door structure, which is simple and beautiful.

The man in black first made a vigilant round, and 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 door.

I didn't see him make any movements, and the lock of the floor-to-ceiling window door was opened, and the lockpicking skill was full.

Gently pushing open the window, the man in black entered. His movements were gentle, like that of a cat, and he didn't make a single sound the whole time.

In the bedroom, Song Shuhang was lying in a large shape, sleeping very dead.

In the morning, I helped the pharmacist find a house and refine the quenching fluid.

After that, he learned basic boxing techniques and meditation methods, and before he went home, he had a fight with someone, and there were so many things that happened today that his energy was exhausted.

Now, even if someone slaps Shuhang twice, it will be difficult for him to sober up.

As a monk, Song Shuhang's experience and vigilance are far from enough, and he is still the best among rookies, and he still needs more training.

In the same way, as a rookie who has just started the industry, you can't expect him to be able to listen to the wind and grass while sleeping like a monk.

The man in black stared at Song Shuhang for a while, compared the photo on the information about 'Song Shuhang' in his mind with the young man in front of him, and determined his identity: "That's right, it's him." ”

The other party didn't seem to be aware of his arrival, and the infiltration was smooth and successful, unexpectedly relaxed.

But the man in black still didn't dare to relax, because the altar owner was very scruples about this ordinary boy 'Song Shuhang'. Before he came, he had told him to act on the opportunistic. If you are noticed by the other party, don't think too much about it, retreat immediately!

Therefore, from the time he entered the house to the present, the man in black was cautious, restrained his breath, and held his breath.

"Next, where is the Soul Sealing Ice Bead?" the man in black glanced at Song Shuhang's side, he visited the dormitory at night mainly to bring back the legendary spirit ghost.

The room was not big, so he quickly found his target - the soul sealing ice bead sealed with the spirit ghost was hung around Song Shuhang's neck as a pendant, without any defense.

The man in black was suddenly excited.

"It's easier than I expected, it's great. The black-clothed man was overjoyed, the target slept so dead, he looked like he couldn't move, he didn't look like a master at all. He really couldn't think of why the altar master was afraid of 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 take back the spirit of 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 you can bring Song Shuhang's head back together?

Maybe he can take the opportunity to get the great appreciation of the altar master and get a deeper exercise!

It won't be long before he will be promoted, become a gold medal member of the organization, become the right and left hand of the altar master, reach the pinnacle of life, and even have the possibility of immortality like the altar master, thinking about it is still a little exciting.

The man in black flipped his right hand, and a handleless blade slipped out and was pinched between his fingers. With murderous intent 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 spirit ghost, you can give this young man another knife with your right hand, and you will have wealth and glory!

The man in black licked the corners of his mouth, looking forward to a better future in his heart.

Seeing that his hand was about to touch the pendant.

That's when ...... He suddenly felt his body sink inexplicably, and there was a violent dizziness in his head. It felt like someone was sticking a-stirring stick into his head and stirring it hard. He almost screamed with a splitting headache.

"What's going on?" he gritted his teeth, holding back the screams.

At the same time, a sense of foreboding welled up in my heart.

Sure enough, the next moment, a feeling of heaviness and weakness came over his body, accompanied by nausea and vomiting. The blade between his fingers could not be grasped and fell to the ground.

"This feeling, is it poisoned? Damn, where is the poison? When did I get this poison?"

After all kinds of cruel training, he immediately understood that he had been poisoned, and this poison was extremely domineering, and when he attacked, he could no longer mobilize even the 'blood power' in his heart, and his body quickly weakened.

He looked at Song Shuhang on the bed fiercely.

At this moment, he saw the corners of Song Shuhang's mouth rising in his sleep, revealing a wicked smile. (Sweet smile?)

Not good!

"It's a trick!" the man in black immediately made a decision, and his body retreated. Before your body falls, turn over and leave from the balcony.

"Wow!" he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the masked towel on his face red.

He hurriedly took out a few antidote pills from his arms, whether it was useful or not, and swallowed them in one gulp.

However, the dizziness in his head did not ease in the slightest, and the weakness of his body continued to increase, and when he rolled over from the balcony, he felt that his legs were a little unstable, and he suffered a little dark injury.

The antidote didn't work.

The man in black only felt that his brain was getting more and more confused in the severe pain, like a drunkard who had lost his usual judgment.

No, you must go back to the altar master immediately, and ask the altar owner to save your life before the poison in your body completely explodes.

Thinking of this, he quickly ran towards the 'altar master' with his poisoned body.

It was a very wrong decision - if he had a clear head, he would never go to the altar master. This will only reveal the hiding place of the altar owner.

But at this moment, his head was already a mess, and his instinct for survival made him choose to go to the altar master for help.

......

......

The owner of the altar is staying in a hotel outside the university town.

He sat back in his chair and let himself go, but the sharp, dark-circled eyes of the medicine man kept coming to mind. The horrible eyes couldn't be banished in his mind.

As soon as he thought of that look, his body went a little weak.

He didn't dare to get close to the pharmacist, and he couldn't touch Song Shuhang, who was with the pharmacist. It is impossible to determine whether Song Shuhang is a 'master' or a 'mortal'.

It wasn't until late at night, after learning that Song Shuhang and the pharmacist had separated, that he, driven by his desire for the 'spirit ghost', sent a newly trained subordinate to explore that Song Shuhang.

Because he was not sure of Song Shuhang's true strength, he was reluctant to send his powerful subordinates over, so as not to fold in the hands of the other party. The training of his subordinates is not easy, and it is very costly and time-consuming.

"Calculate the time, if you succeed, your subordinates should come back to restore their lives, right?" thought to the altar master. If it fails, it will definitely be dead and there is no place to bury.

The world of monks is far more cruel than the world of ordinary people!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Is it the subordinate who is back?