There are only four ventilation ducts on the second floor, where the clothing is sold, and there are no ducts at all in the direction where the wind is coming from. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This wind came inexplicably.

A chill crept up Mo Ye's back, and he pinched the flying knife, his fingers quietly brushing over the blade.

Blood stained the mark on the knife red, and a faint but real red light emanated from the mark, as bright as a glow stick.

Mo Xie turned the knife face, and a faint red light swept around.

He saw something like fog filling the air, and since the red light was really weak, he couldn't get a glimpse of the source of the fog.

This was by no means an ordinary fog, as Mo Xie was able to sense that the humidity in the air here was not high enough to fog.

"Where is sacred, can you show up?"

He was aware of what had come his way, and after scolding 'bad luck', he cleared his throat and spoke in all directions.

It's quiet in the supermarket, the wind, I don't know when it stopped.

Mo Xie slowly raised the knife, and while raising the knife, he wiped the mark on the knife with his fingers that had been cut again, and suddenly the red light was a little full, and under the light of the red light, the mist retreated as if it had life.

The temperature around me rose imperceptibly.

"Don't be surprised if you take the liberty of interrupting. ”

Mo Ye held the knife and slowly retreated downstairs, this fog made his heart furious, and this feeling was even stronger than when the monk surnamed Ma took out his means of pressing the bottom of the box to deal with Mo Ye that day.

Inauspicious.

Troublesome.

This is Mo Ye's judgment, he is here to pick up New Year's goods tonight, not to find trouble.

"No wonder the supermarket doesn't even have security guards for the night vigil. ”

When Mo Xie retreated to the cashier at the entrance of the supermarket, he used his mental power to open a few drawers casually, and swept away the whole banknote and zero coins used for the next day, and he noticed that there was no fog in the area where the red light of the Soul Destroying Seal was illuminated, or that the fog was only entrenched on the second floor of the supermarket.

Mo Ye walked out of the supermarket upside down, and at the moment when he just stepped out of the supermarket with his front foot, he rose up and rushed straight into the sky.

"I hope this New Year's goods are enough, and I won't be a thief anymore!"

Turning into a black shadow in the night sky, Mo Xie was three points faster than when he was chased by the Sky Dynasty Air Force.

If you walk at night for a long time, you will definitely hit a ghost.

This phrase is common in both the East and the West.

……

As a race that has turned away from the sun, the Bloods have long been accustomed to living at night, but neither the Sith nor Emily have been able to fully adapt to the night of the Celestial Dynasty even if they have done their homework beforehand.

They set out at dusk, just as planned.

They were about to catch a train heading west, and the Sith carried with him a map of the last places he had found from his clan about the last places the true ancestor had been seen before he had disappeared last time.

The clue of a thousand years ago may have been the existence of the wrong mouth today, the holy weapon is not a mortal thing, even a fragment of the holy weapon has great value, the monks in the East are far more knowledgeable than these ghosts, and the answer to who will fall into after the fragment has been circulated for thousands of years is already an answer that can be guessed.

The best elites of the Blood Clan have long been lurking in the most likely place where the fragment is likely to exist, and in the near future, after the True Ancestor who is emerging right now makes some big moves, those secret hands who were ambushed at the beginning will be dispatched to obtain the fragment in the fastest and most efficient way.

To snatch the shards, they should have gone north.

However, in the script of the north, they are only supporting roles, or even just tricks.

The Sith is unwilling to be a dispensable supporting role and a trick all his life.

"Drop!"

The tickets had already been bought, and Sith had taken the Internet route and used a forged ID card, and he had no worries about his whereabouts being revealed, because he had bought no less than twenty tickets to other places at the same time as he had bought these two tickets.

He had long been aware of being followed, and to be honest, after meeting Lin Ming, he felt that it would be abnormal if no one was following him.

For normal people, the moment when the night is over and the dawn is the easiest to be distracted, and when it comes to the blood clan, it happens to be the opposite.

As the sun set over the horizon, Sith checked her ticket with Emily and boarded the train heading west.

The last rays of the setting sun seemed to be extraordinarily violent, and Sith narrowed his eyes with this light.

He saw a black-haired young man in the carriage standing in the light.

"Let's go. ”

He took Emily's hand and left, but instead of getting out of the car, he just changed cars.

Being found and ending up not being the worst, the worst thing is the self-consciousness of not being traced at all.

"Five rows of three, with tails. ”

One finger in Emily's hand twitched slightly, and Sith told Emily what he had seen in Morse yards.

"Kill?"

This was Emily's response, and no one knew how much murder was hidden in the heart of this woman who was smiling lightly and following the Sith like a qualified wife.

"Nope. ”

This is the answer of the Sith.

Killing people may be a good way to do it, but there is no one in his plan who must be killed.

He dragged Emily into a carriage that was no problem under his probing.

"Fellow, move somewhere. ”

He and Emily sat next to an old farmer with a large bag, and the other party was surprised by Sith's appearance, young and beautiful wife, and at the same time, he was also amazed by Sith's pure northern Shaanxi accent, so he talked to Sith very familiarly after moving places.

"Hey, fellow, I'm from the Ni family, where are you? Let me tell you, it's not easy to go home this time......"

The old farmer is very self-cooked.

Sith smiled in front of the audience, and occasionally took a sentence or two, and the car soon departed, and it was not long before the black-haired young man who had been seen through by Sith walked into the carriage, and by the reflection of the window glass, Sith saw him seated three rows behind him.

"There is a back, there is a front. ”

He said in his heart, and sure enough, only three seconds after the young man entered the carriage, two more people came in front of him, and they did not seem to be all the way, so when they entered, they sat in two rows across the aisle, one on the left and one on the right, and the position happened to be three rows away from the Sith.

"Well trained, doesn't look like a rookie. ”

Sith said secretly, he quietly informed Emily of this information through the previous means, and at the same time, on the surface, he expressed interest in the old farmer's family life with him, and motioned for the old farmer to continue.

"Half an hour later, waiting for the car to drive into the bayonet tunnel, look at my eyes. ”

The Sith already had a plan in his mind.