In the spring rain, the town is on fire.

Ye Teng used his sword to provoke the veils of several gray-clothed people in a row, but with the death of these gray-clothed people, their faces began to decay, which was the appearance of being eroded by toxins.

Not only that, but perhaps the muscular effects of the toxin, with a weird smile on all the rotten faces.

It seems that death is a blissful relief.

"This..."

Ye Teng, Wang Ao, Cui Jue, and the three of them are okay, after all, they have gone out to perform training.

The rest of the young ladies of the family, even Xue Qianrou, Qi Yao, Lan Xiaomo, and other art girls in the Qinglou saw this scene, only to feel a cold air rushing straight to their heads from their heels along the backbone, and they couldn't help but turn pale, and some even lay on the side and began to vomit.

The hook-nosed old man glanced at the corpses, and said with a solemn face: "We need to hurry up and get out of here!"

There may be a second wave of Assassins coming back later, and we don't have the luck to get Yin Si's help again. ”

"Yinji?"

"What?"

"Does Elder Zhao mean the mysterious person who wore the mask of Yama just now?"

The young lady of the family remembered the life-saving straw just now, and suddenly gave birth to a sense of peace of mind, as well as a kind of admiration.

The hook-nosed old man known as Zhao Lao is an offering, he is very strong, he has entered the ranks of first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, and he has protected many young ladies in the battle just now, and he also knows some secrets of the rivers and lakes.

At this time, he said in an urn voice: "If the old man sees it correctly, the one just now should be the Yama Heavenly Son of Yinsi." ”

The eyes of the sons and ladies of the family lit up.

Wang Qiqi endured the heart of questioning.

But there were already other people who had helped her ask what she wanted to ask.

"Old Zhao, what kind of person is the Son of Yama?"

The hook-nosed old man said: "It's the old man who can't see his back in this life, but his identity is not to mention the old man, I'm afraid that no one in the whole world will know." ”

"Yama Tianzi must be an older senior, right?"

The hook-nosed old man didn't speak, and the other worshipper was obviously somewhat sure of the information channel, and he continued, "Not really. I once had the privilege of seeing the deeds of the Son of Yama, and the earliest record of his deeds was about five years ago... In other words, five years ago, he might have had his first achievements and went out to practice.

There is no one in this world who can achieve the ultimate behind closed doors, so the Son of Yama is either the second identity of those big names on the legend list, or... It's just a young man. ”

"Young man, this can't be, right?"

"What's impossible? The top few on the dragon list are all monsters..."

The hook-nosed old man hurriedly clapped his hands and interrupted: "Okay, okay, let's hurry up and leave here while the rain is blowing, and the weak young ladies will squeeze on the carriage, and then let a few people go around to find help from the government."

The rest of the unfortunate brothers stayed here to collect the bodies of their sons. The Assassin Dead will not be you, so it should be safe for you to stay. ”

"Where?"

"Return to Tianque. The closer to the royal capital, the stricter the guards, the more these dead assassins dare not cross the line, not to mention that Yin Si seems to be involved in this matter, whether these assassins can chase after them is still a matter of saying. ”

The ladies of the family, who were already frightened and about to collapse, found a way out and hurriedly began to execute.

Wang Qiqi glanced up at the hole in the skylight, and the overlord posture of the mysterious man who reigned over the world appeared in his mind, and couldn't help blushing, and muttered softly: "Yama Heavenly Son..."

Before her words fell, she was directly hooked by her waist from behind.

"Lady, are you calling me??"

Xia Ji's grinning face was revealed.

Wang Qiqi was speechless: "Who is calling you!"

"And what are you talking about?"

"I'm saying I'm going to have to go back. ”

Wang Qiqi looked disgusted, as if he was suddenly woken up when he was looking forward to a dream, and that style disappeared in an instant.

It would be nice if this general could have the Son of Yama.

A moment later.

The Childe ladies were crammed into a limited number of carriages.

Wang Ao and the others put on hats and rode horses.

This team of talented people from You Chuan returned in a hurry because they were assassinated by the Holy Society.

The burning town behind him is getting farther and farther away.

The convoy soon entered the wide official road.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Qiqi sat beside General Xia, and there were ten people crowded in this carriage, sitting in five or five pairs.

This snow-clothed lily of the valley didn't look at Xia Ji from beginning to end, but he didn't see him harassing him for a long time, so he quietly turned his head sideways and cautiously glanced at him with a kind of "to prevent eye contact".

At this glance, Wang Qiqi was stunned again.

She didn't understand why a person's temperament was so different when he was quiet and when he was talking.

She wanted to turn back as soon as she saw it, but now she slowly turned around.

The night breeze blows open the curtains.

In the faint light, that face was calm and peaceful, with a strange charm.

As if sensing that someone was watching, Xia Ji also slowly tilted his head.

When Wang Qiqi saw him move, he quickly turned his head like an electric shock, sat upright, and resolutely avoided touching his sight.

She's been making up the picture in her head for a while.

Even waiting for that annoying "beauty".

But she didn't wait.

...

In order to liven up the atmosphere, a boy in the carriage spoke: "My uncle is in charge of information in the White Tiger Torture Hall, I have heard him talk about the underground assassin world, and today these assassins... I already have a guess. ”

The identities of these disciples of the family are extraordinary, so what they have seen and heard is far better than ordinary people.

As soon as this son said this, a young lady from a family suddenly became interested, and said coquettishly: "Tell me about it." ”

"Uncle said that there are two layers of heaven in the assassin world, and the upper layer is divided into five major forces, the Northern Bloody Clothes Building, the Jiangnan Oil Paper Umbrella, the Western Bliss Palace, the East China Sea Blue Dragon Society, and the Royal Capital Red Mansion.

The lower level is the real underground dark world, where it may be the root of the previous five forces, or there are many terrifying existences.

The gray-clad men we met today had their faces rotten immediately after they died, and they had a wry smile, although I don't know, but it was probably in the style of the Elysium Palace. ”

"Hey, are you okay with that?"

"It's okay, uncle can tell me, that these are just basic secrets, nothing. ”

As soon as he said this, everyone else became curious.

The rest of the people began to ask again.

"Do we have such an assassin force in the royal capital? Where is the Red Mansion? I am familiar with the royal capital, why don't you know this place?"

"Bloody Clothes Building, the Qinglong Society is a force in the rivers and lakes at a glance, this oil-paper umbrella sounds a little elegant, not like an assassin. ”

"Elysium Palace, Bliss Bliss, those killers who assassinated us were indeed laughing after they died, think it could really be like this... It's terrible, how can people think that death is bliss. ”

The atmosphere came alive.

The tension slowly faded.

This long and depressing return journey is also like breaking the ice, a little more gentle.

The prince of the family picked a question and replied: "I heard my uncle say that many of the assassins in Jiangnan oil-paper umbrellas are beautiful women, and there are terrifying masters among them...

What they are best at is to give back to others in their own way.

Uncle said that among them are so powerful that they can even copy the exercises of other strong people and display them perfectly.

But it's all hearsay, haha. ”