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And for the Bloodline, even more so.

I didn't talk nonsense to the fat man anymore, and told him directly, saying that each of us has a locator, and this thing will be displayed on the military tablet, so that he can find it himself, and there is something wrong with us.

Ignoring the objections of the fat yellow man on the other end of the phone, I hung up the phone and looked at the place where the old ghost was pointing.

To be honest, I'm a little bored after a day of running aimlessly.

If I don't have anything, I will go crazy with the fear of the unknown, and if there is something at this moment, it is good news for me.

The old ghost took the lead and rushed over.

I asked Ma Siman to follow, and then tapped on tiptoe and followed closely behind.

After walking for a mile, we came to a mountain nest, which was the bottom of a dense mountain forest, from above, we could see nothing, but from the bottom of the forest, we could see a dozen or so corpses lying at the bottom of the ditch.

A strong smell of blood filled the space, but barely a hint of rancid stench could be smelled.

We fell into a ditch full of corpses and began to examine them one by one, and found that most of the dozen or so people were wearing gray-white Taoist robes, cloth shoes, and Taoist buns, and they were probably Taoist priests.

And they are still at temperature, they must have just died.

The old ghost checked a few times, raised his head, and said very seriously: "It's all a sword piercing the heart, the murderer doesn't look like much, and the technique is skilled and sophisticated......"

Yes......

Ma Siman whispered softly, I turned around, looked at him, and said What's wrong?

He took out a flashlight and shone it on the face of one of the middle-aged Taoist priests with a long beard, and after confirming it, he turned around and reported to us: "This is the Taoist priests of Baiyun Temple, according to the plan, they should also participate in this search, but they are not on the same road with us - you see, they all have communicators on their ......."

When I saw Ma Siman pull out the same communicator as ours from the corpse of the Taoist priest, my face turned black directly.

The old ghost looked at him and said it was his own person?

Ma Siman was right.

Own?

Count carefully, the twelve Taoist priests of Baiyun Temple, in this mountain nest, killed all of them, which makes people a little unbelievable.

Could it be that they have discovered something, or have they encountered some top master?

With a cold face, I looked at it and found that all the Taoist priests here were basically killed with one blow, and the other party's killing method was simply an art, which made people have an indescribable fear.

Taking a breath, I said to Ma Siman: "Contact the command headquarters to confirm your identity." ”

Ma Siman nodded and said okay.

He immediately took out the communicator, adjusted the frequency band, and began to call the command.

Soon, he got in touch with the command and asked about the reinforcements of Baiyunguan, and the answer he got was certain, and it was Yi Ping's decision to arrange people to come here, and he was still worried that we felt that the task was too heavy, so once there were enough manpower, he would immediately send someone over to inspect and help us share the pressure.

However, half an hour ago, Baiyunguan lost contact with each other, and the command department didn't know what was going on, and was trying to get in touch.

Ma Siman reported what we encountered here to the command, but unexpectedly, just in the middle of speaking, there was a "squeak" sound of metal splitting in the communicator, and then it was no longer possible to communicate.

Ma Siman called several times, but to no avail.

After a while, he looked up and said to us, "The signal seems to be jammed. ”

I looked up and said, didn't you mean the latest technology?

Ma Siman smiled bitterly and said that the logistics department said so, who knows?

After he finished his report, he lowered his head and fiddled with the computer tablet he was carrying, trying to get in touch with the command through this, while the old ghost and I had already moved our search to the side, ready to find clues.

"Lao Wang, come here......"

When I heard the old ghost call me, I ran to him and led him to a pine tree, and I saw the marks of a sword slash on it.

In addition to the sword marks, there was also a lot of blood splashed on the grass next to it.

The old ghost stretched out his hand, twisted it on the grass, put it on his tongue and took a sip without hesitation, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then said to me: "It's not the murderer, it should be a certain Taoist priest lying there." ”

I frowned and said what do you mean, that guy killed someone, but still has the time and patience to move the body over?

The old ghost said that if the corpse was scattered around, it would be easy to be found, and he, or they should be very calm, ready to bury the corpse......

At this point, he looked up at me, and said that if it weren't for our intervention, maybe they would have buried the body.

When I heard this, my heart raced, and I said word by word: "That is, the murderer is nearby." ”

The old ghost smiled and said that maybe he hadn't left......

Yes!

As soon as his words fell, a loud shout came from behind us.

Hearing Ma Siman's scream, the old ghost and I turned our heads for the first time and saw him fall to the ground, still holding a knife in his hand.

Call......

The old ghost jumped over and rushed to Ma Siman, and I jumped on a nearby tree with a light tiptoe, looking left and right.

I didn't notice anything, the forest was still the forest, as if nothing had happened.

The cold weather in December didn't even have bugs.

I looked at it for a while, before I fell down and walked to Ma Siman's side, at this time he had already stood up, but the tablet he was holding in his hand just now had been broken.

And in the middle of the tablet was a bloody hidden weapon.

It was getting late, and I squinted, and then the last rays of light from the earth, looked at the artifact, and saw that it took on a triangular shape, with a spike at each corner, and a circular center with a hole in the center, and a dark surface with a dragon-shaped relief on the surface.

In addition to the dragon form, there is another word on it.

Fog.

A simple hidden weapon, actually made exquisite, this thing is a little surprising.

I looked at Ma Siman and said are you okay?

Ma Siman was obviously also shocked, and when he heard my question, he quickly shook his head, and then inhaled the cold air and said: "It's okay, I almost shot to death, fortunately, this tablet is a military product, sturdy, and blocked it for me, but the power at that time shocked my hands numb; The man came quickly, like a gust of wind, and his whole body was dark, and I fought him twice, and if it wasn't for my knife being fast enough, I might have been lying down. ”

Did I say I could see each other's appearance clearly?

Ma Siman shook his head and said no, his whole body was wrapped, at a glance, it was just a black shadow, coming like the wind, going like electricity, and there was no trace at all, if you didn't rush over, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to stop him a few times.

After listening, I didn't ask again, but leaned over and pulled out the hidden weapon from the broken tablet.

This thing is heavy in the hand, and the spikes on it are stained with blood, but if you look closely, you know that it is not Ma Siman's, and the blood has been coagulated.

This is the blood of these Baiyun Temple Taoist priests underground......

I could see that the murderer was not leaving, but was watching us from here.

It's just that how many people in this world can hide so deeply within the scope of my Qi field that they don't feel like anyone at all?

I looked at the hidden weapon, checked it, and then handed it to the old ghost, saying do you know this thing?

The old ghost took a look, shook his head, and said no.

On the contrary, Ma Siman came over, looked at it, and then said: "This is a triangular shuriken, be careful, it is painted with highly poisonous ......"

Yes?

I subconsciously looked at my hand and wanted to throw it away, but Ma Siman explained, saying don't worry, this poison acts on the wound, and the spikes are poisonous, but there is no poison here in the middle, otherwise wouldn't the person who shoots it out also be useless?

I said this thing is obviously a dart, why is it called a sword?

Ma Siman explained to me that shuriken, this is a Japanese saying, in fact, it is darts, it is divided into several types, there are eight shuriken, hexagonal shuriken, cross shuriken, triangular shuriken and "swastika" shuriken, its design is very exquisite, after throwing, it will rotate at high speed in the air around the geometric center in the middle, so as to maintain stability, with sufficient accuracy, so as to achieve the purpose of killing.

Japan?

I finally understood, is this a must-have for Japanese ninjas?

Ma Siman said yes, this is one of the common tools of Japanese ninjas, each ninja has their own unique set of shuriken, I have handled several cases, all related to this, those guys......

I stopped him and said to the old ghost, "Do you remember what the king warned me? ”

The old ghost said you mean the so-called chase order?

I nodded, and said yes, the so-called Japan's first ninja, Tokugawa Nobuyoshi, a traitor to the Wuyin family, said that this guy is a ninjutsu master, and he is one of the few town-level masters in Japan......

The old ghost said he was here to kill you?

I said maybe, more likely, to be invited to this event.

The two were chatting, and suddenly there was a commotion in the southeast corner, and the old ghost rushed over without any hesitation; At the same time, I felt a sharp weapon emerge from the shadows and reach my heart.

I grabbed the shuriken and suddenly pocketed it, and found that it was actually a poisonous needle, nailed to the shuriken.

Blowing arrows?

Without any hesitation, I threw the shuriken in the direction of the attack, and then strode over, only to walk for two seconds when I heard the sound of long knives colliding behind me.

I turned back suddenly, only to see a thin black shadow fighting with Ma Siman.