He didn't want to take one last look at the person he killed, he just wanted to take another look at the person who was covering behind the person he killed, that was his prey, but today, he couldn't kill that prey anymore.

As an assassin, he can give up his life in order to assassinate his target, but he will never risk his life to do it for the sake of an impossible task, besides, he has already killed a person, and has already served the purpose of deterrence, then, even if he does not complete the task, he needs to run away, and the task can be completed at a more appropriate time.

But, what is the dead man's ridicule? He is dead and he still laughs at me? Kusha's pupils shrank suddenly, no! It is impossible for a dead man to laugh at others, so this man is not dead! The wound in his chest...... Yu Wuming's chest was a piece higher, just as long as the blade of a dagger.

Impossible! Kusha looked at Yu Wusheng's chest, and almost screamed in horror, he understood, today, he had completely failed, what should an assassin react to when his mission failed? Of course, he fled, the farther he fled, the better, only by escaping from the pursuit of his opponent could he make a comeback.

He suddenly felt a trace of remorse, he shouldn't have deliberately killed someone, he felt that he had fallen into a trap, a sense of crisis attacked him from all directions, although he had escaped from their encirclement, but the sense of crisis not only did not decrease, but also rose geometrically.

He had to turn back, and he needed to be focused on escaping, so he decided to turn around and try to escape! At the moment of turning, he saw the man who was supposed to die, holding up a crossbow machine with both hands and facing him, the crossbow machine he was sure that he had never seen before, the crossbow body was fine, it was very different from the crossbow he usually saw, but at the back of the crossbow machine, there was a long protrusion, which could be against the shoulder socket, as an assassin could see at a glance what that thing was for, that thing could stabilize the body of the crossbow machine, making it easier for the crossbowman to aim.

But there is nothing else, but he can't understand, in the middle of the body of the crossbow machine, there is a mirror made of a long cylinder, the mirror with the help of the sun's reflection, and flashed his eyes, this mirror is not to reflect a little sunlight?

Kusha turned around with a full stomach full of doubts, and without the slightest hesitation, he hastened to the entrance of the inn, where the street was outside, and he only had to flee to the street and find an alley to get rid of the pursuing mercenaries.

His speed was very fast, and in just a few breaths, he had already swept out of the playground, and there were still about three hundred meters before he could rush out of the door of the inn, and he heard three bowstring strikes, the sound was very small, but the Assassin's instinct made him hear the sound of the bowstring trembling, and those sounds, one from behind, one on the left, and one on the right.

He looked to the left, there was a row of two-story buildings, on the other side of the street, how could there still be people hiding there? He didn't sense it at all, as for the right, when he was fighting on the field, he had already noticed that the sniper crossbowman from Bell's team was already hiding there, and as for the behind, he was not worried at all, not to mention that he had heard the sound of the bowstring, even if there was no such sound, he had been paying attention to the kid.

He didn't take the threat behind him to heart at all, he felt that the real threat came from the left, and he didn't feel the people over there until now, and the arrow had flown towards him, and the arrow behind him, he didn't feel it at all, I don't know if it had been shot away, and the arrow on the right, in his opinion, was still far away, and he could deal with it calmly.

He still had a dagger left in his hand, he did not hesitate to throw the dagger in his hand at the crossbow arrow flying to the left, the dagger lived up to his expectations, the crossbow arrow missed, I don't know where it flew, the crossbow arrow on the right, he easily turned his head, the arrow grazed his nose, flew in front of him, none of the three crossbow arrows could threaten him. At least he himself thinks so.

He instantly decided to laugh at the person who was laughing at him, he looked back at the person who was laughing at him, but he saw the smiling face with a mocking face, and the people of Bell's team standing next to the person also looked at him with a mocking expression, why! Why do you laugh at yourself! He was angry and rushed to his chest, and his heart ached!

When he was running, the soles of his feet were always stable, and he could run with his eyes closed and running on either flat roads or bumpy ground, and there must have been no impact, so how could he stumble? Why! Why did his legs be weak? In the past, even if he fought with his opponent for three days and three nights, he was not the one with weak legs, and he couldn't figure it out.

He stopped, he understood, he turned around, and all the people were looking at him, and their faces were horrified, some were mocking, some were expressionless, but they were not afraid of him. Why is that? He doesn't remember the first time he's asked this question.

He lowered his head, the scene in front of him shocked him, he finally understood why those people were laughing at him, he was really a very, very failed assassin, the target only injured an arm, the person who was supposed to die in place of the target, I don't know what method was used, he didn't die, and he was already dead!

Yes he was dead, and at the mouth of his heart, an arrow protruded there, and he understood, the reason why he did not sense the crossbow arrow flying behind him was not because the arrow had flown away, but because the arrow had already entered his body, and he did not know it, and only then did he feel a chill in his back, as if there was water flowing through it.

He couldn't stand anymore, his knees were limp on the ground, he didn't even have the strength to raise his head, but he still stubbornly tried to raise his head, he was unwilling, he shouldn't have died, but it was him who died, at the last glance, he saw the nasty guy pull out the dagger he had inserted in his chest, and a burst of yellow magic fluctuations dissipated, he didn't understand why he could see magic fluctuations, but he understood that this despicable guy cast an earth shield on his chest.

Kusha's body shook twice, and fell to the sky, with extreme unwillingness, Yu Wusheng had already put away the crossbow, he saw the crossbow bolts shooting from across the street, but he was not worried, the archer should not be the enemy, otherwise, he would not shoot at this assassin, besides, the reason why Heinz has not appeared yet, I think he should be watching the crossbowman.

Yu Wuming slowly walked to Kusha's side, looked at Kusha's eyes, shook his head and sighed, this person is too confident, otherwise, with his means, if he doesn't use this kind of blatant action, it is estimated that no more than three of them will survive.

The bloody qi slowly drifted out, rushing into Yu Wusheng's nasal cavity, he wrinkled, this spirit was relieved before he realized that he had killed someone, this was the first time he killed someone, although he was a villain, but after all, he was a person, thinking that he had been in a peaceful era for more than 20 years, not to mention killing, he didn't dare to kill a chicken, his heart was disgusted, especially when he saw the blood stained under Kusha's body, he finally couldn't help it, turned around and vomited.

Bell They gently patted Yu Wuxing's back, they can be said to have come from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, they are used to seeing dead people, as for other mercenaries, there are not a few people who hold human lives in their hands, even if there are no lives among those people, they are used to seeing dead people, so there is no one who behaves as fierce as Yu Wuming.

Vivien had already gritted her teeth and pulled out the water-splitting thorn inserted in her right arm, she cut her sleeve with a dagger, looked at the wound, fortunately it didn't hurt the bones, but the muscles were pierced through two pairs of holes, and the water-splitting spur was bright and reflective, and there was no sign of applying poison, and her arm did not feel numb or cold, indicating that there was really no poison on it.

Rose, who had just arrived, saw that she was injured, and she didn't have time to ask about the situation, so she came directly to her and helped her treat the wound, poured gold medicine on the surface of the wound on both sides, and then wrapped it carefully with bandages.

On the periphery of the crowd, Vivian saw that today's hero Yu Wuming was vomiting very imagelessly, and immediately teased: "You're too vegetable, aren't you!

Yu Wuming looked up at Vivian, and lowered his head uncomfortably and spit out twice before saying, "Try it yourself! I'm killing someone for the first time today, you have to give me a process of adaptation!"

The two of them ignored Yu Wusheng anymore, squeezed into the crowd, and saw the dead Kusha, Rose may have seen too much of this situation, but it was okay, but her face turned pale, Vivian looked at it, her stomach churned, she squeezed out of the crowd directly, ran to Yu Wusheng's side, and vomited wildly.

Yu Wusheng, who had already relieved his breath, patted her on the back and asked, "Why did you vomit too?"

"First time...... Vomit...... This is the first time ...... Vomit...... Look at the dead so closely!" Vivien finally put away her contempt for Yu Wu's life, it turned out that she was no better: "There will be more such appearances in the future, what should I do?"

After Vivian thought about it, she unconsciously started to worry, and Yu Wusheng laughed dryly and said: "It's okay, you'll get used to it if you watch more in the future, do you think they will be better off the first time they kill someone? I'm afraid there are not a few who are not as good as ours!"

Listening to Yu Wusheng's comfort, Vivien turned her head to look at the mercenaries who were watching the excitement, imagining the scene of their first killing, and it turned out to be a lot calmer.

The mercenary killing was not a big deal, Kusha's body was quickly taken away by the garrison of Noid, Bell told the ins and outs of the matter, and all the mercenaries present unanimously expressed their opinions that this was the truth, the garrison did not have much to do at all, and did not even let Bell and others do it, and left the Bauhinia mercenary group station.