The footsteps of the face master were very clear in the deep alley, like a reverberating torrent. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, and he stood there, his thin body like a slender shadow in the darkness.

There was silence. The sunlight could not penetrate the alley, only swirling above his head, like a swarm of disoriented ants. The face is dressed in black, as if he wants to blend into this shadow. Silence enveloped him as if he had been soaked in the sea, leaving only his sparkling eyes.

"Come out, I think, we're going to see each other after all, aren't we?" The face man took out a cigarette gun, put it in his mouth, and said inexplicably. No one answered. He took a deep breath of the gun, and the smoke came out of his nostrils like a dragon.

He took another puff in satisfaction, then took off the cigarette gun and said in a loud voice with a hint of helplessness: "That's right, that is, you, the kid who follows me, come out." Smoke came out of his open mouth, and a mist like water hazy hazy his eyes.

This time there was a response. A pitch-black, shadow-like figure stepped in nimbly from the high wall behind it. This man was dressed in the same black clothes as the face man, except that he had no gold rim, his face was covered with a black cloth, and a black crown stood impartially on his head.

When the face saw him, his eyebrows furrowed, and the scars on his face intersected and knotted together, making his face look terrifying, like a wasteland that had been reclaimed indiscriminately. He spoke: "It seems that the organization still doesn't trust me enough." ”

"It's just a routine track of how well a task is completed." The black-clothed man's mouth was hidden behind the black cloth, and his voice was very harsh, like two rough stones rubbing, which made people feel irritated in their hearts.

But the face was not affected in the slightest, as if he was used to it. His eyebrows furrowed like unfurled leaves, but the words that came out of his mouth were as choking as smoke: "I know the habits of the organization, and you are nothing more than a pawn watching me." ”

The man in black was silent, as if acquiescing. The face man was bored, and he didn't care, he held a cigarette gun like a blade of grass in his mouth, and said, "That's it, I don't care what the purpose of your coming here is, I only care about what you can do for me." ”

"I can take you to the target you want to assassinate and give you all the information about the target." The man in black spoke, his voice like the crow of a crow. Mian Ye didn't wonder why he knew about the assassination, and both knew about it.

"Good." The face nodded slightly, agreeing with the statement of the man in black. He took a piece of rough leather papyrus from the man in black, spread it out, and quickly scanned its contents, taking it to heart.

Then he stretched the straw paper far away and shook it violently with his hand. An orange-red, swaying flame magically emerged from his palm, igniting the rough papyrus. The line of fire stretched over it, burning the place it passed black and shattering into ashes and vanishing.

Soon, the entire piece of papyrus paper turned into flying embers, evaporating and disappearing like dust. The face man rubbed his fingers and looked at the man in black opposite: "Do you have anything else?" He seemed to anticipate what the man in black would ask.

Sure enough, the man in black hesitated for a moment, and said in that sound of stones rubbing: "I remember that there is another person in your group, where did he go?" If you miss such an important task, you will be punished. ”

"Erjian." The noodle man spat out a puff of smoke, which diffused like water vapor, "He...... I've been kept in the dark, and I don't know where to go now. It's good for him not to participate, I ...... I don't want him to do these bloody things all the time. About the ...... of punishment I'll give an account to the organization. ”

The man in black was silent, and for a while, the alley fell silent, and the silence was like tiny dust, occupying every part of the alley, spreading in the air, being sucked in by them, and slowly spitting out. It wasn't until the first insect chirp sounded around him that the black-clothed man spoke: "You are a little overprotective of him." ”

The action of the smoking gun was paused, and the expression in his eyes was a little complicated. If his consciousness is like an ocean, and his thoughts are like the torrents inside, now he has finally encountered an unbreakable embankment. He waved his hand irritably, as if to drive something away, and said, "You don't have to worry about it. ”

"......" The man in black nodded silently, didn't say anything more, but turned around and led the way for the face in front. Mian Ye just wanted to step to follow, but suddenly paused, looked up at the noon sky, "Yan family......" He muttered a word, knocked the cigarette gun, and the smoke and ashes fell like snow, so he took two steps and followed the man in black.

……

The people in the carriage were also in a deep silence. Li Wuming and Wen Jin were sitting cross-legged in their places meditating, while Guo Ke and You Jiao'er also learned the meditation method taught to them by Li Wuming, emptying their minds in style.

There's only one person whose eyes are open, and that's Loftus-Cheek. His body slowly trembled as the carriage jolted, and his eyes sparkled like pure obsidian. But what is somewhat strange is that there is a trace of eagerness and panic in his eyes that is not hidden.

He tried to observe the situation outside the carriage without a trace, but the frequent deviation of his head and the excessive movement revealed his inner impatience, which burned like fire in his heart. He shifted himself into the shadows, as if cowering in a corner would ease his anxiety.

All of this fell into Li Wuming's divine consciousness. He opened his eyes, and his crystal eyes looked at Chick, and his eyes reflected Chick's reflection: "What's wrong?" "Not really." Loftus-Cheek grinned reluctantly, "I'm too anxious to get to the finish line. ”

"It's coming." Although Li Wuming was a little puzzled, he didn't think much about it, and relieved Chick, which attracted his nod like pecking rice. Smiling, Li Wuming closed his eyes again, but his divine sense fell on Chick's body, secretly paying attention to him.

Loftus-Cheek also seemed to know that he was acting too obviously, so he consciously restrained himself a little, standing upright in his place, like an old tree with intertwined roots. Although his face was retracted, the tapped fingers still proved his anxiety.

Half an hour passed like this, and nothing happened. Chick exhaled a long breath, as if he had let go of the boulder in his heart, and even his demeanor became natural. That grinning look was back on his face, and there was still a hint of triumph.

A vial of elixir swirled from his Qiankun ring, and he poured one out of it and swallowed it into his stomach. He slowly closed his eyes and sank into meditation, already looking forward to his happy life when he reached his destination.

But at this moment, Li Wuming opened his eyes suddenly, and his expression moved.