"Fire, fire, water! Come and put out the fire! In another house in Luoyang City, there was a frightened scream.

The light of the fire shone on the guard's face, and in front of him, the whole thing was raging flames, burning fiercely, engulfing the room. The flames crackled, and with the wind, spread towards the room on the other side. This sudden burst of fire dispelled the darkness and instantly became the center of everyone's attention.

By the time the guard called for someone, the flames had spread to another room. With the sound of bangs, the guards who were patrolling the courtyard ran towards the burning place.

During the run, he had already brought a series of fire-fighting tools on the road, as long as it could be filled with water, whether it was pots and pans, he did not hesitate to hold it in his hand. He poured water into the water tanks in various parts of the house, and immediately rushed to the place where the fire was blazing.

With such a clear light, no one can ignore the past.

For a while, the entire Cao Jie's mansion began to be noisy, and those guards who wanted to doze off were also shocked by this sudden scene. They immediately took action, although they had the duty of guards, but it was still important to put out the fire.

The reason why this fire came so strangely was probably because the assassin saw that the palace was heavily guarded and had no chance, so he would set such a fire. Maybe the assassin was still hiding somewhere in the mansion now, but the guards didn't have much to worry about, so many people were here, and no assassin dared to show up again.

As for the safety of Cao Jie? That's not to worry, the guards who come to fight the fire now are all the guards who used to patrol everywhere. By his side, there were many guards who were close to him, and they were all immovable. They will only be firmly guarded by Cao Jie's side, and they will not leave easily, and they are only responsible for Cao Jie's safety, and everything else is not responsible.

Meng Xingsoul was lying on the roof of the house on the other side, the whole person was clinging to the tiles, and he only raised his head slightly, his eyes staring at everything in front of him. The light of the fire, and the guards who were constantly busy fighting the fire, were reflected in his eyes.

Meng Xingsoul finally recovered from the previous injury, but he still hasn't been able to get better. So in terms of choosing a target, he chose one of the ten permanent servants who was relatively easy to start, Cao Jie.

He planted this fire, and sometimes when you find that your target is guarded by many guards at any time, you will undoubtedly have to look for a breakthrough point in another place. Otherwise, under the noses of so many guards, it would be too difficult to kill Cao Jie, and it might not be able to succeed.

So he set a fire, and it was very simple to add a little more "material" to a civil structure like this and make it burn. Now, the flames that are constantly splashing in the water, still showing teeth and claws, prove this.

Continuing to wait, beside Meng Xingsoul, there was a machine crossbow, no arrows, and it could not be called winding. This is his main weapon tonight, the soft sword he usually uses, and within this distance, there is no way to kill Cao Jie, he can only wrap it around his waist as usual.

Watching those guards fight the fire, as the noise spreads, time passes, and the flames are gradually suppressed under the efforts of many people, until they are finally extinguished. The entire row of rooms, several rooms had burned down, and only a piece of ruins remained. In a few corners, small flames were burning, and sparks were flickering on the charred wood.

All of this finally disappeared in the process of the guards and the family members walking in with water and splashing it again.

It's over?

Meng Xingsoul was still lying on the roof, this was not the end for him, the night had not passed, and it was far from the end. He's gambling, and setting this fire is gambling, betting on an opportunity.

There may be no chance of assassination, and there may be, all of this is actually completely out of the hands of Meng Xingsoul. Cao Jie is too cautious, and his daily life is carried out under the strict guards. Even the diet is in charge of the old man who has served him for many years, and before the final entrance, he has to get a bite alone, so that the specially bred dog in the house can taste it first, and Cao Jie will not move his mouth until there is no problem.

The right to choose, in fact, is completely in Cao Jie's hands. No matter how careful a person is, when he stays in a safe environment for a long time, he will produce a kind of slackness. He thinks that he is absolutely safe, and in this kind of security, when there are any uncontrollable factors that pose a threat, he has an urge to come and see for himself what can threaten his safety, and to confirm it himself.

What Meng Xingsoul gambled on was the uneasiness in Cao Jie's heart.

Seeing the torches below become scattered, watching those guards disperse again, and the family members went back to rest, Meng Xing's soul remained motionless. It was a little cold, and his heart was cold, calm, almost cold.

No matter how people come and go, no matter whether it seems that Cao Jie has no intention of appearing at all now, he has not changed at all. It seems that he didn't come to assassinate Cao Jie, but just came here to take a wave and put a fire.

Xiao Gao's twin knives slashed out two blades of light in the night, and with the sound of snorting blades into flesh, he walked between the two guards. Blood splattered at his side, and as the long knife was drawn and swung forward, a lot of blood splattered on his white shirt, forming bright red patches.

His face, which made people look sunny and couldn't help but feel good, was now full of cold. The corners of his mouth were upturned with a hint of tyranny, especially when the bright red blood appeared, the flush on his face was deeper, and the shallow dimples appeared on his face.

Those who are white-clothed and blood-stained, and who wear white at night, have a stirring heart in their hearts. Like Xiao Gao, an assassin who is still dressed in white in the dark night, and is eager for others to find him, he is no longer only in a commotion, but in a commotion.

His sassy bag is based on his strength, and unlike the assassinations of others, Xiao Gao has always chosen to attack. It won't be the kind of one-on-one battle, that is, to die, just like a one-on-thirty-two battle is very good now.

"Oh, no. It should be one against twenty-two. Xiao Gao shook his head, and the long knife in his left hand blocked the knife from one of the guards. With a movement of the wrist of his right hand, the long knife slashed through the guard's stomach and directly cut open the guard's stomach.

"It's twenty-one." Smacking his lips with some regret, he lowered his head and saw a guard lying on the ground wailing.

"Can't the weak die well? You have to struggle like this, struggle is pain, and death is eternal pleasure. Undisguised disgust in his eyes, Xiao Gao stepped on it with a heavy foot, his whole body was concentrated, and he pressed down hard.

The sound of the ribs breaking, the screams of pain to the depths of the soul, and the wonderful stomping sensation under his feet all made Xiao Gao deeply intoxicated. His expression became more and more sickly, and his scarlet tongue sticked out, licking the blood from the side of his mouth.

"Hurry up, hurry up, stop him! Whoever blocks him for me, I will give fifty taels of silver to each person afterwards! Song Dian shouted loudly, and there were twenty-one guards in front of him, but he didn't have any sense of security at all.

When he saw a guard being killed like a chick, he was even more frightened, and his lips were constantly trembling. After finishing speaking, Song Dian simply turned around and fled directly, ignoring the guards behind him.

Whether they could stop the Assassin or not, they would always buy him a little time. As long as he takes advantage of this time to escape, go to a place with more guards, or meet the guards who have heard the sound and rush to him, he will be safe!

"It's ridiculous, I still want to have a good time, but I can't let you run away, then it's going to be troublesome. I hate trouble, so whoever makes me feel troublesome will die a little faster. Seeing this scene, Xiao Gao also sped up his movements and rushed straight to the guards with suspicious faces.

He held a knife in his left hand, and the long knife in his right hand swung a few times, then stopped abruptly. Xiao Gao's eyes suddenly flashed with cold light, staring at Song Dian's back, with a movement of his wrist, the long knife flew out, and quickly approached Song Dian.

"Poof."

The tip of the long knife sank into Song Dian's back, and only half of the blade was still left outside. Song Dian, who fled frantically, ran a few more steps forward due to inertia, his eyes showed unwillingness and disbelief, and finally fell down.

"Now, we can have a good time." Xiao Gao smiled, revealing his white teeth. The smile seemed to those guards, but how dangerous it looked.

Ye Yin looked at Feng Xu, who had not opened his eyes from beginning to end, and had died without intuition in his sleep, and slowly moved his hands away. Between the two fingers of the palms of his hands, there was a bloody silk thread, and under the silk thread was a red mark on Feng Xu's neck.

From pale red to deep red, blood continued to flow out of the wound the size of a thread, soaking all the pillow bedding under Feng Xu's head.

"It's a bad taste." Ye Yin's fingers moved on the silk thread, from one end to the other, wiping the blood from the silk thread.

After the blood on the silk thread was wiped under his fingertips, the entire silk thread disappeared again, and it was impossible to see it without looking closely. Not to mention that there was no light source in the entire room, Ye Yin himself would not be able to see the traces of the silk thread at all if he didn't rely on the touch of his fingers.

His fingers casually wiped the quilt covering the dead Feng Xu, and Ye Yin directly put the silk thread into the player's package. Then he took out a short knife from the package, and a wooden box, which was half-opened, contained white quicklime.

"It's a bad taste." Ye Yin commented, the broken knife fell, paused when it touched Feng Xu's neck, and then pressed down with greater force.

Cut in two, Feng Xu's head and his body completely became two parts. Ye Yin stretched out his hand, grabbed Feng Xu's hair, lifted his head, and put it into the wooden box.

It's not that Ye Yin has such a special habit, and he doesn't have the habit of collecting any organs on people's bodies, so he really has to prove whether he really killed Feng Xu. This head is a proof, a proof to show Cao Cao, to prove that Feng Xu is dead, and he killed it.

"Looks like I got it right." On the other hand, Meng Xingsoul finally felt a little more relaxed.

He waited, and after another long time had passed, Cao Jie appeared. Under the protection of many guards, he came to the burned house.

He began to load his crossbow with arrows, only one arrow, only one chance. No matter how many crossbow arrows Meng Xingsoul had prepared, it was only one chance. In the darkness, although it was impossible for the guards below to find his hiding location with only one arrow, but after one arrow, Cao Jie hid behind those guards, and he had no chance.

This arrow, if you want to shoot, can't just shoot and hurt.

"Did you find it? Where exactly is the Assassin hiding? Cao Jie asked the guards beside him in a cold voice.

He trembled with rage, and now the Assassins could set a fire to his mansion, something he hadn't seen in more than a decade. At the same time, Cao Jie was very afraid, if it weren't for such a guard around him, I am afraid that it would not be just this room and several adjacent rooms that would be on fire, but simply his room.

"Report to Gong Cao, no, maybe the thief ran away after setting the fire." One of the guards replied in a whisper.

Cao Jie was a little regretful, he didn't have much hope of finding the assassin, but he still had expectations. No trace of the Assassin has been found, and the only possibility is that the Assassin fled immediately after venting his anger.

"The order goes down, near my room, there must be someone to watch over it at all times. At the same time, in the courtyard, put more water tanks, each water tank should be filled with water, and there should be more sand. Cao Jie commanded.

"What about Cao Gong, other places...?" The guard tried to ask.

Gritting his teeth, he was a little unwilling in his heart, but in comparison, life was still important, and he still knew this. Cao Jie shook his head, "No matter, as long as it can keep me safe." ”

"Let's go. There doesn't seem to be much more clue here. If this happens in the future, you can handle it yourself, and you don't have to report it to me. Cao Jie turned around and walked slowly towards the road he had come.

"Yes." The guards owed a debt and answered.

The moment Cao Jie turned around, there was a clattering sound, and a crossbow arrow shot towards the back of his heart. Many of the guards didn't react, and when they did, they saw Cao Jie lying on the ground, and there was a crossbow arrow stuck in his back heart.

Meng Xing's soul fell down again, Cao Jie should be dead? He wasn't sure that the commission had not yet been completed, at least he had to confirm whether Cao Jie was dead, but also cut off his head and bring it back to the killer building.

(End of chapter)