At this moment, on the city wall of Gwangjong City, the firelight illuminated it brightly, and only some dark corners inside and outside the city wall were still occupied by darkness. It's just that these corners are not enough to accommodate too many people, and even if someone wants to hide their tracks with the help of darkness, they can't hide the eyes of the Yellow Turban soldiers guarding the city at the head of the city.

Behind the city walls, behind Gwangjong Castle, there was darkness. The whole city entered the night, and it became extremely silent, and most of the area was also dark, except for the faint light of fire in the houses in some places.

On the streets, from time to time, Yellow Turban soldiers patrolling with torches walked by, and the sound of footsteps was extremely harsh in the night. There were no insects, no voices, and if the patrolling Yellow Turban soldiers hadn't seen the backs of their comrades in front of them and the light reflected by the torches in their hands, they would have felt a sense of loneliness and helplessness in such an environment.

Under the tight defense of the city, the defense of the city has not been relaxed, and these patrol soldiers who appear from time to time can explain everything. Even if the entire Guangzong City is now under control, even if there are still hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops stationed in Guangzong City, it will not be able to let Zhang Jiao and the others relax.

"Captain, how could anyone have infiltrated the city now? Isn't it too much of a fuss. Amid the sound of breathing, the sound of footsteps, and the "snap" of the torch as it jumped, a Yellow Turban soldier seemed to be unable to stand the dullness and spoke.

"Shut up." The captain of the patrol at the front of the line did not look back, and reprimanded loudly. His gaze swept across the streets, and all he could see was an empty patch, and the wooden doors of the houses were closed, and he didn't find the slightest abnormality.

"The generals naturally have their reasons for doing this, we just need to do what we are told!" Saying this, the captain was unimpressed in his heart. In the patrol day after day, night after night, neither the squad he led nor the patrol team led by others found any enemy. Now he is no longer the serious focus he was when he was patrolling, at most it is just a perfunctory formality.

The night is still very long, and they can take turns to rest after the patrol is over. Thinking of this, the leader of the Yellow Turban squad couldn't help but speed up his pace, leading a team of Yellow Turban soldiers behind him, with the light in his hands, to disappear at the end of the street.

After they left, the whole street fell into silent darkness again. The moon in the sky had long since disappeared into the clouds, and I don't know where it was hidden, and without the moonlight, the night seemed even deeper.

Probably many people exist with a fear and awe when facing the darkness, and many sins also appear in the deep darkness of the night. Some people are afraid, and some people will naturally take advantage of the hidden colors of nature, but none of them affect the perception of the master who really dominates the night, a little bug.

It was originally on a corner of the street, under the steps in front of the closed wooden door, and its cheerful chirping of insects came to an abrupt end.

A black figure appeared on the long street, perhaps saying that he had been here, hiding in an unnoticed corner. After the patrolling Yellow Turban had passed, he reappeared and continued to walk the streets.

Dressed in black, he is inseparable from the night, and only the light that flashes in his eyes from time to time can distinguish him from the night. Even if the Yellow Turban Captain who had just patrolled stood here and saw this scene, he couldn't believe it, he just glanced at the past, and the corner he saw was a still darkness, it was the man in black who appeared now.

His steps were incomparably light, and the soft boots under his feet stepped on the ground, and he didn't even make the slightest sound, like a ghost.

While walking, he searched in the dark, and he was originally hidden in the darkness, but he was a little uncomfortable with appearing from the corner where he was originally hidden. What's more, he was supposed to be in the dark, quietly waiting for the prey to appear, but now he appeared in the light. Yes, yes, even though the night was still so dark, and the surroundings were even more shrouded in darkness, and he was dressed in black all over his body, but when he walked through the streets openly, whether it was pitch black or not, it was equivalent to being exposed to the midday sun.

He knew that he had now become the prey of someone else, the prey of a hunter who was hiding in the darkness deeper. But he still had to come out, to become the prey of the cold gaze that he couldn't feel, and to expose his back without any scruples.

Why was he so clear that the man's gaze was cold? That's because when he hides in the darkness and looks at the prey he is about to hunt, his eyes and heart are extremely cold. Therefore, he believed that even though there were many differences, what appeared in their eyes and what was mixed in their hearts when they were preparing to kill was exactly the same.

It turned out that the familiar darkness blended with himself, and the darkness that did not distinguish between each other, at this moment, made him feel malice. The omnipresent malice, the ubiquitous murderous machine, because he was in this darkness and did not hide his form, this night has become an enemy that he must face now.

"Knock knock." His heart was beating, and he tried to calm his mind, but he couldn't do much. The powerful beating of the heart was so deep that he could even know the process of the heart muscle contracting inward and expanding outward when it was beating.

In the face of death, while waiting for this process, he suddenly realized that he was not as cold as usual. At least when he is facing others and giving others death, and now when he turns his back on others and waits for others to give him death, he is so vulnerable, no different from those who have died in their own hands and on the dagger in their hands.

He was a decoy to lure the shadows that lurked deeper into the darkness, but it seemed a little too deliberate. If it were someone else, if it was himself, he would not make a move at this moment, but if it was the person he induced, he knew, he would!

Now in Guangzong City, there are three forces, the largest is the Yellow Turban side, which has the strength to suppress the latter two forces. On the other hand, the forces dominated by them, the forces hiding in the darkness, laid a big net under the city of Guangzong, keeping a close eye on the progress of the Battle of the Yellow Turbans, and ready to intervene at any time to help the weaker side and make the Battle of Guangzong stalemate. The third party is a force that suddenly appeared, and this force suddenly appeared and destroyed several of their strongholds with the power of thunder!

Although the Yellow Turban Force is the largest force and has the strength to crush it, it is not aware of the existence of the latter two. It's just that the latter two, hidden in the dark, only appear in the night, so they are not known.

Walking forward, for the Yellow Turban team patrolling the city, this black-clothed man already had a timetable in his heart, and the next Yellow Turban team would not appear on this street until ten minutes later. And these ten minutes are the time for them to fight, don't look at it as just a time for afternoon tea, but for those of them who live in the dark, life and death can be clear in the first three minutes.

Tensing every nerve, on the surface it seemed very lax, but his attention had already spread, his ears, eyes, and even his mind were sensing the movement around him. But...... Calm, incomparably calm, from the time he appeared, to the time he walked through the streets, the wind was calm, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Can't you come out?" When he was about to step out of this street, and the end of the street was in front of him, this thought couldn't help but pop up in the mind of the man in black.

There is both disappointment and rejoicing. The disappointment is that the people in the forces that are deeper hidden and threatening are not present. Fortunately, he didn't have to die, because the traps that had been used as bait several times before, were all dead.

There was a flaw in his heart, and he didn't even notice it when he appeared in the first year of junior high school. But the next moment, he was terrified.

One skill that an Assassin has learned, mastered, is waiting. Waiting for the enemy to relax, waiting for the enemy to show a flaw, waiting for a little gap in the enemy's heart. No matter how long the wait is, there will always be a moment of end, and that moment will always be accompanied by blood. He knew this truth, and he had personally experimented with it, but now, there was a gap in his heart.

A flash, a thought, a half breath of relief in the chest. This is nothing in normal times, but here, at this moment, it is enough for him to fall into the abyss.

A hand appeared between the neck of the man in black, with slender fingers, like fine porcelain, and it was enough to make many women envy it. But at this moment, in the palm of his hand, the existence of a dagger is enough to prove that this is not just a beautiful hand.

Gently retracting it, the dagger blade cut through the skin of the black-clothed man's neck and embedded it. With another twitch, blood splattered out, and the body of the man in black kept shaking and trembling, and finally softened, and there was no more sound.

Behind him, there was another black figure, I don't know where it came from, at least not as the dead man in black could tell. He suddenly rolled to the side, "aggressive" twice, and on the ground where he had just stood, two arrows had been nailed.

As if he had a spring under his feet, after rolling to dodge the incoming arrows, the man in black immediately jumped up at a faster speed and ran to the next place where he could hide. Every time he just left, new feathered arrows would appear in the place where he had been before, and as long as he slowed down a little, the man in black could be injured or even die at any time.

But by the slightest margin, by a thousand miles, he walked with extremely fast and light steps, and he always brushed shoulders with death. In his heart, maybe there is no such thing as death?

This whole street, as early as when he decided to make a move, he had already explored clearly, the location of each house, every corner that could hide his figure, and even the miscellaneous items in some dark places of the street, appeared in his mind in a completely orderly manner. He stood here as if he were on a street where he had lived for many years, and even with the inhabitants of this street who had lived on it for more than a decade.

Everything was so familiar, so familiar that he didn't pause and shifted positions in every dark corner. The darkness that afflicted him did not separate itself from him, even when he appeared and was now revealed, and he seemed to be inherently familiar with it, and mingled with it even at night.

He was able to go, but he didn't, and there was panic in the action. In the eyes of the two hunters who fell behind, they did not give up on the prey that had stepped into the trap and were now messing with themselves. Especially at such a time, those arrows that can hit each other by a single line are even more difficult for them to give up, because they are only a little short of being able to completely wash away the shame they have suffered for a few nights.

Meng Xingsoul stopped, turned around, swung his arm, and the dagger accurately knocked down the feather arrow. Until this moment, there was no trace of panic on his face, and the reason why he stopped was not because there was no way out, but because the game had come to an end.

This night is born to belong to their group, and no one is more familiar with the night than them. It's as black as ink, it's as thin as water, and the tip of the nose is filled with the smell of blood that hasn't gone away, it's so intoxicating.

In the darkness behind, another figure emerged. The two black-clothed men who were already standing in the same place, feeling that they had mastered the overall situation, pointed behind Meng Xing's soul with the delicate little crossbow in their hands.

In Guangzong's camp, Cao Cao was walking towards the tent, in fact, he only slept for two hours today, and spent most of his time in the tent. In the tent, there are also people who stay up all night, and tonight is the last meeting.

"How's it going? Has there been any news of the disappearance of the city? Cao Cao asked as he walked.

"Almost." Candle Shadow nodded, and stepped on a small branch under his feet, which was broken by him with a click.

"At the moment of siege, they will assassinate the middle and high-ranking generals of the Yellow Turban Army and create chaos."

"Are they reliable?" Cao Cao continued to ask. He was very suspicious of the credibility of that group of people, after all, those who came for profit would naturally defect for the sake of profit.

Candle Shadow nodded without hesitation: "Yes." ”

"Mengde, you should know that whether it is an individual or an organization, it has its own reputation. Once their credibility is gone, then no one will trust him anymore. ”

"And they're businessmen by nature, aren't they? Naturally, the most important thing is the benefit. ”

(End of chapter)