Zhang Banxian walked forward in the secret passage with a torch, and the firelight illuminated the place beside him brightly, but it was only the light of these few places. The entire secret passage was shrouded in darkness, at least from Zhang Banxian's perspective, the darkness of this secret passage was very deep, and there was no end in sight.

Without the slightest sense of loneliness, his feet were on the solid ground, and the torch in his hand "snapped" from time to time, and a little bit of sparks fell from his side, and a little bit of light instantly fell into the darkness. This secret passage was prepared by Zhang Banxian for a long time, in order to be the moment when the main force of the Yellow Turban Army was surrounded, whether he was going to enter the city or come out of the city, it could come in handy.

The vibration from his head caused the earth and stone gargle to fall, and the air inhaled from the tip of his nose was filled with a little dust. Zhang Banxian understood that twenty or thirty meters above Lai's head was the battlefield of the battle, and many soldiers stepped on it together, and the movement of the siege equipment conveyed the vibration, so that he could clearly feel it even in the secret passage.

The secret path he walked alone, without fear or loneliness, was the same path he had been walking. Perhaps there was someone who walked with him and led in front, but the end was different, so he was ready to leap over the person in front of him and go on his own path.

"You should be ready, right? They. There was a hint of danger in his eyes, but he quickly disappeared, and he became the Zhang Banxian with a smile on his face all the time.

"Dead?" Guan Hai looked at Sun Jian with a sneer on his face. The footsteps stepped forward, the arms straightened, and the spear stabbed out.

Die? He has already died once, but now he doesn't want to die again, and there is no way to die again, there is no way to retreat, which is used to explain that his current situation is extremely appropriate. When he got up from the pile of corpses again, looked at the corpses around him, and looked at the "blood" that belonged to him under his body, he already understood something. When he saw Zhang Yan next to him who woke up with him, he knew even more that it was because of Zhang Yan that he would not become the same corpse as the soldiers around him.

Anyway, he has already died once, he is not afraid of dying again, and he will take Sun Jian with him when he dies. Guan Hai also understood why Zhang Yan chose to save him, after all, items like this that can save people's lives belong to the extremely precious kind, and no one will be too much, let alone take them out for others to use.

The spear was wrapped in a strong wind, wrapped in determination, and in front of Sun Jian, countless fine points were pointed, and the shadow of the gun was heavy. It is impossible to see at once how many guns Guan Hai stabbed, and how many of these heavy gun shadows are real and how many are false.

Sun Jian's face remained unchanged, and the ancient ingot knife continued to slash straight down, and there were dozens or hundreds of spear tips in front of him, the cold was piercing, and the chill penetrated into the bone marrow. In an instant, Sun Jian faced this scene, and he actually had the feeling that his body had been pierced with countless blood holes.

The illusion of this moment is shattered in an instant, and the feeling is the feeling, just the illusion. Facing Guan Hai, Sun Jian still did not retreat, did not dodge, and a knife fell, it was a knife.

One knife can kill, one knife can calm the wind, no matter how many guns in front of you, there is only one person who can hold a gun, so one knife is enough!

As soon as the knife fell, another person suddenly appeared in front of the ancient ingot knife. "Bell", the ancient ingot knife slashed at the long knife of the rung, stirring, the long knife suddenly shattered, and countless blade fragments flew out in all directions. The sword-wielding Yellow Turban military commander reacted very quickly and threw the hilt of the knife in his hand, and shot back, and when he stood up, his eyes were full of vigilance.

The spear swept and accurately stabbed Sun Jian's neck, but when Sun Jian took out the knife, he had already noticed the landing point of this shot, and turned his head to the side. The cold tip of the spear, from the sharpest point to the corner of the entire tip of the gun, grazed the neck, bringing out a trail of blood.

It's cold, and when the tip of a spear is so close to the neck, it brings not only the coldness of the iron head, but also the coldness of life. The warm blood seeped out, condensed into a drop of blood, and flowed down the chest under the armor.

The spear quickly retracted, stabbing at a faster speed. But Sun Jian wouldn't give him a second chance to stab, it turned out that he didn't have this opportunity, or this opportunity had already been lost, because the military general who appeared unexpectedly blocked his knife, which was supposed to kill Guan Hai.

There are many gun shadows, but there is only one gun, even if it is thousands of gun shadows, it can really be fatal, and there is only one shot. So Sun Jian used a knife and a shot.

Sun Jian retreated, and the ancient ingot knife swung a few times, and ten thousand mountains and rivers crossed in front of him. Guan Hai's second shot was blocked by a heavy landscape, and the third, fourth, and only the heavy landscape laid by Sun Jian was shattered, and the sword shadow was broken, and Sun Jian was still standing in the overlapping knife shadow, unmoving.

Of course, he didn't choose to be on the defensive because of Guan Hai in front of him, for him, the battle was offensive from the beginning. This is also the reason why he did not hesitate to go down with a knife just now, and now, it is Sun Jian who suddenly realizes that behind him, there is still a group of soldiers who need him to protect and open up the battlefield for them.

He is not fighting alone, he can't fight alone, and what he bears on his shoulders is not the victory of one person, but the entire battle situation. In his vision, many Yellow Turban soldiers were already rushing towards him, trying to kill him, the man who had set foot on their territory.

And in front of him, among the shadows of the guns, the feathered arrows that came faster than the Yellow Turban soldiers. Therefore, he had to use the ancient ingot knife to lay a heavy landscape and hide himself behind the landscape, as long as there were new soldiers behind him, then he could continue to kill freely.

Zhang Banxian, who was in the secret passage, finally stopped, looked at a wooden board above the end of the secret passage, pushed it open, and a firelight spilled down from above. Sticking a torch in the dirt and climbing up the small escalator, he appeared in a hidden house in Gwangjong Castle.

There was a man in black standing in the private house, with his back to Zhang Banxian, and he turned around when the partition behind him was pushed open and there was a soft noise. A black robe, covering all the outlines of his body in the darkness, the hood was pulled, hiding most of his face in the shadows, and on the face that should have been facial features, an iron mask appeared. There were only four hollows cut out of it, two eyes, a nose, and a mouth, and nothing else.

"It's finally here? I thought you weren't coming. The cold, stiff voice, with a hint of hoarseness and roughness, seemed to be squeezed out of the depths of the throat.

This sound is definitely not good, enough to be terrifying, especially in such a late night, coupled with that black robe, just inserting and holding a scythe, you can become a death-like existence in ancient Western mythology. However, in the eyes of some people, he is also a hidden existence, because it is wrapped so tightly that it is like not being able to see the light.

Zhang Banxian was not surprised by the appearance of this black-robed man, in fact, the location of this secret passage was also revealed to the other party. Otherwise, there are a huge number of houses in Guangzong City, and it is almost impossible to find out which one of his secret passages is hidden. Even Zhang Jiao, who claims to be omniscient in the Yellow Turban Army, Zhang Banxian also has a certain amount of self-confidence, if the other party is not serious, there is absolutely no way to find here.

"That's how you Killer House treats customers?" Zhang Banxian asked rhetorically. He looked carefully at the black-robed man in front of him, and did not find anything that could be called characteristic on his body, probably the only thing that stood out was the black outfit, and the extremely ugly, extremely rough iron mask.

Men, women? It's completely indistinguishable, even if his voice is cold and hoarse, it doesn't have to be a man, and it doesn't have to be a woman. However, Zhang Banxian only let this thought remain in his mind for a while before expelling it. What does it matter to him whether it is a man or a woman? As long as the opponent is strong enough to make them achieve what they want to achieve.

"Huh." The black-robed man laughed dryly, like a night owl crying.

"Customers are not gods, and Killer House will not treat customers as gods, let alone sell their knees. In our case, there are only two kinds of people, those who want to kill and those who can kill. It's the same with customers, who are killed, who are entrusted to us to kill. ”

"And the way to deal with the customer who entrusts us with killing people is, of course, to complete his task and kill the person he wants to kill."

"Yes, yes." Zhang Banxian laughed, not angry at all with the attitude of the black-robed man. On the contrary, when he heard the black-robed man's statement, he also nodded slightly and agreed.

Killers are not ordinary professions, and the business they want to talk about is not an ordinary business, but killing. As long as they can kill the people they want to kill, it is called thoughtful service, and they can't kill them, and it's useless to say more.

"I'm a little more sure of victory now." His eyes narrowed, Zhang Banxian knew that it was not easy to kill that person, and now the appearance of the killer building undoubtedly made him more sure.

Every extra point of certainty, even if it is just a millimeter, makes Zhang Banxian happy. Because for this moment, he has been planning for a long time, whether in the game or in reality, his mind is entangled all the time, and he is constantly thinking. can succeed, what depends on continuous accumulation, from the beginning of his entry into the Yellow Turban Army, from Zhang Jiao's unappreciated distant nephew who came to take refuge, to the current Qu Shuai who is in charge of the first army.

How much he paid, no player will know, will understand. Therefore he cannot fail, he must not fail, he does not only do it for himself, but for the thousands of whom, like him, are staggering forward under the indifferent gaze of those who stand on high places.

Destiny.

"According to what you said, if you fail, you can get half of the price negotiated at the beginning, right?" The black-robed man asked.

"Yes. Everything you want has been delivered to the designated place. So. Now it's time to get started, right? Zhang Banxian retracted his thoughts, and the palm of his hand actually had a little bead of sweat at this moment.

"Wait." The black-robed man didn't move, his hand suddenly grabbed forward in the black-robed middle, and a little cold light penetrated through the window, and when he passed in front of him, he was firmly grasped in the palm of his hand.

The arrows trembled and buzzed. The black-robed man took off the paper at the arrow, opened it and looked at it, then nodded slowly and said, "It's okay." ”

"Hmm." Zhang Banxian answered, and after receiving this answer, he walked out of the house.

The door creaked open, squeaked shut, and Zhang Banxian's figure disappeared completely.

After Zhang Banxian just left, from the beam of the house, a black shadow jumped down and landed steadily in the house. "Landlord."

"Let's get moving. This time, I'll take it personally. ”

"Yes."

The two people in the house also disappeared into the room after more than ten seconds, and they fell into the depths of the night.

The black-robed man walked quickly in the night, his feet on the tiles on the roof, and the sound did not stop for a moment. But this sound, compared to the noise in the city, almost did not attract anyone's attention, and now the city of Guangzong is completely noisy, and many soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army are reinforcing the four city walls, and the movement caused by it is definitely not something that a few tiles can cover. So at this moment, the black-robed man did not deliberately suppress his speed, and used the fastest speed to go towards the most important place in the city.

Below him, a Yellow Turban soldier ran through the street, the light of the torches flickering, reflecting the figure of a soldier. But no one noticed that in the upper left of them, in the middle of the roof, someone was walking as quickly as they did.

One by one, the black shadows quickly disappeared in the night, and the supporting Yellow Turban soldiers jumped off the roof as soon as they passed by, and then went forward, with the help of the debris at the corner of the street to the roof of the house opposite. The killers of these hidden killer buildings in Gwangjong City are converging towards the same reverse speed, where their final mission is.

It is also the reason why the high-end combat power in the entire killer building gathers. Otherwise, just one task to snipe the mid-level generals of the Yellow Turban Army will not make them fall out of the nest, because after receiving this mission, they will be given another mission.

Both of them were targeting Guangzong City, but the latter provided them with a quicker path to the previous mission. And now, the real highlight has just arrived, and the many killers must meet up with their companions who have already been ambushed there as quickly as possible, before Zhang Banxian arrives there.

The place where they went was the meeting place of the Yellow Turban Army. Also...... Zhang Jiao's residence!

(End of chapter)