A wisp of wind, the candle on the table jumped, almost extinguished. The old man under the light slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of cloudiness. Originally, it was just a fake nap, but it seemed to be asleep. He pinched his stiff shoulder, his expression pale.

"Are you that old?"

The old man's mouth was a little bitter, he stayed up for more than ten years ago, stayed up all night to deal with family affairs, and the next day was full of schedules, even so he could maintain his best condition, but now, there are more and more hoarfrost on his sideburns.

"Hey......"

A long sigh.

In just half a month, the family power has suffered a huge blow, and bad news has been sent into his study one after another. From the anger at the beginning to the numbness, the last trace of decadence crept up on his face, and the deep tiredness that could not be dispelled. Now is not the time to rest, there are still too many things for him to arrange. But he just sat and let the weariness sweep over his body, tilting his head slightly to look out the window at the boundless darkness, stunned.

Berg's study is one of the most important places in the entire Peterson house, and the armament here is divided into two floors, on the surface, Shadow Three is responsible for the control, and secretly is Berg's personal guard led by Shadow Nine. On a large net scattered around this place, countless nodes are densely distributed, and each node has a guard force, which affects the whole body.

The responsibilities of the former Shadow Three are now taken over by two elders. He can't be there all the time of the year, and it can't be said that occasionally Berg has other arrangements or has to leave for a while, so it's a normal process. The elder doesn't know that much about arming, but the two of them are in charge of the south and the north, and they can also ensure that nothing is lost.

The two patrols crossed and moved silently. Soon, however, they came around in a circle, and gradually gathered again. If Kagezo is here, he will definitely be able to find clues, because both teams have deviated too far from the established trajectory. Each team of eight kept a steady pace, heading directly towards the center of the net, and on their route, facing one of the elders.

Vernon has a few green bamboos, which are still extremely green when they are about to enter winter, and they are obviously not ordinary. The dappled shadows reflected on the walls make it seem secluded, but it is not a great place for Tibetans. It's just that he seems to have become a part of this corner landscape, and he is clearly still standing there, but it is difficult to notice.

Tonight, he is in charge of the guard of the south gate. He is in charge of the warehouse inventory every year, but this year he temporarily changed the elders because of personal matters, although all the processes are in accordance with the rules of the clan, there is no doubt, but he is still left in the clan. Originally, he would be hidden in the snow for a while, but with the consumption of manpower on Peterson's several lines, the strength of his family was also stretched, so he was sent here, and another elder was restrained.

Suddenly, Vernon opened his half-closed eyes, because in his perception, some discordant touch appeared. Two standard squads, and one leader. The other party did not hide his tracks, but chose the most direct path to the study, so he couldn't escape Vernon's perception at all. Soon, the leader of the team came to Vernon, his entire body shrunk in a black robe, his hood covering most of his face, and the occasional light could faintly see a mask.

Vernon allowed the team to pass through, without a warning or any obstruction. His exact location was not something that the average group of guards could have discovered, only the man in the lead was aware of his presence, and after a quick glance, he crossed over. Then, the invisible web began to unfold in Vernon's mind, pointing at a certain node and transmitting some signals. And these signals would soon converge into a complete sentence and be sent to Berg's desk. Obviously there was no communication, but he spontaneously completed a series of aftermath work, and passed on a simple piece of information: Shadow Guard asked to see.

Similar situations have been frequent in recent times, with two teams escorting one or more shadow guards into the study to report on some emergency. And he is just a substitute elder, and it is normal to ignore some details. After completing this action, Vernon closed his eyes and became one with the scenery in front of him again.

Vernon's message opened a hole in the net, and the two teams quickly followed the path. Soon, the study was already visible to their naked eye, and at most half a minute smaller, they could reach their destination.

"Which one is here?"

A person appeared in front of the team, undoubtedly a shadow guard, but without a mask.

The leader slowly stopped, and even the team behind him almost maintained a unified pace, and the small details showed his elite. He took off his hood, revealing his trademark silver-white mask, with a "eight" printed on the corner of the mask.

Thirty-five narrowed his eyes, although he was a Berg guard, not an ordinary shadow guard, but naturally he also knew that the two most mysterious people in the nine guards, and this shadow eight was one of them, if it was someone else, the shadow guard naturally had a set of ways to confirm each other's identities, but the other party was the shadow eight he had never seen, and according to the rules, he couldn't let it go.

A figure stepped forward from behind Thirty-Five and patted him on the shoulder. Thirty-five bowed, and then disappeared directly in place. The person who came was none other than the leader of the Berg Guards, Shadow Nine.

"The eighth?"

An undetectable cold light suddenly bloomed in front of Ying Jiu! At the same time, I don't know how many kinds of hidden weapons were launched at the same time, and the sound of breaking the sky sounded intensively, all heading towards Shadow Nine!

Dangdang, dangdang!

With countless crashing sounds, the Shadow Nine turned into a whirlwind, blocking all the attacks at the same time. Then his body instantly retreated, and his hands were already covered with metal traps.

Bang!

Suddenly, the silver-white mask covering Shadow Nine's face turned to powder, revealing a young face with an unbelievable look of astonishment.

The sound of breaking the sky sounded again, this time not the hidden weapon, but all the sixteen people behind Shadow Eight. They were like arrows from the string, ridiculously fast, and they seemed to completely ignore the young Shadow Nine and go straight to the place where the Shadow Nine was guarding.

"Stop!"

Ying Jiu's face was extremely gloomy, and with a burst of applause, he directly swung his fist at the people who were still in front of him.

"Flame Fist!"

The raging flame turbulence was generated under the rapid bombardment, with extremely high temperature and power, and attacked everyone.

Suddenly! Shadow Nine's eyes cracked, as the flames that had filled his entire eyeball disappeared in an instant, and Shadow Eight just waved his hand. A huge pressure fell directly on Ying Jiu's body, and he quickly increased the strength in his body, resisting the pressure of Tianwei, and barely allowed himself to kneel.

Bang! Cracks appeared in the stone bricks beneath his feet, and at the same time, a full team of sixteen people had completely shouted from his sides

Whistling by. It is a great shame that the dignified head of the Guard was suppressed by one person and could not move, and watched the enemy break through his own defenses.

Shadow Jiu's eyes gathered a heavy blood, occupying all the whites of his eyes in an instant, and his voice was even more like the screams of a beast, obviously starting to fight desperately.

"You! Be! Who! ”