When night falls, the streets of Orchid Town are sparsely lit, and through the dusty glass, you can vaguely see the signboard on the opposite side.

It was a patchwork of wooden pieces, with the word "coffee" written in the crooked Eastern Continent letters in fading white paint. In the Red Continent, Eastern and Western Continents are the lingua franca, and scripts and alphabets can be found everywhere. Behind the letters is a cup of coffee, and the patent leather is almost gone, and the vague shape can only be seen.

Looking to the side, farther away is the old dog's locomotive shop. The roller shutters were closed, and the rusty signboard was lit up with a few orange neon signs, barely visible of the hand-painted locomotives.

There are very few pedestrians at night in Orchid Town, which was originally a marginal place, and it was better during the day, but at night, under the cover of night, homeless people, scavengers, street warblers, drunkards, and addicts who lived in the shadows ran out one after another, like a group of demons dancing wildly. Ordinary residents are afraid to go out at night, unless those mercenaries who have their own strength will be careless.

Chen Xing left the window. It is impossible for him to stay up all night watching, and it is unlikely that the assassin will come out at night. I saw a layer of electric light floating on his body, and then disappeared in place.

After two teleportations, he appeared in an underground tunnel more than ten meters deep. The first time was the cellar of the inn, and the second time was the road. An ant cart was parked next to it, and as soon as Chen Xing leaned into the car, the six worker ants immediately pulled the car and ran deep underground.

The corridors of the anthill are all over Orchid Town, and as long as Chen Xing is willing, he can make a subway immediately. It's just that Orchid Town is too small, and if you really want to open a subway, there will be three stations at most, a town street, a residential area, and a water station.

At about the same time, when Chen Xing teleported away, a tall and thin man who was drinking suddenly stopped his movements in the guest room of the Lanxiang Bar, which was more than twenty meters away from dozens of layers of wooden planks.

I saw him frown slightly, as if he had discovered something. After carefully discerning for a few seconds, he turned around and whispered to the other two companions, "I felt a powerful spiritual energy fluctuation, twenty meters to the west, the strength of the town guard, and it disappeared in only an instant. ”

Apparently, he also has a similar ability to "perceive danger".

The other two were a man and a woman, and when they heard the words of the tall and thin man, both of them showed cautious expressions at the same time. The man's body leaned forward, and he said in a low voice, "Send your snake spirit to take a look." ”

The tall and thin man's surname is Zhu, and he is the future head of the Zhu family of the Silver Eagle Leader of the Silverclaw Principality, his full name is Zhu Zexi, and he has the strength of the big town guard, and has inherited the royal spirit "White-ringed Snake Spirit" in the clan.

Zhu Zexi nodded, then closed his eyes and concentrated.

Quietly, a bowl-sized space-time crack opened in the dark alley outside the bar, and a small white snake came out, quickly swimming along the walls and roof, and in a few breaths, it came to the room where Chen Xing had just stayed.

It swam around the wooden frame of the window, but did not find a hole large enough. Immediately raised his head, the red letter was swallowed, and his figure faded into the cracks of the window, turning into white mist.

The spirit is an intangible thing, relying on the host's spiritual energy to manifest in the eternal world, so it has a semi-physical body and cannot pass through the real thing.

Inside the house, the white mist emerged from the cracks and re-condensed into a small white snake.

With the same strength, the smaller the power of the imperial spirit, the farther the distance of manipulation, there is no doubt that the little white snake is used for sneak attacks, and the power is not so strong.

"There was no one in the house, but there were signs of use."

Zhu Zexi whispered. The scene in the room came to his mind through the eyes of the snake spirit, as if he were there.

"Could it be ......," the stout middle-aged man looked puzzled, "we're being targeted?" ”

His name is Wu Hai, the head of the Silver Eagle Leader Martial Family, and a few months ago he received an order from the Marquis of Haitang, the lord of the country, to infiltrate the Red Dragon Principality to assassinate Chen Erliu.

"Maybe it's because I'm sensitive." Zhu Zexi said uncertainly.

The middle-aged woman frowned a little unpleasantly, obviously having an opinion about her companion's Mu Lingke. She is the elder of the Spencer family of the Silver Eagle Leader, and her name is Ruth. She has always complained about this drudgery. Now she just wants to solve the goal as soon as possible and end this unpleasant journey.

"Whether we are targeted or not, I hope to act tonight, the three of us work together, and I believe that no one in the town is our opponent."

Wu Hai, as the captain of this operation, looked at the time on the black watch, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's still too early, wait for one o'clock in the morning." ”

While the three were discussing, Chen Xing came to the hatching room. Suna was hibernating, and Chen Xing didn't wake her up, but came to the room next to her.

This place is different from the rest of the anthill in that it is filled with furniture used by humans. Chen Xing took out the aluminum medical kit from the corner. It was placed on the table and opened, and the dark blue syringe was neatly placed inside.

In order to break through the barrier on the fourth floor of the tower, Chen Xing would inject psionic potions every night. According to scholars' research, it is easier to break through when the spiritual pool is in an overflowing state.

The symbol of the Great Town Guard is the five-story tower. During this period, the capacity of the spirit pool will reach the limit of its own talents, becoming more stable and unbreakable.

Lan Yingying's liquid medicine was injected into the blood vessels, turning into countless star sand particles, which were free in the blood and gradually merged into the spirit pool. The full spiritual pool bloomed with a strong light like breathing. The blue water is constantly surging outward, and tiny cracks are all over the walls.

Overfilling psionic energy can create a mentally tearing sensation that makes people feel like they're having a splitting headache and their temples jumping and jumping as if they're going to explode at any moment.

In a way, here, like Earth, there is enough to pay for gaining power.

A few hours later, at 1 a.m., three figures jumped out of the window. They moved swiftly, swept through the streets like the wind, and it didn't take long for them to reach the residential area.

They have excellent bounce power, using the protruding part of the building to jump back and forth, and they can jump to the roof of the building in one fell swoop. The residential areas are all old buildings with five to ten floors, and they jump on the rooftops to the highest buildings nearby.

"Ruth." Wu Hai made a gesture of "action begins".

Ruth glanced around, her eyes glowed with blue light, and a space-time crack opened behind her, and then with a flash of golden light, a huge object was flattened out of the crack.

Golden shattered light lingers and dances, and mysterious songs flutter far away.

When you look at it, it turns out to be a huge harp. The piano was covered with tiny runes, flickering and dimming like breath, blooming with golden brilliance.

"Thirteenth movement, Confession."

With the sound, a gray cloth robe appeared on the strings.

Riddled with holes, dry bones, pale bone fingers plucking the strings.

All of a sudden, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in darkness. The moon is pale and the stars are dim.

The strings vibrated slightly, and notes flowed out one by one, like ghosts wandering in the night sky, filled with the breath of death.