There was not a trace of stars in the long sky at night, the weather when the black clouds were overwhelming the city, the gusts of yin wind blew from time to time, and a strange figure appeared on the high wall, with a black mask.

The lanterns hanging on the corridors in the dormitory flickered on and off, and were swaying in the wind.

The maidservant in pale pink clothes who was guarding at the door shivered slightly, she poked her companion next to her, and said softly: "It's so cold tonight, I don't know if it will rain in a while." ”

Her companion put her finger to her lips and "shh If it's cold, you go and sit next to it, and if someone comes, I'll call you. ”

The handmaid was a little older, and her eyebrows were already open.

Her good-looking face is like a flower that can be seen everywhere, not as gorgeous as a peach blossom, not as noble as a plum blossom, but one of the flowers that spreads all over the mountains and fields in summer, although it is unknown, it has its own unique flavor.

"Okay, then I'll take a break, and if someone comes, don't forget to call me." The younger maid said with a smile.

Everything seems peaceful, but in fact there is an undercurrent.

The masked man stood on a high wall not far away, waving his sleeves and dancing slightly, but he couldn't make a grinning sound.

Today, he will wash this place with blood, and eradicate all the dissidents who stand in the way to the high places.

The road to the top of the country is full of blood, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a river of blood, this is a war without the smoke of gunpowder, but the blood left behind by these people is comparable to the battlefield.

Those who become kings and lose, and those who lose, are not even qualified to bow down to their subordinates.

Joke, how could the king leave the loser alive and let him survive?

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and a mountain rain is about to come, and the maid shiveres slightly.

The masked man's eyes stared sinisterly at the continuous palace not far away, vermilion and green daisiness, ninety-five supreme.

"Master, can you act now?" A man dressed in black looked respectful.

"At this moment, the lights are still on, and the wind and grass will definitely arouse the vigilance of those guards, we must be surprised and act carefully." It's not the first time that the Masked Man has made a sneak attack here.

Naturally, he summed up the method of sneak attack, and it was a shame to say it, but I didn't expect him to fail so many times without success.

His nails dug into his flesh, and his eyes were full of death and hatred.

"Okay."

"This time, although we are a squad, we are the sharpest blade of our organization." Because the masked man was wearing a mask, his voice was a little low.

"This time, we're going to make it." Luo Licheng's eyes were surging with monstrous hatred and wild desire.

In the thick darkness of the night, a spider came out, covering the web.

In the palace, a silent battle descended.

The masked man and his men quietly infiltrated the interior of the palace, which had experienced several sneak attacks and was very heavily guarded.

He understood the truth that the thief captured the king first, and if he could kill Ouyang Huaiyu with one blow, it would be the best result.

This is also the purpose of their trip, even if it is unsuccessful, it is a merit to disturb their military morale.

"We're scattered, and every now and then there will be patrolling guards passing by, so don't be discovered."

A dark shadow was shining on the wall by the moonlight, and when the patrolling guards looked back, the wall was filled with peaceful moonlight.

Euphemism is intoxicating.

"I just felt a chill in my back." The guard touched the back of his head, always feeling that the atmosphere was not right today.

"You, even the grass and trees are soldiers, those people don't dare to come, and if you come, you will die." The other guard laughed at his timidity and patted him on the thin shoulder.

"You know, they're not going to move so fast." This man has been in the palace for too long, and he prides himself on being smart. First Chinese Network

The knife rises, the knife falls.

Before the guard could finish his words, a trail of blood gushed out from his body, and the guard on the side was about to shout that there was an assassin, but before he could speak, he was stabbed in the chest.

A single knife kills.

"Let's go." The masked man appeared strangely behind the guard, and a long knife was dripping with blood, falling on the bluestone slab and sprinkled among the flowers.

This preconceived killing is finally the beginning.

After infiltrating the area, several patrolling guards were inadvertently obliterated, and blood filled the courtyard.

"I didn't expect the guards here to patrol loosely." Luo Licheng said disdainfully.

"Proceed with caution." The masked man pushed the mask off his face, his long hair fluttering in the wind.

The rain has fallen. Washing the blood on the ground.

Soon, the moonlight was hidden in the dark clouds, the sky and the earth were dark, a few lanterns had been extinguished, and the maidservants sitting on the threshold shrank one by one.

"Sister, let's go find a torch and light the lantern." The servant girl distinctly smelled a strange smell.

It's like blood, and the smell of blood makes people can't help but gause.

The rain began to fall rapidly, making a crunch sound on the glazed tiles, muffling the roaring sound.

The masked man chuckled softly, "This rain, God really help me." ”

Lu Licheng's eyes flashed, and he seemed to have seen the hope of imminent victory.

The battle continued, the guards sacrificed five people, and when they were about to kill the sixth, a pale cyan figure stood not far from them.

"Who's here?" There was a hint of horror in the masked man's heart.

"Come and stop your people." The man in Tsing Yi has a hoarse voice, has been weathered, and is an old man.

Behind him was a long sword, which was not beautiful, but a domineering spirit that seemed to be able to look at everything.

"Heh, it's up to you?" The masked man smiled disdainfully, clearly not putting the old man in his eyes.

In his opinion, this person is just an old man in his last years, and secretly said that Ouyang Huaiyu is also unavailable.

"I alone can stop thousands of troops." The corners of the old man's mouth curled strangely.

The masked man flew forward with a light feat, and the long blade in his hand went straight to the center of the old man's eyebrows, and he wanted to kill the old man with one blow.

When he slowly approached the old man and saw the old man's face clearly, his eyes changed from disdain to horror, and the tip of the knife quickly withdrew before it touched the old man's clothes, and a fine and dense cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

I seem to have seen something terrible.

"It's you." The masked man gritted his teeth and stepped back, not daring to take a step forward.

At this time, a circle of guards appeared around, and the cold light of the long knife appeared, surrounding the masked man, and the heavy rain wet everyone's clothes.

Now they can't fly, and they can only hope that the other assassination squads can complete their mission, and this is their last chance.

That is, after half a cup of tea, a few guards grabbed the Mask Gang who were supposed to act separately, and the guards threw them into the encirclement, and the last hope of the masked man was shattered.

"Sir." Ouyang Huaiyu didn't know that he came out of the room on the side, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and the old man was also under the umbrella.

Ouyang Huaiyu's attitude towards the old man is very respectful, which shows that the old man's identity is special.

The heavy rain intensified, and the faces of the masked men were full of dead fish.