The sound is clear, and it lasts for a long time.

The head of the thunderbolt held the handle of the knife, skillfully checked the condition of the blade, checked the tendon and blade of the knife, and then returned it to the sheath and pulled it out again...... After a few reciprocations, he was a little dissatisfied, took out a small oil pot, and applied it carefully on the knife again.

It's good to stick the knife sheath into your belt.

Standing on his feet, his waist, shoulders, and arms relaxed...... The whole person looked loose and sloppy, without any momentum.

Suddenly! Brush ——!

A cold light burst out of the Thunder Catcher's waist in an instant, and the knife was completed in a flash in the dim inner room.

The tip of the knife is diagonally forward, and according to the height, it is the position between the neck and throat of ordinary people.

Put the knife into the sheath.

Lei Zhutou untied the knife and put it next to the bed, and he lay down with his clothes......

Night falls.

Lei Zhutou, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, tucked the knife again, and walked out of the house.

It may be because of the heavy rain the day before yesterday, the sky is cloudless, and it is a scene of bright moon and sparse stars. The moonlight is like a white veil on the ground, making the night seem a little translucent.

Lei Zhutou walked silently on the streets of Fang City.

He walked all the way against the wall, his steps were not hurried or slow, the cloth shoes with mille-feuille soles fell silently and the dark head-catcher uniform made it not easy for others to notice his existence.

However, the vigilance of the thunder catcher is always mentioned to the highest.

Having seen the obvious human tooth marks on the gate gate during the day, he knew very well that something that could easily bite the hardwood with his teeth could not be human! Nor can it be a low-level zombie stream - neither humans nor walking corpses can have that kind of teeth and bite power.

The only thing that could be considered good news is that the comer is apparently unable to jump over the fence directly, or has a very low IQ...... Otherwise it is not necessary to pass the obstruction in this way.

Thundercatcher patrolled alone in the dark.

For him, this kind of behavior of carrying other catchers and ordinary residents of Fang City behind his back is not once or twice.

As this city, and even the 'dark night imperial history' in the land of a hundred miles.

His identity as a headhunter during the day is just a layer of superficial identity that facilitates his actions.

Yes.

His real name is Lei Wusheng, and he is one of the 1,805 'Dark Night Imperial History' of the Great New Dynasty.

[Dark Night]

This organization, which was established much longer than the Great New Dynasty, was founded by the founding saint 'Mang' himself.

From its inception, it existed as the sharpest sword in the hands of the Holy Lord, specializing in spying, gathering information and fighting against those otherworldly things.

When the Great New Dynasty was established, this organization was officially renamed [Dark Night Imperial History].

The scale of the original Dark Night Organization of more than 100 people quickly expanded more than ten times, filling in a large number of elite and strange people in the army loyal to the Holy Monarch, and giving its members the title of 'Dark Night Imperial History'. Dominate the world "things that are very reasonable and unconventional".

One thousand eight hundred and five Imperial Historians of the Dark Night, whether they are stationed in Luoyang or stationed in various places, or they are secret envoys who travel the world, are equivalent to the position of the imperial court's 'Imperial History'.

Not only is it generous on weekdays, but it also has all kinds of privileges, and even when encountering special events, you can rely on your own judgment to cut first and then play, mobilize the power of the local government, and reach the heavens.

Lei Wusheng is such a dark night imperial history.

As a night imperial who was stationed outside the city of Gyeongju Mansion, Lei Wusheng had been here for more than ten years.

Nearly two decades have passed.

He went from being an unfamiliar catcher to the locals, and now he has already mingled with the locals, and it is difficult to distinguish between you and me.

In this city, including the surrounding ten miles and eight townships, and even those large and small villages, who doesn't know him Lei Zhutou?

On weekdays, inside and outside the yamen, the rivers and lakes are reckless, and the peddlers are pawns...... Even among the people in the Goulan Women's Branch who knew him well or even had close friendships, knew his true identity?

If it weren't for the hard work of cultivating every day and this standard long knife of the Dark Night Imperial History hidden on the beam, and the evil and strange things that would happen several times a year...... He himself sometimes even forgot who he really was.

Thunder stopped silently.

In the darkness, his eyes flickered, and his ears moved slightly, as if he had caught some subtle abnormality.

Rushing Thunder Qi accelerates in the muscle meridians.

He sighed, slowed his steps two steps again, and then quietly touched the alley where the strange sound was emanating......

Out of the familiarity of this market, even in the dark of night, Lei Silent can instantly distinguish every detail here.

There are a total of eight families in the alley.

Near the entrance of his alley, on the left and right of the street are Widow Li's tofu shop and Wang Butcher, who sells meat.

Speaking of which, Wang Tu is still Lei Wusheng's friend.

On weekdays, they drink and chat together, Lei Wusheng also rubs a stomach full of oil and water in his place, he consumes a lot of practice and likes to eat meat, and Wang Butcher is also a meatless and unhappy person, and the two get together to eat and drink every three or five days.

Lei silently came out of wine, and Wang Butcher came out of meat.

This alley has been sprinkled hundreds of times just by peeing, and when I touched it, the whole person was almost always stuck in the dead corners and shadows, and did not touch any debris.

Creak...... Creak......

An unsettling chewing sound came from the depths of the alley.

Lei Wusheng is a practical person.

He never gave himself any illusions of luck.

When he was practicing martial arts since he was a child, his master told him: A punch is a punch, a kick is a kick, and this thing can't be faked at all. You're doing one less punch or kicking a stake less than anyone today...... Then when you fight with people tomorrow, don't blame them for having heavier punches and harder feet than you!

If you die, you can't complain!

'Blood. Lei silently made a judgment, and it was not difficult to smell the smell of blood in the cool air at night, which could not be said to be sweet or fishy.

With his left hand, he slowly adjusted the position of the scabbard to the optimal angle for the knife.

The right hand was on the hilt of the knife, and the fingers moved gently, without making the slightest sound of muscles and bones, and the true qi circulated rapidly in the arms, wrists, shoulders, and waist, constantly activating those muscles and reflex nerves.

Lei silently probed and looked at the source of the sound through the miserable white moonlight that shot down from above the alley......

Meanwhile.

What Lei Wusheng didn't know was that on a roof not far behind him, a silver-white gray hair slowly rose from the other side of the ridge...... Eventually, the small face (눈_눈) of an evil god was revealed.

"Oops~~~ Is the person who drew it out actually this headcatcher? I had observed him with the eye of truth before I knew it. So...... Let me see what the supernatural powers of this world are all about! Luo Shen's eyes flickered, reflecting the cold moonlight like a lake.