New York, Manhattan Island, Harlem Negro, World Congress of the Craftsmen Union.

Qin Beiyang, who was hiding in the shadows, narrowed his eyes, and the nine colors seemed to be ready to move.

In the spotlight, Pol expertly opened the tin coffin—there was indeed a black man, with his hands and feet tied, but he had become a dead man, with an extra zipper-like scar on his neck.

Behind the black corpse is hidden a living person, revealing a diagonal scar on the right side of the face, the face of a Chinese.

Assassin Ahai.

Two hours ago, in order to avoid the pursuit of Qin Beiyang and Jiuse, Ah Hai carried a top-secret file box and fled into the main venue of the Craftsman Alliance in a panic. There happened to be an iron coffin in the corner, so he hid in the coffin. Unexpectedly, there was a black man inside, his hands and feet were tied, Ah Hai did not hesitate to draw a dagger, cut the black man's throat, and lay down with the dead man. He waited for the coffin to be buried, and then he would break out of the coffin and run away—at least to avoid the pursuit of the Nine Colors.

He was not afraid of anyone, not even ordinary tomb beasts, but only the Nine Colors.

In Beijing last spring, Ah Hai killed Congressman Qu Jinghe and deceived the coffin of the little prince of the Tang Dynasty, and was also forced to hide in the coffin. There was also a snowy night in Xiangshan a few years ago, when the assassin Ah Hai and his father disguised themselves as corpses in a coffin.

The Assassins had an irresistible penchant for coffins!

The Assassin in the coffin, Ahai, faces Hans Boll and the spotlight of the entire Artisan Union.

The dagger struck.

Hans Bohr's reaction was unusually astute, and perhaps because he had survived the battle, he instinctively retreated. The ivory-handled dagger was like an eye, and it caught up with him like a comet, grazing his throat and slashing his jaw.

Pol rolled on the ground, his jaw cracking long, blood flowing.

Ah Hai didn't come to assassinate him, there was no need to fight with this German. He just wanted to get out of this field, but he was carrying a heavy file box in his hand.

Suddenly, Qin Beiyang and Jiuse jumped down the steps, pulled out the Tang knife behind their backs, one person and one beast, and went straight to Ah Hai in the center of the venue.

The Artisan Alliance was in chaos, and the twelve gatekeepers showed their blades one after another to protect the Great Venerable on the throne.

The old rule since the Renaissance was that in order to prevent assassination, hot weapons were not allowed to be carried at the assembly, including guards such as gatekeepers, and only medieval swords and crossbows were to be held.

Carrying the file box, Ah Hai leaped to his feet with the "Assassin's Way" effort, and Schmidt's crossbow shot the first steel arrow, which plunged right into his left shoulder.

The Assassin fell like a bird with folded wings.

Escape, or, file box—one or the other, he couldn't escape with a heavy box.

Ah Hai's logic is clear, the former must be chosen, because choosing the latter does not guarantee escape.

He smashed the file box at the twelve gatekeepers, and even with a steel arrow stuck in his shoulder, he still performed the "Assassin's Way", his toes were like dragonflies dotting water, stepping on the heads of the craftsmen in the stands, and leaping out of the corridor.

Ah Hai, who gave up the file box, traveled lightly and escaped with blood.

Qin Beiyang, who broke into the center of the venue, grabbed the file box, surrounded by the great masters of the Craftsman Alliance, and twelve crossbows were aimed at his head. The town's tomb beast Nine Colors was about to spit out a glass fireball, and Qin Beiyang said in a loud voice in German: "Schmidt!" Do you remember me? Kyoto, Japan! We ate sukiyaki pot together at an izakaya! ”

Schmidt was slightly stunned, and then looked closely at Qin Beiyang's face, this tall Chinese teenager was impressive, and he didn't expect him to speak German fluently.

"According to Article 105 of the Law of the Artisan Alliance, whoever infiltrates the general meeting of the Alliance without receiving an invitation will be executed as a spy."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just chasing the assassin and strayed into your venue. Because he stole mine—no, a Chinese treasure. ”

"Assassins? An assassin broke into the Craftsman League convention? Schmidt's face turned pale, "for the first time in centuries ......"

The master craftsmen are like seeing ghosts, as if a bloody storm is inevitable.

"I am an enemy of the Assassins! Vowed to kill them all! ”

Did the Qin Beiyang Thinker Alliance have any trouble with the Assassins? I can just stand on the side of a craftsman.

Gatekeeper Schmidt said with a straight face, "How do you prove that you are not a spy of the Assassin League?" ”

"The League of Assassins?"

Qin Beiyang was shocked in his heart, it turned out that on this earth, in addition to an artisan alliance, it was also an assassin alliance?

These two ancient alliances seem to be sworn enemies?

suffered, caught between these two groups, will he die without a place to bury?

"Even if you really have nothing to do with the Assassin Alliance, but destroy the Artisan Alliance Conference, we still have to execute you!"

Nine Colors stared at each other, raised their snow-white antlers, and clad in bronze scale armor, thinking about how to resist the crossbow and burn these craftsmen to ashes......

At the last moment, Qin Beiyang thought of a solution: "Okay, then I'll give you a reason!" All the world's top craftsmen are eligible to participate in the Craftsman Union Conference, aren't they? ”

"Yes, this North American temple is home to the world's best craftsmen."

"You know what? I am the descendant of China's last royal craftsman, and my family has been building mausoleums for Chinese emperors for the past 3,000 years. ”

Schmidt's eyes flickered a little, and he took a step back and asked, "What is your last name?" ”

"Qin!"

The pronunciation of this kanji caused an uproar among the craftsmen below, and even the twelve gatekeepers were a little sensational.

Qin Beiyang added a German sentence: "The Qin clan is also known as the tombsmith clan!" Known as the 'God of East Asian Craftsmen', it has guarded the greatest secret of Chinese mausoleums for 3,000 years. ”

This sentence "the god of craftsmen in East Asia" was completely made up by Qin Beiyang improvised, in order to scare this group of old guys who claim to be the greatest craftsmen in the world.

Schmidt returned to the Great Venerable, and the two whispered. From beginning to end, the face of the Great Venerable was hidden under the burqa, and only the lower half of the beard could be seen.

"Qin, six hundred and fifty years ago, the family of gravesmiths from China was already the mainstay of the artisan union. If you can prove your identity, you can join the alliance on the spot and become a junior member of the alliance. If you can't prove it, you will still be punished as a conspiracy and will be executed on the spot! ”

Schmidt spoke loudly and crisply, which surprised Qin Beiyang - it turned out that the Artisan Alliance knew about the Qin Clan's tombsmith clan? It seems that the status of your own family is still very high? It seems that what Haneda Taiki said is true.

But how to prove it? You don't necessarily have to take off your clothes and reveal the antler-shaped birthmark on your back, right?

Unexpectedly, Schmidt unceremoniously grabbed Qin Beiyang's shoulders and tore the clothes on the back of his neck, revealing a red-flame antler birthmark.

Qin Beiyang shouted, almost pulling out the Tang knife again, but Schmidt looked at him with extremely strange eyes.

Don't...... This German craftsman also recognized the birthmarks of Qin's ancestors?