"I'm sorry. ”

The moustache lay right in front of him, a strange smile on his face, his robe torn and bloody words carved into his chest.

Everything was planned, Muhati thought in his final moments before he fell unconscious. Then he felt a blow in the back of his head, and the sand lunged towards him, getting closer and closer. []

Dark.

Quiescence.

Numbness and soreness.

Bitter and dry.

One by one, the teenager's senses began to work again.

How many times have you woken up from a coma?, Muhadi thought to himself, spitting out the sand in his mouth and propping up his aching body from the ground.

He was no longer in the mouth of the lion, he noticed. It's another place, a strange place. The ground here is hard and stony.

There seemed to be no one around, no footsteps, no breathing, and an oil lamp was placed on the ground in front of it to dispel the darkness around it.

His own eyes were not blindfolded, Muhadi thought, and the other party knew that the blindfold was useless to the Psychman.

"We finally met. A mature, flavorful voice sounded from behind. Somehow, the sound reminded Muhathir of purple and the timbre of the harp.

"Fortunately, Miss Face Dancer. "But there is something wrong with your statement. You may see me, but I don't see you. ”

"You see it now?"

Before he could finish speaking, a slender girl flashed out from behind him and stood in front of Muhadi, standing with her back against the wall.

The girl was wrapped in a black abaya robe, tightly and tightly, showing no skin. But this robe is different from ordinary women's robes, it is very tight. did not cover up, but highlighted the slender figure and plump breasts and buttocks.

The girl wore a veil and couldn't see her mouth and nose clearly, but her smart eyes said a qiē emotion that ordinary people can express with their faces.

They were big young eyes, and her eyes were blue, like the deep sea.

"You'll be psionic too. Muhadi covered his head in pain and said on his knees.

"You went to such great lengths to find me," the girl looked down at the anguished boy, "just to say to me, 'You have psionic powers, too'?"

"I ......" Muhati tried to read the other party's feelings just now, but was unexpectedly met with a strong response, and he almost lost his self-control at once.

He quickly regained his senses, "I just didn't expect you to be my kind." ”

"I'm a psychic warrior," the girl watched as the boy recovered from his trance, "not a psychic warlock, and I'm not your kind." ”

"For the sake of you doing me a great favor, I can talk to you, but don't expect me to look the other way at you. She ripped off her headscarf, revealing a beautiful face that was so beautiful that every curve, every inch of skin, was just right. "Don't try to make any jokes with me about face dancers, I've heard them all. ”

"Aisha, how is she?" Muhadi asked.

"That little woman of yours is fine now, you can see her when you go back to the Crystal Spider. The face dancer girl quickly replied, "But I'm curious, how did you guess I'd find her?"

"I'm a telemancer, if any assassin wants to approach me without revealing it. I can only find someone I can't read minds to disguise, otherwise he will expose himself before he approaches me. ”

"A Psychic Warlock is not going to read another Psychic Warlock of the same level. The girl nodded, her eyes shining with appreciation. "Good idea, so you decided to send that girl to deliver a letter to me? How can you be sure that I will cooperate with you? Aren't you afraid that I will kill your little girlfriend directly?"

"Aisha is also a telemancer, and you can't easily approach him. You either pretend to be me, or catch her with a trap and then disguise yourself. ”

"Whichever method you take, she'll have a chance to propose my advice to you—we'll join forces and deal with that mustache together. ”

The girl frowned slightly, "Why do you think I'll be willing to cooperate with you? ”

"But the mustache is obviously your main target, isn't it? He's hiding in the pyramid every day, and you can't do anything about him. I don't think you can kill a big guy like Theysian, or Achilles. ”

The Face Dancer Girl smiled lightly, "There is no one who the Face Dancer can't kill, it just depends on how much time it takes. But you're right, I'm in a hurry to kill the Butcher of Truth. ”

Seeing that his suspicion was confirmed, Muhadi continued, "And I know that the patron behind you will definitely prefer to let me go and kill the mustache." After all, it was the mustache who entered his manor, took away his waterworks, and almost killed him. I'm right. ”

"Zaheer ibn Shahbat Pasha is still alive, I am right. ”

The face dancer girl leaned down at once, until the two of them were almost face to face, "How do you know?"

"I went to the Punishment Square, and the body was fake. The boy felt the other man's breath touch his face, "I've also been to Zaheer's water plant, and his personal equipment is for left-handers." ”

"His private treasure chest is left with the lines of his left hand, and he uses the lines of a left-handed pen on the signature of the waterworks deed. A qiē clue shows that he, like you, is left-handed. ”

"How did you tell I'm left-handed, too?" said the face dancer girl with a surprised expression for the first time. "The handwriting I left behind?"

Muhati nodded, "Exactly, and I took a closer look at the corpse in the Punishment Square. His right arm was more muscular than his left, and it could not have been the body of Zaheer ibn Shahbut. ”

"So I know that the patron behind you is still alive, and from his point of view, he must be eager to see the mustache die. I, anyway, I'm willing to hand over the waterworks contract to you, you shouldn't still be obsessed with killing me. ”

"This contract?" the face dancer girl pulled out the waterworks contract from her bosom, "Your little girlfriend gave it to me to prove your sincerity." ”

"I am indeed sincere, I deceived the mustache in the name of hunting you down. Also give advice to the mustache and let him stay in the mouth of the lion, so that you can make arrangements. ”

Muhati couldn't help but ask, "But how did you kill so many elite soldiers? Disguise yourself and get closer, and then use psionic energy?" But that mustache has learned anti-psionic countermeasures, how can you ......?"

"Scorpions. The girl said, "I'm not your psychic mancer, and I don't have so many incredible skills. But the face dancer is good at taking advantage of the environment, and I used a drug to attract poisonous scorpions to disrupt the formation of the rice buckets, and the rest was just as easy as a finger. ”

I see, no wonder most of the corpses were foaming at the mouth, their faces were black, and there was not much blood on the ground.

"You didn't kill the two guys who came out with me, and when can you let me go?"

"You're too arrogant, Psychic Warlock. The Face Dancer Girl shook her head and sighed gracefully, "So far, it's really as you planned." But why do you think that I must let you go back safely?"

"And, your guess, was wrong from the start. The girl said, and easily tore the contract of the waterworks to shreds. The boy watched as the shredded paper fell to the ground in pieces, and said nothing in surprise. "The corpse in the Punishment Square is indeed a fake, but Zaheir ibn Shahbut is long dead, and I killed him with my own hands. ”

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