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“hackin。 The magician's hand emitted a faint silver light, and he controlled the two stone statues to the place where they had been lurking, and stood still, before turning around. From the time he entered the door to the time he eliminated the two guards, it only took less than 2 seconds to use 3 spells in a row, and there was no loud noise during the process, and no one seemed to be alarmed. The magician wasn't sure if the wind that the two of them were fighting to stir up was an alarm for Xiaolou to prepare for martial law - it didn't seem useful to think about it now.

Yinchen calmed down and carefully observed the interior furnishings of the small building. In front of him was a winding corridor, on both sides of which were compartments divided by wooden boards, and on the windows of the compartments, or the windows facing the corridor, were covered with a layer of heavy window paper that was not known to be made of silver dust, which cut off the bright lights in the compartment and made the light of the entire corridor very dim.

There was a small door in each compartment, and a sign hung on the small door, which was marked with a dry branch, and outsiders like Yinchen could not imagine the secret in it. The silver magician didn't have any interest in going in and searching the grass, he took advantage of the abnormal dim light in the corridor, gently snapped the middle finger of his left hand, and summoned a dark mist that tightly wrapped around him, like a pitch-black shadow walking back and forth in the corridor.

The expanded spiritual power passed through the wooden plank lightly, scanning everyone, and the scanned person could also learn to feel the coercion brought by the magician's huge spiritual power, and fight a cold war or two out of thin air, but no one would think that someone was snooping on them. Silver Dust scanned everyone on the first floor and found not a single guy he'd ever seen.

Silver Dust was silently navigating the winding corridor, preparing to step on the stairs leading to the second floor, when a series of hurried footsteps sounded behind him.

Someone else is coming.

Silver Dust dodged and hid around the corner of the corridor, and he was shrouded in darkness and mist, but at this time he completely melted into the shadow around the corner, and he couldn't be seen from the outside at all. He can even lift his hand and gently pull the hood to adjust his posture.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, not the footsteps of one person, but the footsteps of three or five people, those footsteps seemed hurried and chaotic, but they didn't sound so embarrassed and panicked, each sound was calm and steady. After about 3 seconds, that is, the time of a breath, 2 hurried black figures appeared in Silver Dust's field of vision, they were almost the same as the 2 dark sentinels that Silver Dust had just killed, they were all black, and they were dressed tight-fitting like night clothes, except that the two of them did not wear hats, nor did they embroider the cuffs with strange blue patterns. Both of them wore special masked black veils, and the long black hair of the bus was tied behind their heads, turning into a thick braid like a mallet, which was obviously not the dress of Jianzhou slaves. The two of them walked one after the other, without any intention of communicating with each other, and there was no wind up and down their bodies, looking indifferent and defenseless. The person in front of him walked faster, straight towards Yinchen, and then turned around and walked to another corridor, which ended in the stairs on the second floor.

The footsteps of the person behind slowed down significantly, and it seemed that he had reached his destination, no need to worry, he slowly approached Yinchen, and a pair of pitch-black eyes seemed to be shining with an inexplicable light, which was exceptionally bright in the dim corridor. Silver Dust scanned his mental power and found out that it was a young man who was less than twenty years old.

He paced over a little leisurely, getting closer and closer to Silver Dust, a pair of bright eyes were always locked on Silver Dust's face, the magician couldn't help but be a little surprised, could he see himself? The dark shadow, under the dark fog, this should be a pitch black, right? The young man locked by Silver Dust's silver pupils, in the case of the other party's lack of protection from the wind, whether it was Avada's life or soul ascension, he could kill the other party silently.

The boy slowly leaned over, less than 45 centimeters away from the silver dust, and the mist of the dark mist was almost rushing to his face. His face was covered in a black silk scarf, and he had no expression, but in those bright eyes, there was a treacherous look constantly flashing.

"Has it been discovered?" Behind the dark mist, a pair of eyes of Silver Dust had been completely swallowed by the darkness, and in the next moment, he was about to launch his soul ascension.

The boy looked away at this moment, and turned to the wall to the left, as if he were now facing away from another corridor. When he turned around, Silver Dust could still see a strange look like a spell in his eyes.

His eyes no longer met the silver dust, and it was useless for his soul to ascend to heaven. The magician quietly stretched out a finger and pointed at the young man's waist from a distance of three inches, that is, less than 10 centimeters. The darkness converges, the green light has not yet appeared, and the deadly magic of petrification can only be judged according to the next action of the boy.

There was no sound in the corridor, only a dim silence, and the young man's eyes fell on a sign on the "wall", which was numbered "Wuxu".

The young man suddenly pressed a certain position on the door, and there was a loud "click" sound from inside the compartment, which was suspected to be an alarm, and the silver magician raised his eyebrows, took a silver-white slender finger and retracted it silently, he had a new plan, and it was meaningless to kill the boy or not.

"Come in!" a low voice came from inside.

The young man's hand didn't know what to hold, and he suddenly pulled outward, and the wooden door of the cubicle suddenly opened, and an extremely bright light of a candle suddenly illuminated the narrow corridor. The thin wooden door slammed into Silver Dust's face, and it turned out that the place where Silver Dust was hiding was very close to the door of a compartment.

The young man's hand was wrapped in a fierce Gangfeng, chaotic and violent, it was a Gangfeng similar to the ghost true yuan that could only be honed with an axe, and his left hand pushed the wooden door, unceremoniously slammed into Yinchen's face, if Yinchen stood still, then the thin wooden door would definitely hit his face, and he would have nothing to hide immediately.

To his right, less than three inches from his sleeve, was a golden-orange light, the light of a light shining from the compartment. He even needed to shrink the area of the Dark Mist to avoid being exposed to the light, so it was even less likely that he would have any room to move. On the other side of his body was the solid wall and the thin wooden door that was spinning and about to hit his face, and there was nothing left for him to move.

Silver Dust is really in a dilemma at this time, and it seems that he can only strike first and kill the young man who has already discovered his traces, but even so, he will still be discovered by the people in the compartment.

The thin wooden door slammed into the wall of the same thin wooden structure, making a loud clang. "What! Why are you so unruly!" a reprimanding voice came from the compartment. "Shangguan ...... The young man's voice suddenly became weaker when he saw a man hiding in the corner, as he deliberately slammed the door and did not hit someone'......s body as he expected, bringing with him the expected roar of horror or rage. There was no one behind the door, so what was that dark shadow that was obviously out of tune with the surrounding environment?

A person came out of the compartment, looked left and right in the corridor, raised his hand and gave the young man a loud slap: "What nonsense! Lie about the military situation, next time you do it again, see if the official doesn't beat you to death!" After speaking, he went in angrily. Of course, judging from his majestic walking posture, he is not really angry, but he just wants to find a reason to show his majesty in front of his subordinates.

The young man flattened his mouth unsealed, but he didn't even dare to say half a word, and he couldn't hold back his grievances in his heart and had no place to send them, so he could only stare at the position behind the door, this glance scared him a lot, and his body shook suddenly, if it weren't for his chief officer, that is, the people in the compartment were looking up at the flowing clouds on the beams at a forty-five degree angle with their backs to him, enjoying the feeling of being majestic in front of their subordinates, I was afraid that from the young man's shocked expression, he could see that something was very strange.

"It's weird. Master, my night eyes, the village is famous, that is, the Black Forest where you can't see your fingers, isn't it the same as during the day, Master! Just now, there was a strange black shadow, which definitely looked like a man in a robe from a distance! But where is this person now?" The young man looked around suspiciously, and even looked at the ceiling and under his feet, but he couldn't find a trace of the black shadow.

"Are you really dazzled? I've been so tired these days? No, I'm only nineteen years old, and I'm dazzled," the young man's face was full ?......of horror and depression, but he didn't dare to stay at the door for a long time, lest he be beaten by his boss, so he could only enter the cubicle and close the door gently. As soon as the wooden door was closed, the whole corridor was immediately darkened.

It was only then that a silver-colored shadow slowly leaned out of the utility room with a broom under the stairs at the end of the corridor, and the instantaneous purple light on his body had not completely dissipated.

"That's dangerous!I'm afraid that kid is a new breed that has evolved night vision......" The magician sighed lowly, this time he didn't dare to hold it up again, and he fought hard to make a violent elemental compensation, and he also clenched the dark nightmare in his hand, so that the dark invisible light shroud completely enveloped the area around him.

【3rd Floor】

One corridor, six compartments. The silver magician was planted in the middle of the corridor, and even in the dim light, it was still eye-catching.

There were two people walking in front of him, both of them were unmasked, their handsome and rugged faces were full of fierce and resolute looks, they looked around vigilantly, and made a gesture to each other to confirm safety, the eyes of the two of them were full of hard loyalty to the courage, that is the eyes of the loyal and brave who will sacrifice everything to achieve the goal, they move quickly, the pace is vigorous, and they are resolute through the corridor, through the space on both sides of the magician, but they are not at all guarded against this figure who is so dazzling in the dim light。

They can't see silver dust.

In front of their eyes, the road is still the same, the compartment is still the same, their ears echo the solemn and sincere entrustment of the boss, everything they perceive is too normal, too beautiful, the two of them are responsible for the country and the family, with military orders and intelligence that can affect the success or failure of the imperial army, they must hand these things over to the designated people, otherwise the empire will suffer humiliation, and tens of millions of people will pay the price of blood. They had now forgotten that they were nothing more than a high-ranking herald, nothing more than "dogs with bells" who were whipped and scolded at will by the high-ranking generals, their presence in the army was thin, they would never get a share of military merits, and if the arraignment was wrong, or even just not timely, they would face the torture of cutting out their ears and noses, whether they had passed through Hell or Hell to send the information desperately. The two of them had forgotten the humiliation, cruelty, and injustice they had suffered in this prestigious Northern Army, and they only had endless ambition in their chests at the moment. Everything was so good, so wonderful, they had never encountered such a night full of mission and heroic honor, but they did not know that they might never see their commander again.

Too beautiful reality is often the most dangerous illusion. Silver Dust knows very well that people often lose their alertness to danger in the midst of sudden good times, no matter how cautious they behave.

This small building is full of corridors and cubicles. The width of the corridors is the same, as wide as the staircase, but the number of compartments is smaller than the first.

There were only six cubicles left on the third floor, and the area cut by carved wooden planks and beautiful wooden corrugated windows was much larger than the one on the first floor, and of course the people who reviewed the spy and gave orders were more luxuriously dressed. Yinchen was deeply puzzled by this kind of military processing organ in the northern country, and the headquarters he had the impression of a group of staff officers surrounding a general, sitting in front of the sand table and holding endless meetings, either discussing ways to annihilate the enemy country, or letting himself sit until he committed cervical spondylosis. He had never seen such a non-communicative military approach. He could see that the people in those compartments seemed to be generals of all sizes, and they looked at a small sand table while looking at the spy report, and within a few minutes, they wrote a note, pressed the stamp, and then sent it to the person who sent them the information or didn't know what mechanism to press, and invited the man in black to pass the note, those notes could not be directly seen with the spiritual power of the magician, because the spiritual power of the magician could only perceive [three-dimensional objects] and [energy] , the patterns on the plane, the handwriting, and even the different colors on a line cannot be distinguished. (To be continued.) )