Vertigo –

Along with vertigo is a trance-like feeling of the soul withdrawing from the world.

Licking her somewhat dry lips, Amy almost instinctively stopped, her healthy and ruddy face faded in an instant, and an abnormal flush appeared.

- Gross.

He lowered his head and bowed down, the scarlet color oozing from his fingers.

But it was immediately wiped off by the young man with the back of his hand—after carefully wiping it with a silk scarf, he raised his head, his face was still pale, but his eyes were as black as ink and brighter than ever.

"An eye for an eye, blood for a blood – a tooth for a tooth. ”

He said, as if there was a fire burning in his eyes.

Subsequently—

Footsteps resounded.

Step by step, step by step—looking at the door in front of him, he narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding the faint flickering cold glint in his dark eyes as deep as the night sky, and only lowered his eyelids, and rode on the ground as obediently as a lamb, brewing the deepest murderous intent in the silent foggy night.

Pause, move forward.

The cool evening breeze on the stone steps crumbled the corners of the clothes, and the swaying keyring of the fingertips broke the peace of the night.

"Jingle bells—jingle bells—"

The young man stopped, his slightly condensed gaze swept over the door that faintly reflected the dim moonlight, grabbed the swaggering brass key in front of him with one hand, inserted it straight into the keyhole, and then gently turned the lock shaft, the wrist-thick iron chain slipped from mid-air like a ribbon used by ancient ladies for self-cultivation, accompanied by a "sparse" sound, the simple but heavy door faded off his clothes, and opened the last door to him.

However, his movements at this time couldn't help but be a little stiff, and beads of sweat appeared in his palms.

But it was only a trivial moment, and the determination was already made - he withdrew the key in his hand with a slight stiffness, and without even arranging the chains on the ground, he pushed straight open the door that was not heavy in front of him.

Sure enough, the sword light came as scheduled.

- It's beautiful.

Amy even has time to admire.

However, this knife is indeed beautiful, both the timing and the angle of the knife are perfect, and in the eyes of those who really know it, there is indeed a sense of beauty that is almost artistic - there is no doubt that the assassin is a master of using a scimitar, he not only has a keen intuition for combat that ordinary people cannot match, but also can capture the most inconspicuous small odds from the perspective of human nature, and make the impossible possible, in the lower areas...... No, in the whole city of Hemtika, it must not be unknown.

But alas......

A trace of regret flashed in the young man's eyes, and in the face of the fierce slash that was close at hand, he neither temporarily avoided the edge, nor did he rush to meet it, but naturally bowed his body, as if he had practiced it thousands of times, he rolled on the spot without delay, and got rid of the entanglement of the knife, and then-

- Draw your sword

The name of the sword is dark blood, and the sword is bloody!

The assassin was caught by surprise by the sudden change of circumstances, and in order to pursue a one-hit kill, he deliberately chose the best time and place - generally speaking, humans always regard their homes as a foolproof safe place, and in most cases, the moment they return home is when their vigilance drops to the freezing point, and doing it at this time will undoubtedly maximize the success of the assassination. What's more, the moment the door was opened, limited by the thick door walls on the left and right, Amy Ulysses had almost no room to maneuver in a hurry, and could only passively bear the carefully prepared fatal knife.

However......

At the most critical moment, he made the most correct choice, and in that moment of lightning, I don't know whether it was the favor of Lady Luck or the fact that there was some unimaginable fighting instinct hidden in the young man's body, this guy accurately found the biggest flaw in his carefully woven net, and directly rolled around a donkey, and then showed the fangs as deadly as a poisonous snake in front of him.

- Suffer!

For the first time, there were emotional fluctuations in the black eyes under the mask of the murderer, but this rare scene only lasted for a moment, and the assassin who clearly knew that his knife was too old to recruit, without any hesitation, resolutely gave up the plan to withdraw the knife and return to defense, and directly tilted in the center, and the body fell abruptly to the side, and then the muscles in the lower abdomen contracted suddenly, and the already thin body shrank into a monkey curled up like a baby。

Blood splattered, and the killer fell to the ground.

This is also inevitable - in a hurry, this is the best option he can think of, compared to disemboweling, just a little concede is not a thing worth caring about.

Compared to this...... It's better to care about the pursuit of the teenager.

That's right—

Amy's pursuit.

Amy Ulysses has not undergone professional combat training, and has rarely dealt with killers, and does not know much about the various methods of assassins, but some people are born with a certain talent and instinct that overrides hard work, he is born to be an expert at killing and fighting, perhaps the strange methods displayed by the other party are enough to make ordinary people lose their minds, but his actions are not affected by this, after the first blow is unsuccessful, there is no respite for the enemy, and the second sword is immediately cut off on the head.

The tide has been reversed in the blink of an eye.

Predators who have been carefully woven into their nets have become prey in the rise and fall of rabbits, and predators who have been imprisoned have become hunters in the exchange of attack and defense - there is no room for turnover between the two sides who do not trust each other, and the only way to decide the winner and the living is to live or die.

The murderer knew this, and his face under the mask of crying and not crying, and smiling but not laughing outlined, and in the face of Amy's head slashing, he did not panic even the slightest, but calmly raised his right arm holding the knife, and even snorted without emitting a muffled snort, and then swirled a flower in the air with his left hand, and turned out the second scimitar out of nowhere, and attacked the young man who was looking down at him condescendingly.

Amy didn't intend to fight for his life with a killer, so even though he knew that the other party was planning to use this to force him to suspend the attack, he had to take a step back and give up the first-mover advantage he had earned so hard - but that didn't mean that he would easily let the assassin go, and after avoiding the sword light, he leaned forward again, and with the roar of the atmosphere, the short sword dark blood slashed down with a comet volley.

But the murderer who earned a little respite did not intend to continue to do senseless entanglement when he lost his first hand, and took advantage of the opportunity when the young man was temporarily forced back by him with a surprise second knife, waist, abdomen, shoulders, elbows, and feet...... The whole body exerted force together, like a slippery and non-sticky loach, narrowly avoided the slash of dark blood, and rolled into the grass on the side, and lost its breath.

The grass was not high, only knee-high, but in front of the grass, Amy couldn't help but stop.

- Feng Lin Mo entered.

Even if there is just a pile of weeds in front of him, the young man who is twelve points wary of the assassin still can't help but think of this ancient saying inherited from the ancestors. It's just that this hesitation only lasted for a moment, and the murderous intent that filled his heart couldn't be suppressed - it was not a wise man to let the tiger return to the mountain.

With a sneer, he sank into the grass.

Perhaps to some extent affected by the fog of the Nameless, the crazy weeds in the courtyard that had not been dealt with in months were waist-high, and for the assassin wearing a strange mask that seemed to laugh but not laugh, as if he was crying, the complex environment with so many shelters was the home field that could maximize his advantages.

Therefore, Amy was careful and careful, and her vigilance was raised to the maximum, and she did not intend to let go of any disturbance around her.

- There's movement!

It was thanks to this high concentration that he noticed an abnormal disturbance in the grass at the first time, and the young man, who was confident that he could take advantage of the head-to-head confrontation, directly swept away the weeds that stood in the way under his feet with his short sword, and rushed to the place where there was movement.

However, what caught his eye was the handle of the scimitar buried deep in the earth.

Hit the trick!

Amy's reaction was not unpleasant, and he looked back almost the moment he sensed that something was wrong, but his opponent was quicker than him, and the assassin, after making sure that the flying scimitar had attracted his attention, immediately turned and retreated, regardless of the risk of being discovered, not wanting to entangle him more - at best, it was only a few breaths, and the two sides had already opened up a distance of nearly ten meters.

At this time, it is already too late to catch up.

The killer who rushed out of the house was like a fish into the sea, and disappeared into the foggy night in the blink of an eye.

"It's a big problem. ”

Looking at the blank night, Amy fell into a long silence.

There is only one thing that makes people sleep more than being assassinated, and that is that the assassination is far from over - from the failure of the first assassination to the beginning of the second assassination, there are only ten minutes in between...... As long as the injuries over there improve, there is a good chance that the next round of assassinations awaits him.

With the methods that the assassins have shown tonight, I am afraid that it will be another life-and-death battle at that time.

"Fortunately, I finally returned his sword. "Until now, the boy can only use this to comfort his heart that needs to be soothed," the sword of 'dark blood'...... It's not that easy to suffer. ”

Unfortunately, the trouble that has been incurred as a result seems to be much more than that.

The glorious one, whose spirit had just improved, turned around and closed the door, his eyes couldn't help but stop in a messy courtyard, and his face couldn't help but show a smile that was even uglier than crying: "This is simply impossible to clean up...... And the traces left behind are not easy to hide...... It seems that tonight we have to prepare a set of rhetoric, a set of rhetoric that can perfectly fool the past, otherwise we really can't get out......"

Thinking so, Amy Ulysses fell into deep distress.