None of them spoke, except for the occasional clatter of carriages against stones. When the carriage was driven into a forest, suddenly the carriage stopped.

Renard was about to look up and ask what was going on outside, but he saw O'Neill pull out his weapon. Seeing O'Neill's performance, the two soldiers also looked nervous, and the muscles under the skin were faintly enlarged, which Renard recognized as a sign of fighting spirit. At the same time, the voice of the Book of Death sounded in Renard's heart: "Someone is coming, it seems to be a cultivator, but there is no malice." ”

Renard followed O'Neill out of the carriage and found the coachman slumped in his seat, while the coachman's horse stood quietly beside the carriage as if nothing had happened. Beside the horse, there was a black-haired and black-eyed man in a gray Hanfu, this man was a little chubby, and his face was ordinary. But the man gave Renard an unusual sense of danger.

The Book of Death explains to Renard: "It's the assassin of the Bloody Cloak, and his face is fake." Renard silently complained in his heart: "No matter how you look at these clothes, they are all gray!" The Book of Death snorted: "Who stipulates that the Bloody Cloak Building has to wear blood-colored clothes? Red dye is still very expensive in the world of cultivators, okay, if he wears blood-colored clothes every time he assassinates, then he doesn't need to assassinate, he will be directly exposed." Are you stupid for a bloody building?"

At this time, the assassin of the Bloody Cloak House watched the vigilant O'Neill and Renard get out of the carriage with two ordinary soldiers with an expressionless face, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, speaking in the language of Enriel, who was not very proficient: "Don't worry, your coachman is not dead, but I have ordered him to sleep, and it will be fine in a while." I'm here just to make a deal with you. ”

O'Neill didn't speak, just stared at him with blazing eyes. Reynard asked behind him, "What deal?" He still spoke the language of Enriel, and his knowledge of Chinese was very difficult to explain after all.

The Bloody Assassin's face did not change at all, as if a fake face concealed his expression: "Do you know why we invaded your world?" O'Neill shook his head, and the Book of Death said, "You high-ups must know, but they didn't say it." The Assassin of the Bloody Cloak Mansion opened his mouth and explained, "Our cultivation requires a large number of heavenly and earthly treasures, so we often invade some other worlds to obtain the cultivation resources we need from that world. However, there are always powerful worlds, such as yours, that can resist our invasion. ”

The Assassin of the Bloody Cloak House paused for a moment before adding, "In the face of such a world, we usually conduct some military operations to test and find an opportunity to invade. Reynard asked, "If you just want some resources, why do you have to be hostile and can't cooperate in development?"

The assassin of the Bloody Cloak House chuckled expressionlessly: "Cooperative development? Cultivation is originally against the sky, the higher you go, the more things you need, and from the beginning of the exterior scene, it is almost an exponential trend on the rise." We have worked with other worlds before, but then we need more and more of it, and it will always exceed the bottom line of others. It's better to start a war from the beginning than to get to know each other and then go to war!"

The Book of Death sighed in Renard's heart: "Since the beginning of the Dharma Body, cultivators have almost no friends, and they are all enemies in the world. After all, resources are limited, and cultivation needs are unlimited. Renard listened to the exclamation of the Book of Death as he continued: "This kind of world is generally a difficult bone to gnaw. We came here with five Dharma Bodies before we reached a tie with yours. At this time, we can't get much resources from you, and the people who are sent here are basically offended by us, so they can only come here to be thugs who have no profit. ”

Renard crossed his hands and asked, "So what? What are you going to say?" The Bloody Cloak Assassin nodded, "You guys are very good, I can see that." But we're also very good, and you should have experienced it. Speaking of this, the gaze of the assassin of the Bloody Cloak House swept over the four lonely living people, and his eyes deliberately stopped on the carriage behind them for a few seconds, making the faces of several people turn a little dark.

The Bloody Cloak Assassin shrugged: "So, this is the capital we have to make a deal." If we fight, our side won't have much advantage, but you won't suffer a small loss. Speaking of this, the assassin of the Bloody Cloak House raised his head and looked at several people with blazing eyes: "Do you want to spend more time exploring the meaning of life? Do you want to live well all the time? After all, those who die early have nothing." ”

The corners of Renard's mouth twitched, and O'Neill still looked at the assassin with his sword expressionless, as if his face was also a fake face. The eyes of the two ordinary soldiers flickered slightly. Renard understood that he could only speak on his own, and he asked, "What are you going to do?"

A fake smile appeared on the face of the assassin of the Bloody Cloak Building: "I am also your companion. If you do any more assassinations, we will find a way to provide you with more information, at least not like today, so that you don't even know that little guy has a treasure soldier. As for you, it's pretty much the same. When we have a mission, how good it would be to provide information and find a way to create an assassination opportunity. In this way, we have improved our chances of survival a lot, aren't we?

Reynard was about to think about this condition, and the two soldiers were obviously a little moved, but O'Neiense, who had not spoken before, shouted: "Don't try to shake my faith and loyalty with your devil's language, heretic!" His sword lit up with dazzling holy light, and slashed directly at the figure of the assassin of the Bloody Clothes Building, the assassin of the Bloody Clothes House did not resist at all, and the assassin of the Bloody Clothes Building was cut into two pieces with a sword, but no blood splashed, and the figure of the assassin of the Bloody Clothes Building who was cut off made a gentle popping sound directly in the air like foam, and then disappeared completely.

The Book of Death succinctly explains: "The Illusion Dafa of the Bloody Cloak Building." O'Neill turned around with a calm face and led the way back to the carriage, where Renard and the two soldiers looked at each other, one soldier was outside taking care of the coachman, and when he woke up, the other soldier followed Renard into the carriage.

O'Neill sat in his seat, his face still calm. The soldier who followed up asked, "Captain, why can't you make this deal? It's obviously beneficial to us, and killing a few more bastards won't affect us." ”

O'Neill calmly replied, "Because we can't afford to take that risk." If I say yes today, if my recording of today comes out, and they can use it to help one of their spies up, what will we do, do we need to say more?"

The soldier's face turned pale, and he didn't dare to say more. The Book of Death continued to speak in Renard's heart: "Even if it's okay this time, we will sell each other in the future, and if it is calculated on your heads, it will be a great achievement for them." Renard sighed silently, and remained silent with O'Neill and the soldier.

After a while, the coachman finally woke up, and several people continued to walk in silence. Renard began to close his eyes and recuperate, and he suddenly felt a little tired.