The air was damp, there was a rotting and stinking smell of moss, the breath was cold, and even the stones were dead gray, looking hard and hideous.

There is no wind in the tunnel, and it is precisely because there is no wind that this unpleasant smell lasts for a long time, like a stubborn obsession entrenched in the hearts of human beings.

With a crazy obsession, the blind man walked at the front of the line with a torch in hand. He strode forward with his head held high.

The blind man does not need torches, but the people behind do, the blind man cannot see, and the darkness does not hinder him, so he walks in the front and leads the way. The light of the fire illuminated the ground, reflecting the stagnant water, the mud that did not reflect the light, and some hard stones, reflecting a different kind of light.

There was a "squeak" sound in the darkness, small and abrupt.

It was a very slight sound, but it was so obvious in a quiet place where you could hear even a pin drop on the ground.

A dark shadow burst out from the pitch-black front, it was a mouse, a rat larger than a normal mouse, about the length of a man's arm.

The light of the fire shone on its face, its fierce eyes, its sharp teeth, its unhesitating madness, and it swooped down on the blind man like a death squad.

Maybe it's smart enough to choose a blind man to target, but it's stupid, because the blind man who appears here is no ordinary blind man.

As soon as the bamboo stick moved, it swept accurately on the mouse, and it didn't even make a scream before it was pierced by the true qi.

The intestines are rotten, and the blood blooms, like a brilliant blood flower.

Those vicious eyes instantly lost the brilliance of life and turned gray.

- Tintin spit it out.

Han Chuang patted Ding Ding's back while looking at the blind man helplessly, and said, "Is it necessary to make it so bloody?"

The blind man said "hehe" and said, "Just let you see the blood in advance, and then things will be a hundred times more cruel than this." His unhurried and slow speech seemed to be telling an ordinary thing, but his gloomy tone told everyone that what he said was not ordinary, and he didn't seem to have anything to hide, and of course there was nothing wrong with it, and after they went out, they would indeed face a hundred times more blood than blood.

Blood did not splash on the blind man, and after hundreds of drills, he knew how not to get bloody, and the corpse of the mouse rolled twice on the ground, rolled over a pool of stagnant water, stained a few dead gray stones, and finally merged with a puddle of mud.

-- Mourn for it in silence and cast a good birth in the next life.

Moving on, the tunnel is like there is no edge, no light to see, no sound to hear, because there is no light and no sound.

Everyone didn't even dare to take a breath of air, just moved forward mechanically, and there were no rats or anything like that trying to attack them, and the creatures in the cave had already understood their power, and they would not give their lives in vain, which made the road ahead a little calmer.

-- Good thing.

But who knows? Maybe it's just a little closer to death.

The dark and narrow space made Liu Qingfu uneasy, she could even hear her own chaotic heartbeat, at this moment, a hand held her hand, the soft temperature from the palm of the palm made her feel a little relieved, but the heart was still beating fast.

The tunnel gave people a sense of cold silence, and the glimmer of light from the little torch seemed to be swallowed up by darkness.

"Don't worry, you'll be out. A gentle voice rang out.

Liu Qingfu subconsciously leaned towards Han Chuang, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "I'm starting to believe in you, I really don't know if it's right or wrong to choose such a path." ”

They could have revealed their identities as disciples of the sect and entered through the gate, but for a greater merit, they chose to sneak in through the tunnel, which would produce two completely different ideas, the former was like a battering ram, with invincible excitement, and the latter was like a rat underground, with pervasive panic.

Yes, rats are everywhere, but they give people the impression of panic.

Han Chuang smiled, and also used a voice that only two people could hear, and breathed in Liu Qingfu's ear: "Don't worry, you will arrive at the entrance of the cave." ”

Liu Qingfu's eyes lit up, and she said softly, "How do you know?" Turning his head to look at Han Chuang, he couldn't even see his face clearly, he could only see a faint outline.

But it was this faint outline that made Liu Qingfu feel at ease.

Han Chuang laughed, he could already feel the rhythm of the air, a stream of cold air swept in, it was so obvious, but most people didn't feel it.

Han Chuang believed that only the blind man and him had feelings, and perhaps a clown would be added.

Ugly?

Han Chuang subconsciously looked to the side, this man, who was already very quiet, became even quieter at this moment.

"What's wrong with him?" Han Chuang thought, frowning, the ugly at this moment was like a lifeless corpse, and the long sword hidden in the sheath seemed to have lost its original sharpness.

He was sluggish, rusty—and all of this was hidden under a fierce sword aura, and at this moment, the sword aura on his body was thicker than ever, and the richness was almost dripping water.

"Tick!"

The sound of water came, and a smile appeared on the corner of the blind man's mouth, and he said, "It's almost there." ”

Everyone knew that it was coming, but no one spoke, everyone was afraid that it would be just empty joy, and everyone's heart was very nervous, and no one could put it down.

Han Chuang looked back, and there was a thick ink-like darkness, almost exactly the same as the darkness in front of him.

Liu Qingfu patted her chest and said with palpitations: "Thank God, everything is safe." ”

What she should really be thankful for is not God, but luck, which gave her a peaceful journey but hides all the blood.

Invisible blood, an impending enemy, and an inevitable killing.

Walking around a corner, there was some light ahead.

When fifteen men came out of the ground, they found that they had come to a firewood house.

The firewood stacking place in the firewood room was stained with stains on the four walls, and the wood that had been cut and some wood that had not yet been cut were scattered randomly on one side, and there was a firewood knife on the ground, a sharp firewood knife.

A chai knife is a knife used to chop wood, but it is no less than a knife used to kill people, if the chai knife is not sharp enough, it cannot split the wood from the center, and from this point of view, the wood knife must almost be sharp.

If it's dull, it's time to be eliminated.

This chai knife is obviously very sharp, and under the light of the faint light, it shows a dazzling silver light, and there is a little red in the silver light, like the color of a red lantern in the distance, but in Han Chuang's opinion

-- It's like blood.

The hatchet was stained with blood.

You don't need to go out to know that there are two people at the door, their strength is around the early stage of Huayuan, there is no threat, and they don't even know that fifteen people suddenly appeared in the firewood room.

The question now is how to kill these two people silently.

The blind man pondered for a moment and said, "Han Chuang, you go and kill them." ”

Everyone's eyes are focused on Han Chuang, there is no more suitable person than him, strength, body style, all of them are refined, originally a blind man is also a good choice, but he is blind, no one has confidence in the blind man's sneak attack, it is good if others don't sneak attack him.

Han Chuang also understood that the stakes were high, so he nodded calmly and leaned out.

Han Chuang's figure unfolded, like a gust of wind, towards the two patrolling warriors.

These were two young men, excessively young, with childish faces, no more than twenty years old, but they showed a serious temperament different from that of ordinary young people, and their eyes swept over every corner from time to time.

-- I forgot what was behind me.

It's no wonder that they have a firewood house behind them, a firewood room against the wall, there is no passage, it is impossible for anyone to come out from there, and they can't imagine that there will be a tunnel behind the firewood house, so they relaxed their vigilance behind them.

This relaxation cost them their lives.

Han Chuang passed between the two, and the two suddenly felt that there was someone, and they just wanted to react, but it was too late.

Han Chuang's finger touched their ribs.

These two fingers, without any martial arts, are the key to speed, as if they have been rehearsed hundreds or thousands of times, swift, clean, and without any mud and water.

The two warriors fell, Han Chuang gently supported the two with both hands, and at the same time, the blind man walked out with the others.

"Yes, agile. The blind man complimented.

"It's over. Han Chuang said expressionlessly.

Han Chuang gently put the corpse down, and there was no joy in his eyes.

No one likes to kill, killing is more like a means than a result, Han Chuang has killed many people, but every time he kills, he will have a sense of disgust in his heart

- He hated the hand he used to kill.

The blind man frowned and said, "There is another person in front of him, which is a little tricky. ”

can be said to be tricky by a blind man, and naturally the strength of the peak of the Huayuan will also be very different, although the strength of the peak of the Huayuan and the peak of the Huayuan will be very different, but after all, he is a martial artist at the peak of the Huayuan, and it is still a little difficult to kill him silently.

The blind man can't do it, so he thinks Han Chuang can't do it either.

But Han Chuang really can't do it?

He smiled slightly and said to Chou, "Chou, borrow your sword." ”

Ugly didn't answer, he froze in place, his eyes staring blankly at the sky.

"Chou?" Han Chuang shouted again, using his true qi to send the voice directly to Chou's ears, which would not alarm the guards and make Chou hear.

"En?" Ah Chou sighed, and when he saw that everyone was looking at him, he said suspiciously, "What is it?"

Han Chuang frowned and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Ugly said: "It's nothing. ”

Ah Chou didn't want to say it, and neither did Han Chuang, this was a gentleman's decision between them.

"Lend me your sword. Han Chuang said.

Swordsmen will not lend their swords to other people, but this does not apply to Han Chuang and Ah Chou, Ah Chou took out the long sword and threw it to Han Chuang without the slightest hesitation.

"Thank you. Han Chuang said with a smile.

This is just an ordinary long sword, three feet long, with a sharp cold light, it stands to reason that any sword can be used to kill people, but Han Chuang chose the ordinary long sword in Ah Chou's hand.

This sword looks ordinary, but it is actually a murderous sword, and some murderous swords will be painted black, because only black can hide the sword light and murderous aura, but Ugly's sword doesn't like any modification, just his person, it is enough to hide the murderous aura.

Han Chuang needed a sword that hid his murderous aura.

He quietly touched it, and in front of him was an arch, the arch was carved with the pattern of demon beasts, and the patrolling warrior was behind the arch, revealing a little bit of the corners of his clothes, gray clothes.

Han Chuang approached slowly, he walked very slowly, for assassination, the speed when approaching has no meaning, slow is just a habit, and fast is also.

Han Chuang had already come to the back of this person, and there was only a wall between the two. He had to turn to the man and pierce him in the throat with lightning speed, a move that had to be done in one go, without any delay.

Only the top assassins can do it, Han Chuang absorbed the martial soul of the sword ghost, and also absorbed his assassination experience, his assassination skills, and will never go down to any top assassin in the Southeast Region.

But he was still nervous, and his palms were sweaty.