The plots are always strikingly similar, and the killers who often appear in those scripts often die in accidents or in the conspiracy of their own people after they have the idea of retreating, and the killer Hengshui is no exception.

In the raging sea of fire, Hengshui knelt on one knee, holding the bladed war knife in his hand.

Looking at his dead companions beside him, he knew that he couldn't go back this time.

"It's all gone," said a middle-aged man's voice from beyond the sea of fire.

"Report to your lordship, there is one more. But the sea of fire has surrounded him, even if he has wings, he doesn't want to leave alive. ”

The middle-aged man snorted: "The news from Qin Du is right, sending so many elite assassins from Qin Capital at one time, that person's sincerity is really good." ”

The man's words fell into Hengshui's ears word for word, and his heart was like being struck by lightning.

They were betrayed, it's true!

When he received this task, Hengshui was already vigilant. But as a killer, where does you have the right to choose to refuse the task, that is, to organize and arrange for you to go up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire, knowing that the front is dead, you still have to take great strides up.

At the moment of life and death, Hengshui's mind was only left with the voices and smiles of his grandmother and younger brother.

He was worried about how they would live after he left.

Although grandma and younger brother are reluctant to accept their own money on weekdays, in life, Hengshui can always subsidize the expenses of the whole family.

Grandma is bedridden, and my brother is still young, if he dies like this, their source of livelihood will not be cut off.

Even Hengshui, who has never hesitated much in the face of life, howls without pain when he thinks of this.

originally thought that embarking on this road and giving up a life could fight for the family without worrying about food and clothing, but I didn't expect that it would be such a result in the end.

Meng Juntong looked at the roaring dream medium fire in the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp in his palm, which meant that Hengshui's dream mood had reached a certain critical value.

In fact, this dream was completely framed by Meng Juntong's void, and what she wanted was for Hengshui to feel the coldness and despair that he would face in the end of the road he was taking.

His memory is locked, and others can't see it at all, only if he gives up that firmness and shakes his will, then it is possible to get the information that Song Yi and they want from him, and only in this way can he save the life of the young Hengshui.

Looking at Hengshui, who was already in tears, Meng Juntong knew that the time was almost up.

She slowly raised her right hand and gently pressed it against Hengshui's forehead, and at the same time, the dream mark on her own forehead lit up, and an imperceptible arc of electricity snapped between her fingers and passed into Hengshui's eyebrows.

It is the Divine Lightning Technique of the Fourth Illusion Dream Realm of Dream Technique.

Hengshui opened his eyes violently, and the raging fire and bone scorching flames in front of him had all disappeared.

All that was left was tears on his own face.

"This ...... This is...... A dream?" Hengshui sobbed slightly, trying to calm himself down.

Meng Juntong sighed softly: "At present, this is just a dream, but if you insist on going down this path, one day in the future, this is the reality you have to really face." ”

Hengshui was even more shocked, he had this dream, but the girl in front of him seemed to be able to know.

Meng Juntong saw Hengshui's incredulity and continued: "This dream is woven by me for you, think about it, if you really die in this city, who will take care of your lonely grandmother and young brother, and how bleak their lives will be after that." ”

Hengshui frowned and sat there without saying a word.

Meng Juntong didn't urge him, stood up and walked to the door: "Hengshui, think about it, I will help you buy more time." ”

"Do you know my name?" Heng Shuichu still didn't believe that this woman could weave dreams, but now, she actually called out her name in one mouthful.

The killer like them is in the organization, and the one who is called is also a nickname, no one shows his real name, and only when he returns home, grandma will call his name.

Meng Juntong nodded, didn't say anything more, pushed the door and walked out of the room.

Xue Ding was still guarding the door of the room at the moment, holding a knife, gently leaning on the edge of the pillar and closing his eyes to recuperate.

Hearing the door being pushed open, Schröding opened his eyes: "How?"

Meng Juntong glanced back at the closed door: "What should be done has been done, and then it depends on his own choice." ”

"You don't have to think too much, there are many things in this world that we can't grasp by ourselves. ”

Meng Juntong didn't have the idea of taking everything into her hands, she just felt that the current world didn't seem to be as wonderful as she thought when she came, at least it was more than 108,000 miles away from Shaohua Dream City.

But looking back, if the world is like Shaohua Dream City, then this world is also a fairyland.

"What about Brother Song?" Meng Juntong asked, she hadn't been dreaming for Hengshui for a long time this time, and it was only a little more than an hour.

Now that he has caught the spy of the Qin State, Song Yi thinks that he is going to start strengthening the investigation of the secret agent, which is his duty in this city.

Meng Juntong had just finished asking, and Song Yi on the other side walked over with a depressed face.

Song Yi came to the headphones and asked, "How is it?"

Meng Juntong shook his head: "Not yet, but ......"

didn't wait for Meng Juntong to finish speaking, but Song Yi shook his head: "There is no time." ”

"Don't have time?"

Song Yi's expression was solemn: "Someone in the city was killed, it was the throat cutting blade of the Qin State that died, and it was an elder of the Han family who died. ”

"There are still Qin State's spy killers in the city?" Xue Ding wondered.

Song Yi nodded: "I think so, now the Han family knows that we have captured a Qin spy and are leading people to our side, asking us to hand over the murderer." ”

"Is it Hengshui who did it?" Meng Juntong asked.

Song Yi shook his head: "It doesn't matter anymore, the Han family believes that it was done by Qin Spy, and it doesn't matter which Qin spy you are at all." ”

Meng Juntong was silent for a moment: "Did you just hand over Hengshui to them?"

"This won't be, after all, the Han family has no official body, and they have no right to sentence a spy if they catch it. It's just that he can't stay here anymore, and we're going to send him to death row in Xuncheng. ”

"If you are on death row, you basically can't get out. Xue Ding looked at Song Yi: "On death row, as long as the Han family buys off a few death row inmates and prison workers, it is not a matter of minutes to kill a Qin spy." ”