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The blue sky and the remnant sun naturally accompanied Xiang Nan and guarded the bell tower together.

The thirty-five killers, each of whom hid in a dark corner of the bell tower, watched the condition of the bell tower at any time.

Once they find out that the black scythe is coming, that's when they make a move.

Xiang Nan held a wine glass and said to Lan Tian and Remnant Sun: "During the mission, I am just a cargo, under normal circumstances, I will not take the initiative to deal with the black sickle, except for those fifty killers, the only task of the two of you is to protect me." ”

Na Remnant Yang waved his fist excitedly and said: "It should have been arranged like this a long time ago, if you want me to say, you hire those fifty killers are redundant, in the eyes of Lao Tzu, it is just a bunch of waste, and it is enough to have Lao Tzu alone." ”

Lan Tian thought more, and he said thoughtfully: "Do you want me and Remnant Yang to personally experience the strength of the black sickle, so that the two of us can recognize him?"

Xiang Nan smiled and said, "It's all there." ”

Blue Sky nodded, his hands lowered, and he was ready for everything.

With his hands, he can turn enemies into sand.

If the black sickle dares to come, the blue sky and the remnant sun are already ready to let the black sickle not be able to eat and walk around.

At night, Xiang Nan was still leisurely tasting the wine.

The night of the Tempest Fortress is even more chaotic, as the so-called Moonlight Dark Wind High Murder Night, the Tempest Fortress shrouded in a hurricane has become a real killing city at night.

Before the night could fall completely, the flames of war had already burned everywhere in the main city of the Tempest Fortress.

Billowing smoke rose into the sky, darkening the clouds.

Judging from common sense, if Hei Sickle wants to assassinate Xiang Nan, he will definitely choose to act tonight, taking advantage of the night is the most ideal state.

The thirty-five killers who were guarding the bell tower, hidden in the shadows, apparently thought so too, and they were ready to meet the battle between masters that would make their blood boil.

But the night was surprisingly calm, and the black sickle did not come.

"Did that kid retreat and give up?" Remnant Yang wondered, and even made such a guess.

Xiang Nan did not answer.

(日rì) on the three poles, and then close to noon.

The sun was high, in the Storm Fortress, it was hot summer, the dazzling sunlight was scorching the city where the smell of blood had not subsided, and the strong light made people a little drowsy.

Xiang Nan picked up his wine glass, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He knew that the black scythe was coming, but he didn't alert anyone, as he said, he was just a cargo, and he wouldn't give any hint to the killers, not even anyone, including the blue sky and the sun.

Lan Tian put his hands behind his back, glanced down, and said silently: "This person is also strange, he doesn't choose to do it at night, but he wants to act under the big sun." ”

Remnant Yang stretched lazily and said, "What?

Bell Tower, northeast, in a narrow alley next to a restaurant, the alley (yin yīn) is dark and damp, and there is a pool of filthy swill on the ground.

The swill was shallow, and at best it could only submerge people's feet.

It is in such a small swill that there is a killer with high attainments in retreat.

With a silver thread in both hands and a dagger in his mouth, he transforms into water, mixing with swill.

No one could spot him, and even if someone came over and even stepped into the swill puddle, it would be difficult to find that there was a big living person hidden in the dirty water.

And inexplicably, a jet-black blade silently went from behind the killer to the front of his neck.

The killer remained vigilant, unaware of the black dagger's existence.

With that, the black blade slashed slightly.

The killer's body shook, and he went straight to the slump, revealing his true (body shēn).

His body lay motionless in a puddle of swill, not knowing how he had been killed until he died.

In the northwest corner of the bell tower, there is an armory shop, on the eaves, there are six small stone beasts sitting on each ridge, which is called the roof beast, which is used to guard the building.

There are four ridges, which are located in the southeast, southwest, northwest and northeast directions.

Among the six small beasts on the northeast roof, the third in the middle is indistinguishable from the other small beasts, and there is no clue to be seen.

At this moment, as if in the dark, a blackless dagger came out and wrapped around the neck of the little beast.

The little beast remained motionless, unresponsive.

Then, the dagger slashed slowly, and the little beast spurted blood, and turned into a human corpse, lying on the eaves and dying quietly.

Thirty-five killers, all of whom died one by one, and died in a strange way, their appearance after death remained vigilant and cold, rather than the surprise and despair they should have.

This shows that at the last moment before they died, they did not even realize that they had been killed.

Inside the bell tower, there was the sound of soft footsteps.

The black scythe spiraled upwards through disintegration, and finally came to the top, under the huge ancient bell.

He wiped the chair, sat opposite Xiang Nan, and picked up a wine glass and took a sip lightly.

The blue sky was still looking out, and the remnant sun was leaning on a pillar and fell asleep, and the two of them did not feel the arrival of the black sickle at all.

Xiang Nan applauded: "Wonderful." ”

The black scythe held up a finger and said, "Deception." ”

"If a killer wants to kill a target, he must first get close to the target and not be aware of it, which is usually divided into many different situations," he said. ”

"Some people choose to deceive their target on the feeling (情qíng), get closer to the target person, gain trust, and then launch a fatal blow. ”

"There are people who choose to deceive their targets visually and audibly, and these killers disguise themselves, hide themselves, so that the target cannot discover their presence, so as to deliver a fatal blow. ”

"But the real master is to deceive the opponent in impressions. ”

"Impressions. Xiang Nan poured a glass of wine for the black sickle and said with great interest: "This is (quite tǐng) fresh, the first time I heard of it." ”

The black sickle said: "There are three kinds of impressions, one is called the impression past tense, one is called the impression in progress, and the other is called the impression futuristic tense. ”

He took out a piece of paper and a pen, pushed it in front of Xiang Nan, and said, "Please draw the chair you are sitting on, and pay attention to every detail." ”

Xiang Nan smiled and didn't move.

"You've seen this chair, and you've even sat on it, but now I suddenly ask you to draw it, and you find that you have no impression of this chair, you don't know what it looks like, and you don't know the specific lines carved on it." ”

"Thought you weren't fully impressed with it, and it didn't get your attention. ”

This is called the past impression tense. ”

Speaking of this, the black sickle slapped his palms twice and said, "I'm the black sickle, I'm here, I'll sit here." ”

But the blue sky and the remnant sun were unmoved.

Xiang Nan raised his eyebrows and said, "Interesting." ”

The black sickle said, "Do you think I'm blocking their hearing and sight? Do you think I'm invisible in front of them?"

"Actually, no, they can see me and hear me, but they have no impression of my presence at this time. "I didn't get their attention. ”