48 Hours a Day

Just when Thor and Ann were looking for Zhang Heng near the convenience store, the latter had already returned thousands of miles away, Isis's health club in the mountains.

Just after midnight, Zhang Heng parked the car in front of the gate, only to find that, unlike when he first came, the gate of the health club was closed tightly and it was completely dark inside.

Zhang Heng got out of the car carrying the travel bag and pressed the doorbell.

However, after waiting for about five minutes, there was still no response inside, no one came to open the door, and the maid of Isis and the Egyptian woman were also missing.

Zhang Heng frowned when he saw this, took out the "pet wire" he was carrying with him, shook the wire, and asked it to get up to work, but after the [pet wire] opened the door in front of him, Zhang Heng But he took back the hand that pushed the door.

Afterwards, he followed the drainage pipe on the side and climbed directly to the fourth floor, and came to a window on the east side.

Zhang Heng remembers clearly that this is the same room where he and Isis met for the first time.

As soon as he settled down, a dagger was stabbed at his waist silently in the darkness. At the same time, a bow sound came from Zhang Heng’s ear, and a crossbow arrow shot out from behind him. The goal is his heart.

This knife, one arrow and one arrow, just sealed all his action routes. However, even if the situation is critical now, Zhang Heng is still calm, too late to pull out the [hidden sheath] on his waist, just use a scabbard. Heng, he pulled away the dagger in front of him, and then his body swayed with this force and moved a half step to the left side, but he also avoided the crossbow arrow behind him.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Heng pulled out the [hidden sheath] at the first time and cut it to the neck of the attacker.

But the next moment, the lights in the room came on again.

The person who attacked him before also retreated three steps away, looking at him with a smile, but it was Isis.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Heng also looked at Issi's eyes.

"It's nothing, it's just a misunderstanding." Isis took back the dagger in his hand nonchalantly. "I ask you to help me kill my brother. Although I believe in your strength, I have to think about your failure. It may be revenge for me, so I made some arrangements here in advance, and on the other hand, who told you not to go through the front door."

"Do you rely on a dagger and a crossbow to defend Seth?"

"Of course not, look at your feet." Isis placed the dagger on the bar counter and picked up another bottle of wine.

Zhang Heng lowered his head and saw a large complex of patterns. In other words, he was standing on a magic circle at the moment, and this magic circle was even bigger than the teleportation magic circle in the basement before, almost full of engraving. The entire reception room.

"It seems that I won this one." Isis pulled out the cork of the wine bottle and smiled triumphantly.

But the next moment her smile froze on the corner of her mouth again, because she found that there was something more on the grand magic circle that she had carefully prepared. It was a knife mark extending from the position of the window to where Zhang Heng is now. Wherever he went, those magic lines were destroyed.

"When?" Isis lost his voice.

Zhang Heng didn’t answer the other party’s question at all. He just put the travel bag in his hand on the ground, then took out a tule tree box from it and threw it to Isis, “I’ll help me save people, I promised you. The matter has already been done."

Hearing this, Isis did not open it in a hurry. He drank two sips of wine, and this time he stretched out a finger to lift the lid of the box. Inside was a heart pinned by a dagger.

"Site is dead, his heart is in the box. If you don't believe it, you can use your magic to check it."

"It's not necessary. He is my brother, and we have the same blood, so I can still recognize his heart." The look in Isis's eyes seemed a little complicated, but he closed the box after a while. No more nostalgia.

The owl on the mural also flew out at this time and grabbed the wooden box with its paws.

"Take it to the dog, this is what he deserves."

After giving the order, Isis clapped his hands, but turned his eyes back to the man in front of him.

"Your efficiency in doing things is really beyond my imagination. We have been apart for less than 24 hours. You actually killed Set before the new gods and the old gods, and you returned to me. "Isis said, "It's incredibly fast."

"It's just good luck. Now that we have completed our respective agreements, then I should say goodbye." Zhang Heng's expression remained unchanged, "Please trouble you to call Trista for me."

"Oh, that little succubus, she is so dishonest, I have to use magic to make her sleep, but it doesn't matter, I will let my maid wake her up." Isis said. At the same time, he made a gesture at the vulture on the mural, and the latter flew away from the wall.

However, Isis himself didn't seem to have any plans to leave the reception room. Instead, he still stared at Zhang Heng curiously, "Do you have any plans next?"

"What plan?" Zhang Heng asked rhetorically.

"You helped your'normal' friend solve her troubles, but what about your own troubles? How, have you had nightmares recently? Have you ever dreamed of the owner of that city? With the little succubus by her side, I want to get information from her and solve your problems.” Isis just sat on the bar counter as she spoke, and her two smooth legs were resting on her. On the edge.

"Do you have any advice?"

"Teaching is not enough, that guy is also a brand new existence to us, he has risen too fast, plus some...well, natural reasons, the world's poor understanding of him, but," Isiston paused, "The trouble you have encountered is also related to life, so I, the goddess of life, can barely help you.

Zhang Heng didn't say anything when he heard the words, but waited quietly for the other party's text.

"Strictly speaking, this body of yours originally belonged to that guy. You and him shed exactly the same blood. I know your skill is very good, and you just proved it again, but unfortunately it is your skill. No matter how good it is, it can't work on him." Isis said leisurely.

"Why?" Zhang Heng thought that in the nightmare before, he was just glanced at by the figure on the throne, and he couldn't move anymore. In this case, whether it was his sword or marksmanship, or No other props and skills are used at all.