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The night was quiet, and the sounds of the cicadas and summer frogs fluctuated.

In the night, there was a figure in black nightgown, quietly close to the boys' dormitory under cover of darkness. Eventually parked under the balcony on the floor of Song Shuhang dormitory.

“It should be here by now.” Black figure whispered to himself, then only saw him jump slightly, ‘Hu’ jumped onto the balcony of Song Shuhang dormitory.

The second floor of the boys' dormitory is three metres and five, plus a half metre high guardrail, four metres high. This black figure doesn't have to jump, and jumps flat and jumps to the balcony without effort.

This bouncing force, if it serves the country, the world champion is entirely in the bag - no need to help the runner jump four meters flat, no matter what level the high jumper, when he sees this achievement, he will silently give his knee.

And more likely, of course, people all over the world are wondering if he's eaten drugs, or if he's hiding some advanced technology product in his muscles or something?

The doors on the dormitory balcony are floor-to-ceiling windows and doors with a clean and beautiful structure.

The blackjacket first made a vigilant tour, and after making sure no one noticed, he picked a thin blade from the waist and plugged it into the door seam on the floor.

Nor did he see any movement, the locks on the floor windows and doors were unlocked and the unlocking technique was filled.

Gently push the window door open and the black man enters the room. His movements were gentle, like cats, and the whole process was silent.

In the bedroom, Song Shuhang lay in a large font and slept very dead.

Help pharmacists find houses and refine quenching fluid in the morning.

Then he learned basic boxing and meditation, and before returning home, he had a fight, and today too much happened, exhausting his energy.

Now, even if someone slapped Book Sailing twice, it would be hard for him to wake up.

As a monk, Song Shuhang's experience and vigilance are far from sufficient. He is also an excellent dish among rookies and needs more grinding.

Likewise, as a newcomer, you can't expect him to be able to listen to the wind blow when he sleeps like a master monk.

The black man stared at Song Shuhang for a while and compared the photo in his head about ‘Song Shuhang' to the teenager in front of him and determined his identity: “That's right, that's him. ”

The other party didn't seem to notice his arrival, sneaking in smoothly, unexpectedly relaxed.

But the black man still dared not relax, because the altar master was very worried about this ordinary teenager, Song Shuhang. Before he came, he was advised to act on the occasion. If the other party detects you, don't think too much, retreat immediately!

So, from the time they entered the house until now, they were cautious, converging, holding their breath.

“Next, where is the Soul Ice Pearl?” The black man's eyes swept by Song Shuhang's side. He visited the dormitory at night mainly to bring back the legendary spirit ghost.

The room was small, so he quickly found the target - the soul sealed ice beads sealed with ghosts were hung by Song Shuhang as a pendant around his neck, without any protection.

The black man suddenly got excited.

“It's easier than I thought. It's great.” The black man was happy in his heart, the target slept so dead, and a pair of thunder seemed untouchable, not like a master at all. He just can't figure out why the altar is so worried about such an ordinary human being?

The man in black reaches out his left hand and probes for the soul sealing bead at the neck of the Book Sail.

At this time, looking at Song Shuhang, who was still asleep, his heart suddenly moved.

If you simply retrieve the Ghost… you can only complete the task of the Forum Leader at most and get some rewards.

But what if we could bring Song Shuhang's head back with us?

Maybe he can take the opportunity to get a great appreciation from the altar master and gain deeper skills!

It won't take long for him to be promoted, become a member of the Gold Medal within the organization, become the master of the altar, reach the peak of his life, and possibly even have a long life like the master of the altar. Think about it with a little excitement.

The man in black flipped his right hand and slipped out a handless blade, which he pinched between his fingers. His eyes rose and the blade of his right hand slammed against the throat of Book Sail, his left hand continued to probe forward and grabbed the pendant chain.

Just get the ghost, give the boy a knife in his right hand, and the rich and glorious will get it!

The man in black licks the corner of his mouth and has hope for a better future in his heart.

Watching his hand touch the pendant.

At this moment… he suddenly felt his body unknown and his head felt a sharp dizziness. It feels like someone stuck a poop stick in his head and stirred it up hard. His headache cracked and he almost screamed.

“What's going on?” He bites his teeth tight and will scream hard to bear.

At the same time, there is a feeling of uncertainty in the heart.

Indeed, the next moment, the feeling of heavy weakness poured over his body; it was accompanied by a feeling of nausea and vomiting. The blade clamped between the fingers could not be pinched and fell to the floor.

“Is this feeling highly poisoned? Shit. Where's the poison? When was I poisoned?” The man in black is in shock.

With all sorts of cruel training, he immediately realized that he was poisoned, and that the poison was extremely hegemonic. At the onset of an attack, even the ‘blood force' in his heart could no longer be moved, and his body weakened rapidly.

He stared sharply at Song Shuhang in bed.

At this point, he saw Song Shuhang's mouth rising in his sleep, revealing a slight evil smile. (Smiles sweetly?

Not good!

“Got it!” The man in black came to a standstill and fell ill. Flip away from the balcony before your body falls down.

“Wow!” When he landed, he spit a bite of blood out of his mouth and stained the masked towel on his face.

He hastily took several detoxifying pills out of his arms and swallowed them in one bite, regardless of their usefulness.

However, the dizziness in his head was not relieved at all and his weakness was worsening, as he jumped off the balcony, feeling a little restless in his legs and a slight dark wound.

The antidote is not working.

Blackjackets only feel their brains become more and more confused in severe pain, like drunk alcoholics, losing their usual judgment.

No, we must go back to the altar master immediately, and ask the altar master for help before the poison completely explodes.

Thinking of it, he ran fast towards the ‘altar master’ with his poisoned body.

This is definitely a very wrong decision - if he had a clear head, he would never go to the altar master. This will only reveal the hiding place of the altar master.

At this moment, however, his head had been punctuated and his survival instincts had made him choose to go to the altar master for help.

……

……

The altar master stays in a hotel outside the university city temporarily.

He sits on a chair and puts a hollow eye, but the sharp eyes of the pharmacist's dark circle are constantly appearing in his head. Those horrible eyes were in his head.

When I think of that look, his body is a little soft.

He dared not approach the pharmacist, nor did he have access to Song Shuhang with the pharmacist. It is not possible to determine whether Song Shuhang is a 'tall man’ or a 'mortal'.

Until late at night, after learning that Song Shuhang and the pharmacist had separated, he sent a newly trained subordinate to visit Song Shuhang.

Because Song Shuhang's real strength was uncertain, he couldn't help sending powerful subordinates to avoid folding into each other's hands. His subordinates are not easy to train and are very expensive and time-consuming.

“Counting the time, if you get it, your people should come back to life, right?” The altar master thought. If it fails, it must be a dead end.

The world of monks is far more brutal than that of ordinary people!

That's when the door came knocking.

Is your subordinate back?