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“Come in.” The altar master drank low.

But when there is only one 'knock’ outside the door, there will be no more silence.

The altar master frowned and he reached out and pulled a short blade out of his coat. He then cautiously approached the door and looked out through the cat's eyes.

Outside the door, I saw the subordinate I had sent arriving at the door, motionless. There's no one behind him.

Got it?

However, the main center of the altar felt a little bad, and he quickly opened the door, strained his muscles and was ready to fight at any time.

As soon as the door opened, his subordinates, who had been on the door, suddenly turned to him.

The altar master stretched his hand and dragged it into the room.

He looked out the door again and made sure he didn't find anyone else.

“What's going on?” He looked at the subordinates in his hand and asked.

The voice had just fallen, the altar master felt only a heavy hand, his subordinates twitched for a moment, and fell soft on the ground.

The altar master immediately reached out and pressed on his subordinates' wrists, the pulse had stopped beating, and his heart and blood dissipated - completely dead? You didn't even say a word!

He frowned and examined his subordinate's body.

No scratches on his subordinates, no signs of a struggle, only blood on his face.

The altar master cautiously opened the masked towel with a short blade, and he saw his subordinate's blue face, his eyes hugely filled with blood silk, and his mouth also smelled of blood.

There was a smell in the blood, and when the altar master accidentally smelled the smell, he suddenly felt a little dizzy.

“It's poison! ”

My subordinates were poisoned to death, and this is the ultimate drug bully! He actually melted into his subordinate's body blood and turned his whole body into poisonous blood. Now, just the bloody smell of your subordinates' blood is highly poisonous.

The altar master hastened to take down the detoxification dan and use genuine Qi to rid the body of toxins.

Secondary toxins alone, so hegemonic, to what extent does this very poison itself terrorize?

“Song Shuhang is certainly not a mortal. ”

Damn, what ‘freshmen from Jiangnan University City', 'teenagers just over 18’, ‘parents alive and gentle' are all fake news.

Especially that damn 'gentle', poisonous guy. How could he be a gentle guy?

This information is used by Song Shuhang in disguise of identity. You can be sure that the other party… is in the red-dust experience!

Fuck him, Mama. Why are the red-dust exercises so realistic? What a bloody dog.

“Damn, this poison won't get rid of!” The altar master bit his teeth, and the toxins in his body were rooted in him, making it difficult to get rid of them. To get rid of the toxins completely, I'm afraid it has to be closed.

But now he doesn't have time.

This stupid subordinate came all the way here after he was poisoned, a piggish teammate, this is leading the way for the opponent!

Maybe Song Shuhang has chased his subordinates this way.

This is not a good place to stay!

The altar owner organizes his items at the quickest speed.

Before leaving, he sprayed some septic fluid on his subordinate's body, destroying the remains.

After everything was done, the altar master covered his nose and jumped out of the hotel window. Under the cover of the night, he jumped a few times away from the hotel.

Once the plan has changed and the poison in the body has been expelled, we have to find other ways to contact this‘ Senior Song 'and replace him with a ghost.

The night… is still a long time.

In the night, there are people who are happy, there are people who are angry, there are people who are sad... life is a living thing!

June 6th at 5am.

Song Shuhang opened his eyes and was full of spirit.

After opening his eyes, his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.

After quenching, his sense of smell was much more acute than that of ordinary people, and a slight bloody smell stirred up in the air.

And the bedroom door was actually open —— in June, Song Shuhang and three other roommates would never open the bedroom door while sleeping. Because this is the most arrogant season for mosquitoes, they won't open their doors to sleep if they're not ready to feed them.

“Is Tubor back?” Song Shuhang's heart speculates.

But looking up, there was no sign of the roommate.

Through the bedroom, you can see that the ceiling door is open.

“You met a thief?” Song Shuhang's heart is tight, and it's not the first time that boys' dormitories have met thieves, especially those who live on the second floor, and thieves especially enjoy visiting the floors.

No, Song Shuhang jumped over, he lacked vigilance! Twenty-one pairs of 'quenching fluid' are in his locker. It's hard to buy with money.

If the medicine was stolen, he had to cry in the toilet.

When this rose up, Book Sailing's eyes stared dead at the ground - there was a handless blade. Exceptionally sharp, with cold lights.

This is a sharp thin knife with no handle. Should be clamped between fingers or used with other tools. To use such a blade, you need some technique and not be able to use it by a master. This knife is definitely not used to cut fruit, it is a murderous blade that kills people without blood.

Thieves can and cannot use this deviant weapon.

Plus the smell of blood in the air... they're not thieves!

Not for money, that's for life?

Who is it they're going to kill?

Who else could it be... I'm the only one in the dorm. Moreover, all three roommates are ordinary college students and are unlikely to recruit assassins against them.

The scourge of death.

For a moment, Song Shuhang cautioned his liver to jump a few beats faster.

He picked up the blade on the ground, and a thousand thoughts poured up in his head, and his mind couldn't calm down.

When I remembered sleeping like a pig yesterday, someone came and wanted to give him a knife, and I was scared for a while. I don't know why they didn't kill him, but he wandered around the line of life and death!

Even though he had begun to build foundations, two days earlier he was still a regular college student. If someone suddenly tries to kill him, if he's as calm as a senior monk, there 'll be ghosts!

However, Song Shuhang only confused himself with three breaths, and then silently transported "True My Meditation Scripture" to calm himself down by force.

“From the moment I chose to become a monk, I wasn't even afraid to die.” Song Shuhang opened his eyes and his heart was stronger.

When he uttered this statement and firmly established himself as a monk, the True Me Meditation moved a little further. The ‘true me’ of consciousness emits an extraordinary and unusual aura. This is the ‘true me' who recognises himself, no longer an ordinary man, but a monk!

When he opened his eyes again, Song Shuhang gently pressed towards his heart.

Heartbeat… still a little fast, but not afraid.

It's kind of coming out of the heart —— joy!

The other person's assassination, this feeling of possible death, makes him feel… interesting!

Even if he was the one who was assassinated. But this doesn't happen in the ‘script’ of the average college student world, and it really makes him feel entertained and happy.

At that moment, Song Shuhang was a little suspicious that he was having some kind of mismatch in his mind.

“If you really want to take my life, maybe... you can't get away with the guy who collected my information at school the day before yesterday. ”

Song Shuhang pondered, playing with the handless blade between his fingers, the blade traveled between his fingers, like a dancing butterfly.

When he learned from Zhuge Yue that someone was searching for his information, he thought about the identity of the other party.

“Off-campus defects can be ruled out. After all, they are ordinary students and live under the rule of law. It is not possible to ask killers to do this because of a little conflict - if the bad guys were hanging like that, the world would have been reunited. ”

“It is also unlikely to follow the followers behind the pharmacist. Most people who follow pharmacists are looking for pharmacists. Unless you're an extreme personality guy, the idea of kidnapping me as a threat to a pharmacist arises. But that's too unlikely. ”

“Beyond that, there is only Yoko Yu's incident.” Song Shuhang pulled out his pendant and looked at the ‘Soul Ice Pearl’ on it.

The ice beads upload a cool, refreshing atmosphere that makes his head more flexible, agile, and wide open.

There's something about Yoshiko Yu that reminds Song Shuhang very much of now!