Heaven Awakening Path

Maureen.

Morson's nephew. The Mo family, like the Windstroke Academy in the colleges, is one of countless families on the mainland. They don't have any amazing bloodlines, and they don't have a huge family business. They do not have a unified business plan for the future of the family, they are in fact more like an ordinary family, there is nothing to bear such as family honour, each person has their own way of life, and each other is only because of a kinship of blood, that's all.

Morson is a gardener at Windstorm College, and Maureen is an assassin, or killer.

Morson was worried from the start that he would not do it, so he called his killer nephew to help. Now, the technique has a specialty, it's not unjustifiable.

“Where is the man to kill?” Immediately after the cold, Maureen began his work with treasure.

“Live there.” Morson means the cabin behind Maureen.

“There's no one there right now.” Maureen showed his professionalism. By staying here, he had already figured out what was going on in the area.

“Yes,” Morson said.

“It makes things easier.” Maureen said, turning back immediately and walking meteorically to the window of the cabin. The window was high, the situation in the room had been confirmed before by Maureen. Without looking any further, he pulled his hands off the window sill and climbed up hard. The professional assassin's atmosphere was exhausted.

“Uncle, give me a hand!” Maureen shouted. After climbing twice and eventually slipping weakly, Maureen had to ask her family and friends for help.

Mosen is helpless. Poor health would be most appropriate if they had to be characterized by Mo's blood. Unfortunately, however, this is a flaw, not a powerful ability, and such a label should not be used.

When Morson looked around and made sure no one was there, he hurried up to help him. Finally, he sent Maureen into the cabin, and then he heard Maureen screaming depressingly: “Who are you? Why didn't you lock the door? ”

Morson's a little stuck. He only knew what the nephew was doing, but did not know what the level was. At first, it felt solid, but now, it doesn't feel necessarily reliable.

“Shut up. What are you gonna do?” Morson watched Maureen in the house with his feet out the window.

“It's simple." Maureen has already started his operation. He came to the bed, pulled a tweezer out of his right hand pocket, and carefully clamped a needle from a leather bag sewn inside his left flap.

“This is the toxin I extracted from the Bamboo Peach Clip and the White Night Mandololi, and the amount on this needle is enough to poison an entire grade at Windstroke College. Now…” Maureen said, carefully pouring the needle into the mattress, then looked back and nodded satisfied.

Needless to ask, Morson already knows what Maureen's plan is. Simple, but practical, poison plot hidden in the mattress. Who can find it? The power of the Six Heavens of Mosen cannot be seen.

“Uncle, help me.” Maureen went back out the window to say hello to Morson and helped him climb out.

“Not going through the door?” Morson said.

“It is better not to leave excessive traces.” Maureen said, half of her body has climbed out.

Practical design and thoughtful. But just flipping through the window clumsily is kind of ruining the aura that an assassin deserves. And thanks to Morson, his family can still understand Maureen's difficulties. This is another employer, and I'm afraid I've lost faith in the assassin.

“I'll collect the needle in the middle of the night, then I'll wait for him to collect the body!” Maureen clapped at the clothes that were messed up when she flipped through the window and said.

“Be careful when you leave.” Morson's orders. Wind college winds are no longer tolerant, and students' lives and deaths cannot be taken seriously. The Academy will definitely look into it, and strangers like Maureen can easily be suspicious.

“Uncle, don't worry, when I come to collect the needle, it will heal, no one will find him dying abnormally.” Maureen smiled confidently, his assassin's temperament suddenly appeared again without the windows. Having said that, he walked in a direction that no one else had, or the General Assembly disappeared from Morson's sight.

So that's it? Watching Maureen leave, Morson looked back at the cabin. Soon there will be no more of that obstacle in my favorite garden. With this in mind, Morson suddenly finds himself not as eager to design the kiosk as he did in the morning, and his mood seems to be getting a little heavy.

“I hope Sultan doesn't get too upset..." Morson thought, beginning to look down to take care of the flowers and grass, which is the only thing that can calm his heart.

Later in the night.

A handful of stars hang in the sky, but for a perceiver who reaches the realm of dual heaven, it's bright enough for him to tell everything.

A shadow moves gently in the garden, occasionally with footsteps, but happens to mix with the sound of sand brought by the wind over the garden.

If it was a brilliant perceiver, perhaps it could tell the difference, but Maureen knew that the one in the cabin had no perception at all, not to mention that he was now a dead man.

Even so, Maureen came under the window as lightly as she could, then leaned over and put two mattress bricks at the bottom of the window.

This is a bit of a mess, but it's quite helpless to have such a body, Maureen. Of course he envied the guys who were brilliant and came and went. But Mo's family's body, in strength, is so sluggish.

There is no other way. We have to rely on wisdom to solve the problem.

Maureen stepped on two mat floor tiles and held her hand against the windowsill. The room is darker, but with a little light, there is nothing wrong with a perceiver of a rushing double heaven.

Maureen sees his target lying motionless in bed, but at this moment he sends a more precise message to him while his stronger and more acute six-piece pivot.

It's not right!

Temperature is wrong.

Though untouched, only at this distance, Maureen has detected the body temperature emanating from the target. It's the second half of the night, and unless this guy just fell asleep, he's dead in the middle of the night, and there's no way he could have had that temperature.

Something is wrong, is it further confirmation, or...

Maureen hesitated, but the bed had moved.

Flash!

Maureen was already wary, but she was hesitant, but she never let her guard down. As soon as the bed was slightly moving, he noticed, without hesitation, that his legs were pulled away.

Why isn't the poison needle working? Was it discovered?

I have tremendous confidence in the toxin Maureen that I have configured, the target is safe, and there is no explanation at all except that it was not stabbed.

Running away, Maureen didn't turn around, she just listened to the movement behind her. His pivotal spirit is the most powerful, and has reached six heavens. Completion and penetration with the English spirit will lead to the realm of the transcendent, with more powerful capabilities. Beyond that, however, there are certain boundaries besides the strength of his other five powers. The sound has reached a triple heaven, a distance from which no movement can escape his ears.

Got up... got out of bed... went to the window... jumped out!

In Maureen, the extremely heavy landing noise sounded behind him, and the target was actually chased out.

Maureen couldn't help but look back, and this worthless piece of crap that Uncle Morson said didn't seem so useless. At least it's bold, though it seems silly to him.

Even the poor, weak Mo family is always a means of combat as perceivers. Compared to ordinary people, that's two levels altogether. This guy, obviously without any strength, dare to chase out, this is probably the so-called ignorance without fear!

There was no perception, so the boy had no idea how strong or scary he was chasing.

Kill him directly?

Can't …

Though Maureen is perfectly capable of doing so, Morson repeatedly insisted that it must be an accident, an accident that, in the eyes of others, was not an unusual death.

“I didn't expect to deal with an ordinary person, and I had to activate my options.” Maureen muttered in her heart.