Villain: Be a teacher to the son of luck

Night, as deep as water.

It was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, and even the bright moon that used to appear in northern Xinjiang did not appear tonight.

Most people naturally don't care about this.

But Wanyan Lingxu knew that it was caused by Wen Mingting. His special way of controlling the weather could easily change the moonlight.

".Do you want to start?"

Wanyan Lingxu took a look at the flames on the candlestick by the carved window, and because of the sudden night wind, they fell in all directions
She knew that tonight was destined to be a sleepless night full of blood!
"Rebirth in bliss".

"Everything has a price".

As long as the price is enough, anyone can be killed for it.

The former is the motto of the [Death Camp] in the ghost market.

The latter is the principle that the entire ghost market believes in.

On the upper floor of the east city of Baikal King City.

A slender figure stood quietly on the archery tower.

It has to be admitted that the fort builders of the Wanyan Jin Kingdom have already learned the outline of the Central Plains' fortification methods. The walls of the Baikal King City are indeed comparable to those first-tier cities in the Central Plains.

But that's all there is to it.

Compared with the super-first-tier capitals such as Yanjing, the Ming capital, and Jinling in the south of the Yangtze River, it is still a lot behind and rough.

The figure quietly examined the urban area downstairs in Dongcheng.
"With Junior Sister Wanyan's defense plan, sneaking into the Yaoxianzong Posthouse to kill people and loot goods, it must be a piece of cake."

The gentle and indifferent male voice seems to be able to soothe people's hearts.

Of course, if what he said was not so outrageous.
As if in response to the man's words, an indifferent killer dressed in black walked out of the shadow of the battlements, which was originally empty.

"Yes. Your Excellency."

The killer bowed slightly to the man, and continued respectfully in a hoarse and cold voice——

"But even without this picture, it is still easy for our deceased."

"Oh?"

The man seemed to be somewhat satisfied with the killer's reply, but he also seemed a little sarcastic
He turned around slowly, facing the killer, that appearance was exactly Wen Mingting.

Wen Mingting is the real leader behind the [Death Camp].

It's just that he usually doesn't directly manage the [Death Camp], and many affairs are handed over to the deputy head of the [Death Camp] in front of him - Wen Ling.A strange believer who clearly believes in the Buddha of the Western Regions, but is cold-blooded and bloodthirsty
"If you underestimate Yao Xianzong, you will suffer a loss. However, I still wait and see."

Wen Mingting stared at the other party and spoke quietly.

As soon as the words fell, the celestial phenomena changed, and strong winds blew up.

The full moon was completely covered by dark clouds, and the countless candles in Dongcheng District were suddenly extinguished, and all the light disappeared, completely escaping into darkness.
"Rebirth in bliss."

Wen Ling got up and whispered, and bowed his head to the leader Wen Mingting again, the shadows moved, and countless dead people appeared from the shadows.
Holding a scimitar, a special black night clothes wraps the whole body, which is the unique dress of the dead.

In an instant, there was a burst of exclamation from the Yaoxianzong's exclusive post house located in the eastern part of Baikal City.

Immediately, the sounds of swords clashing and flesh being cut by sharp blades followed one after another.
Inside the post hall of Yao Xianzong.

The candles were brightly lit, but Zhu Gongqi's fine attire was still unremoved.

If it was in the past, Zhu Gongqi must have washed and rested early, but tonight, relying on his natural intuition, Zhu Gongqi felt a sense of crisis that made it difficult to sleep.
This sense of crisis has saved him from life to death countless times in the deep palace of the Ming Dynasty.
Suddenly, the wind changed drastically, and the candles flickered on and off
Zhu Gongqi's eyes, which were originally like a pair of small beans, were trying to widen at the moment, staring at the strangely falling candle flame.
His face became more and more ugly.
In an instant, the candle was extinguished.

That can't be extinguished naturally, but man-made!

Zhu Gongqi suddenly realized, although it is unbelievable, but as the existence of the eighth-order loose immortal, his consciousness is far superior to that of ordinary guardian monks, it is impossible for him not to see such an obvious attack
"Enemy attack."

"It's an enemy attack!"

Zhu Gongqi whispered a few words first, then stood up abruptly, and was about to use the magic weapon to remind the other monks, but he only felt a strong threat from the dark place.
"bump."

The scimitar made of special metal suddenly slashed on a golden tripod that appeared out of thin air
The assassin did not have the slightest surprise or other unnecessary emotions, but was extremely skillful in changing the posture of the knife, the blade slid across the golden tripod, and metal sparks appeared one after another with the sound of "stabbing, stabbing"
Zhu Gongqi's eyes narrowed slightly, "The deceased?"

To be able to sneak up to this point under my nose, there are not a few monks with this level of cultivation in the world.
However, if the other party is the deceased, it is not the case.

Beings of the shadows, the Dead are born assassins.

They stand out from many talented young children, and they have gone through layers of almost inhuman selection and training before they can become a qualified deceased.

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However, Zhu Gongqi never imagined that someone would spend a lot of money to invite the power of the [Rebirth Camp] to deal with such an envoy from Yao Xianzong.

Is it because it is aimed at the [Star Reaching Loft], which is also a shadow force?

Or for their Yao Xianzong?
Zhu Gongqi couldn't get the answer for a while
One's own mana poured into the golden cauldron as if it were endless, and in an instant, the radiance became brighter, and there was a loud vibration of the golden cauldron.
The deceased who was in charge of attacking Zhu Gongqi faced the sound of the golden cauldron, and his whole body seemed to have become illusory under the shock of the golden cauldron's mana
Wait until the sound of the golden tripod subsides
The deceased was already thrown upside down by the sound of the golden cauldron, crashing through the door and falling into the courtyard, his seven orifices were bleeding profusely, staining his black veil red.

There was a glimmer of gloom in Zhu Gongqi's eyes.
On his neck, a small red mark can be seen faintly, which is the sharp knife that the deceased almost succeeded at that time.
Zhu Gongqi could even feel that toxin had penetrated under the little red mark.

However, these toxins, for him who was once honored as the "Dan Venerable", were basically useless.

But even so, the overall situation of the entire post house is still not optimistic
Fighting is not Zhu Gongqi's forte.

Facing such a well-trained assassin, there are still many disadvantages.

Zhu Gongqi walked out of the room slowly, in the courtyard.
He wanted to remind the Yaoxianzong monks who were resting everywhere again loudly, but it seemed unnecessary at this moment.

The screams were endless.

After the initial attack and killing, a large number of monks who relaxed their vigilance died under the dark blade in the night, and only a small number of guard monks who were extremely vigilant could escape the deadliest first blow.

Zhu Gongqi's expression became slightly solemn.

This is an expression that is extremely inconsistent with his face. This solemn expression makes his originally funny and friendly round face annoying.
The sound of the clash of swords resounded intermittently.
The golden tripod automatically floated beside Zhu Gongqi.

Suddenly, on the walls of the buildings around the courtyard, more than a dozen figures appeared sparsely
"Presumably, they should all be the dead who successfully attacked."