Another black and thin monkey-like guard added: "Don't you know that Lord Nice is a member of the Mage Alliance. If he guides you casually, your level of chanting will definitely improve rapidly. How many people are fighting for this opportunity? Do you think you have anything to hesitate? You actually refused!"

With a sigh, Zhuo Fan shook his head. "If I had it in normal times, I might have agreed after thinking about it. Now is not a good time."

"Nice!? He is Earl Nice?"

"He is the person Mr. Mel is going to visit, and he didn't expect to meet him here."

"This is fate. Lord Mel wants to visit him, but he falls ill."

Nice touched his yellow eyebrows, raised his hand, and said, "Oh, he doesn't want to, and he can't force others."

“Yes yes.”

"Okay, little guy, please see you again if you have the chance." After saying that, Nice walked towards the city gate.

"Mr. Nice, see you."

Nice just disappeared from everyone's sight. "Dangdang!" The midnight bell had already sounded.

When there were so many people just now, Zhuo Fan specifically asked the black bodyguard about the date, which was April 3. The bell rang twelve times, representing the arrival of the next day.

"Oh no, the [automatic help message] I set...is sent at 0 o'clock on the 4th. Now that time has passed, I have to hurry back to my residence quickly, so that Teacher Xida and the others can't worry about my safety for nothing."

Zhuo Fan and the black-clad bodyguard looked at each other and continued to follow the original plan.

"Brother Guard, are you smoking?" Several Mel's hands came down to the guard and smiled. "Some of you can see if you can be compatible?"

"Go away! Don't do this." A guard in the head refused directly. "Rules are rules."

A middle-aged guard with a beard sniffed and said, "Captain Rogers, if you want me to say it, just let them go. If they have patients, you can just be more comfortable. Besides, keeping them behind is also a problem."

The tall captain grabbed the collar of another talking guard and said, "Laggy Joey, you know the trouble. If you let them in and there is something wrong with the flange, will you be responsible?"

Joey curled his lips and said, "I'm not responsible for such troublesome things."

"Captain, Joey, you two are not talking less."

After pushing Joey, the captain walked back to his position angrily: "I really don't understand how I chose you to my team for the first time..."

Zhuo Fan and the black-clad bodyguards who were pretending to be wandering around had already touched the city gate.

On a windless night, the silver moonlight shone on the moat at the city gate, and a complete reflection of the full moon floated on it. Zhuo Fan took out a stone and threw it out. The stone dripped through an arc and fell into the river with a "thump", which immediately aroused layers of ripples, and the ripples twisted the full moon and smashed it.

The fine light and shadow witnessed the last moment before the city gate lights were annihilated.

"Do it!" Zhuo Fan and the black-clad bodyguard were the first to do it. Zhuo Fan's perception of mind power had already been unfolded. Now he suddenly threw a round stone with [Doing Power Control Object]. The bullet was shot without any flaw. With a "bang!", the light bulb on the left hand of the city gate exploded.

At the same time, the black-clad bodyguard also raised his hand at the same time. A light sound was heard, and the light on the right side of the city gate was eliminated.

The two of them cooperated ingeniously, and instantly caused the outer edge of the French exit to fall into darkness. Even the faint light of the full moon could not completely dispel the panic and discomfort brought by the darkness.

"What's going on?" "Everyone calmed down!" The door was in chaos, and the guards were holding the guns tightly. Mel's men who had already arranged it also took the opportunity to attack. "The guards are beating people!" "Oh! It hurts so much."

"Switch on the lights quickly! Backup lights!"

"Let's go!" Zhuo Fan took advantage of the chaos and nimbled into the crowd. The same was true for the bodyguard in black. He directly carried Mel, and his running speed was comparable to Zhuo Fan. The two of them were about to pass through the flange's defense line, one in front and one behind.

"Don't shoot, it's easy to hurt your own people." The chaos continues.

Zhuo Fan could feel the slight movement around him. "It's almost over." He was delighted. At this time, a man's figure flashed and blocked him. While the man rushed over, he pointed at Zhuo Fan with a black muzzle. It seemed that the change in light at this moment had no effect on him at all.

"So fast!" Zhuo Fan stared at the guard in front of him, very alert. "It's faster than Wang Badao. Could he be a level 4 warrior?"

Because no one was blocked by the black bodyguard, he carried Mel directly into the alley of the town and disappeared.

"Catch him quickly." Captain Rogers' voice came, and he could only see two shadows confrontation. At this time, he was being hugged by a maid in the waist, and had no time to clone.

Zhuo Fan stopped suddenly: "You... are Joey?"

Joey nodded and whispered, "You go, but remember, don't underestimate Flan's escort."

"Thank you!" Zhuo Fan's figure flashed and disappeared.

Joey stretched and muttered: "I may not be able to keep you if I shoot. Since it's so troublesome, why do you need to shoot?"

...

The flange at night is very quiet. It is April, the day when [April cherry fire] is blooming. Especially at night, the red petals of the cherry fire will flutter and fall like falling snow. A black shadow steps on the petals paved all over the roadside to quickly break through the night and move quickly along the streets of the flange.

This man was wearing a black suit and sunglasses, which was Zhuo Fan.

There was not a single person on the street, not even a homeless man. There were only towering lamp poles. The street lights on the street emitted soft white light, guiding him to the road back to his residence. When he ran to the middle of the street, Zhuo Fan turned directly to the dim and dull street path.

After leaving for more than ten days, Zhuo Fan was still skillful in walking. Even without lights and without the ability to perceive the mind, he was able to return to his residence smoothly along the path.

When he arrived at the door of the residence, Zhuo Fan took out the key and opened the door. With a sound of "Scratch!", the door lock opened. Under the moonlight, Zhuo Fan looked at the smooth door handle for a moment. "After fifteen days, why is there no dust in this door handle?" He was secretly alert, and Zhuo Fan carefully reached out to pull the handle.

He just pushed the door open a crack, "Swoosh!" A black shadow rushed out from inside, "Meow!" He roared in dissatisfaction, and the black shadow ran quickly again, sinking into the shadow of the miscellaneous room next to the house. Zhuo Fan sighed and pushed the door open hard. There was darkness in the room. He took a step forward and felt a wet and cold wind blowing towards him. "Come on!" The light switch in the room was pressed by him, and the room suddenly became bright.

After looking at the room, Zhuo Fan felt exactly the same as before he left. He squatted down and touched the ground, then put his palm under the light to observe, and there was no trace of dust. "Strange, was it that someone came to clean me when I was not here?"

"Didi!" The SMS on the table shouted and interrupted his thoughts. He glanced at the time on the wall. At 0:22, Zhuo Fan walked to the SMS and pressed the view button.

Only a short line is displayed on the black and white screen: "boom!"

He looked at the signature again: "54321, what the hell is the signature? Is it a mess?"

After pressing the delete button, Zhuo Fan suddenly heard a slight sound. "Drip...Drip!" The sound was originally very small, but after each sound, the next sound must be a little louder than before. He activated his mental power and everything around him became extremely clear.

"Drip!" The sound was like a drop of water falling into the pool. Although it was subtle, Zhuo Fan immediately caught the place where the sound was made.

Zhuo Fan, who was more curious than his eyes, felt a little uneasy because he was curious about getting close to the SMS machine. Subconsciously, he took a few steps back. Until the fifth "drip" sound, his voice suddenly became extremely weak: "5...4..."

Under the perception of the mind power, Zhuo Fan heard it very clearly, thinking of the previous text message "boom!". Zhuo Fan felt his hair standing upside down and rushed backwards.

"3...2...1", counting down in my heart, Zhuo Fan ran to more than ten meters outside the house before he lowered his body and became alert.

After waiting for five minutes, Zhuo Fan got up, touched his nose and sneered: "I was actually fooled, who is so bored?" Even though he said so, Zhuo Fan was still vigilant and returned to the house. This time he looked inside the house again with caution, and suddenly his eyes were fixed.

Originally, there was a angular object protruding on the shriveled bed, but it was covered by the quilt, so he couldn't see what was inside. On the surface, he felt that there was a big box inside.

"3!" This time, the sound sounded again, but it was not a mechanical sound, but a human-made sound recording, and it came from where the quilt was coming. "Come again?" Zhuo Fan subconsciously felt dangerous and exciting. He had just been tricked, and he wanted to step forward to open the quilt and reveal this boring scam.

But his mental power suddenly swept something, which was a bit dry with petals of April cherry fire under the bed. The bright and wind-dried petals were like blood, mixed with gray spots, which reminded him of a terrifying insect in the forest.

"3!" It was stuck, and the voice actually repeated the previous number.

"Door handle, floor, petals, teasing..." A series of abnormalities hit Zhuo Fan's heart violently, and a huge cold feeling swept across Zhuo Fan's whole body. Even after experiencing several life and death crises, Zhuo Fan still felt fear.

It seemed as if an invisible hand was pushing him step by step towards the abyss of destruction.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhuo Fan began to drag his stiff body backwards.

"3!0!" Before leaving the door, the voice suddenly changed. It jumped directly to 0.
Chapter completed!