The darkness has completely covered my sight.

Smoke rose in front of him, like some kind of monster that could not be named, as if it was going on a strange patrol.

But Su Dawei rushed towards the smoke without hesitation.

He hadn't even considered whether the enemy would be ambushed or whether the smoke was poisonous.

The energy flowed in his hand, and his palm suddenly swung out, sweeping out a blank belt in the smoke.

Looking around, the long street ahead was like a snake, and a slight flash of light in the darkness, without a trace.

Su Dawei's face turned pale and he chased after him with a knife.

After a cup of tea, he returned helplessly.

"Didn't catch up?"

Su Dawei shook his head: "The person I just slashed is still there, and finally there is a living mouth."

“Ami…”

Qian Bazhi looked embarrassed: "That man... is dead."

"Dead?"

Su Dawei rushed up in a few steps and looked down.

Two bodies lying on the street.

One is a man in black whose neck was cut open by his own blade.

This must be dead.

The other is the assassin who had just cut his thighs open.

Although the wound on the thigh looks terrible, the flesh is rolling, and the pink color looks like cracked fish.

But if this injury stops bleeding in time, it will not die so quickly.

Su Dawei was very sure of his determination.

"There may be poison in his teeth. I wanted to ask just now, and black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, just..."

Qian Baqi walked up and stood behind Su Dawei, his voice blew his own blame.

"Sometimes, corpses can talk."

Su Dawei sneered, squatted down, and reached out to remove the man in black's mask.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the mask, the man on the ground suddenly opened his eyes.

At the same time, when his right hand took out a short knife and stabbed Su Dawei in his heart.

"suspended animation?"

Su Dawei flipped his left palm and captured the opponent's wrist.

With a little force, he heard a crisp sound of "slap", and the man's left wrist was crushed by him.

"Be careful!"

Qian Bazhi's scream came.

Su Dawei didn't look back and suddenly grabbed his right hand back.

Two fingers accurately clamped a dagger that stabbed him silently and silently.

Qian Baqi's face turned bloody and used all his strength to pull back the dagger.

Unfortunately, I worked hard several times but didn't move at all.

Su Dawei's two fingers were like iron clamps, clamping the bladeless back of the dagger.

"Master Eight, why are you?"

Su Dawei turned around and his eyes fell on Qian Bazhi's face.

"Haha, Ami, don't you think I'm going to plot against you, do you?"

Qian Baqi released the dagger and slowly retreated: "I just saw that the assassin was not dead, and I wanted to come up to help you."

"Yeah?"

Su Dawei flipped the dagger in his hand, waved his left foot backward, and kicked the assassin's cheek, causing him to faint.

"I came to Datongfang for a temporary purpose and did not inform anyone. The assassin obviously came prepared. Who leaked the news?

If you hadn't rushed up and stood in front of me, I would have been sure to capture all the remaining two assassins alive.

Also, I don’t believe that Eighth Master can’t even tell whether he is a real or fake death.”

Su Dawei said, and then went forward and pressed Qian Ba ​​step by step.

When he went further, Qian Bazhi took a step back.

Finally, a blue air surged on Qian Bazhi's face, and a strange light flashed in his pupils. With the shaking of his left hand, three spear darts were shot at Su Dawei in a font shape.

"die!"

Su Dawei shook his body, avoiding like lightning, rushed to Qian Bazhi's side in an instant, stretched out his left hand, clasped his neck, and pressed his right dagger against his throat.

"Who are you instructed?"

Puff ~

With a dull sound, Su Dawei turned his head and looked.

I saw the darts that had just flew towards him, and one of them happened to be nailed to the assassin's throat.

This only living mouth has now become a corpse.

“Hahaha~”

Qian Bazhi's face was filled with an excited blush, and his smile was shrill and harsh.

Su Dawei's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"So why did you bring people to me again?"

In Anrenfang, Nanlu, and in the palace, Wang Jingzhi stared at Su Dawei with his eyes fixed on him, with a cold expression.

There seemed to be a pair of hooks in his eyes, and he wanted to press Su Dawei to the ground to rub it.

"Please help me again. We are friends, friends."

Su Dawei smiled embarrassedly, put his hands in front of him, and said to Wang Jing straight: "I think that the only thing I can help me is you. Please help me see what's going on?"

Qian Ba ​​pointed to his behavior at that time and always felt a little abnormal and weird.

Moreover, Su Dawei would never believe that Qian Bazhi would help outsiders assassinate him for no reason.

"I have no objection to help you."

Wang Jingzhi looked at Qian Bazhi's eyelids lying on the bed and unconscious, observing his pupils.

He said, "But why did you get me the body?"

He waved his sleeves, and in the corridor outside the door, two black-clothed assassins lying side by side.

The air was filled with a strange smell of blood.

"I was assassinated. Of course, I have to find out what's going on. I have reported this to Dali Temple. Li Siwen also agreed that I will come to you first. If you want, you can let their pestle be done later..."

"You gave me the body, and you still want to let the corpse be cut off by me?"

"If you agree."

Wang Jingzhi glanced at him deeply, but did not answer him.

Instead, he controlled Qian Bazhi's pulse and paused for a while and said, "It's different from Wu Shun before. He was controlled by someone using a magic trick. Well, it's a bit like Qin Huaiyu last time."

"Isn't it a gull?"

Su Dawei was a little surprised and frowned.

If it was a guru, it was probably Deng Jian’s person.

But Qian Bazhi was controlled by Yi Ren using witchcraft and other means...

Who is the other party?

When did you use Qian Ba’s fingers?

This feeling of being dark and being bright is really bad.

"Is he your subordinate? I will help you solve the skills he has in it." Wang Jingzhi looked up at him: "As for the two people in the corridor, I would like to take them away, so I would like to thank Bumin."

At this moment, a few people came from the front yard.

Su Dawei clapped his hands and said, "Look, the prickly slaughter has come, why not have a chance to discuss it. I heard that the witch doctors in the south sometimes like to use knives to cut off corpses or something."

"You go."

Wang Jing straightened his hand to cover his forehead, and he felt a headache.
To be continued...