It was late at night, and the chirping of summer cicadas and summer frogs came one after another.

In the night, a figure dressed in a black night clothes quietly approached the boys' dormitory under the cover of darkness. Finally, it stopped under the balcony of Song Shuhang's dormitory.

"It should be here." The black figure said softly, and then he jumped gently and jumped onto the balcony of Song Shuhang's dormitory with a 'swoosh'.

The second floor of the boys' dormitory is three meters and five meters high, plus the half-meter-high guardrail, which is four meters high. This black figure does not need to help jump, and jumps onto the balcony effortlessly as soon as it jumps on the ground.

If you play for the country, the world champion is completely in your pocket - you don’t need to assist in the run and jump four meters in a flat jump. No matter what level of high jump player, after seeing this result, you will silently give your knees with tears.

Of course, the greater possibility is that people all over the world doubted whether he had chewed medicine or had some advanced technology products installed in his muscles in secret?

The doors on the dormitory balcony are floor-to-ceiling windows and doors, which are simple and beautiful.

The man in black first inspected vigilantly. After confirming that no one was paying attention, he picked out a thin blade from his waist and inserted it into the crack of the floor-to-ceiling window door.

He didn't see any moves, so the locks of the floor-to-ceiling window doors were opened, and the lock-opening skills were full.

He gently pushed open the window door and the man in black entered the room. His movements were gentle, like a cat, and there was no sound in the whole process.

In the bedroom, Song Shuhang was lying in a large shape and slept very hard.

In the morning, I helped the pharmacist find a house and extract the body fluids.

Later, I learned basic boxing and meditation methods. Before I went home, I had a fight with someone. There was too much happening today, which exhausted his energy.

Now, even if someone slapped Shuhang twice, it would be difficult for him to wake up.

As a monk, Song Shuhang's experience and vigilance are far from enough. He is still the best among the rookies and needs more training.

Similarly, as a newcomer, you cannot expect him to be able to listen to the movements of all directions when sleeping like a monk.

The man in black stared at Song Shuhang for a while, compared the photos on the information about "Song Shuhang" in his mind with the boy in front of him, and confirmed his identity: "That's right, it's him."

The other party seemed not to notice his arrival, and the infiltration was successful and unexpectedly relaxed.

But the man in black still dared not relax because the master of the altar was very concerned about the ordinary young man, "Song Shuhang". He had told him to act according to the opportunity before coming. If the other party noticed him, don't think too much and retreat immediately!

So, from the time the man in black entered the house to now, he was careful, restrained his breath and held his breath.

"Next, where is the Soul-Finding Ice Bead?" The man in black glanced at Song Shuhang. He visited the dormitory at night mainly to bring back the legendary ghost.

The room was not big, so he quickly found the target - the soul sealing ice bead sealed with the spirit ghost was hung on his neck by Song Shuhang as a pendant, without any precautions.

The man in black was immediately excited.

"This task is easier than I imagined, it's amazing." The man in black was delighted. The target was sleeping so hard, looking like he couldn't stand it, and he didn't look like a master at all. He really couldn't think of why the world was mainly concerned about such an ordinary mortal?

The man in black stretched out his left hand and touched the Soul-Finding Ice Bead at Shuhang's neck.

At this moment, looking at Song Shuhang who was still sleeping heavily, his heart suddenly moved.

If you just retrieve the spirit ghost... it can only be considered as completing the mission of the lord of the earth and then receiving some rewards.

But what if we could bring Song Shuhang's head back together?

Maybe he can take the opportunity to get the strong appreciation of the lord and gain deeper skills!

It won't take long for him to be promoted, become a gold medal member in the organization, become the right and left hand of the lord, reach the peak of his life, and may even gain immortality like the lord. I'm a little excited to think about it.

The man in black flipped his right hand and a handleless blade slid out, pinching it between his fingers. He had murderous intent in his eyes. His right blade hit Shuhang's throat, and continued to look forward with his left hand to grab the pendant chain.

As long as you get the spirit ghost, give the boy a knife with your right hand, and you will get wealth and glory!

The man in black licked the corner of his mouth, with hope for a better future in his heart.

He was about to touch the pendant with his hand.

At this moment... he suddenly felt his body sinking inexplicably, and a violent dizziness came from his head. It felt like someone was inserting a shit stick into his head, stirring it hard. The headache was split, which almost made him scream.

"What's going on?" He gritted his teeth and held back his screams.

At the same time, a sense of obscurity surged in my heart.

Sure enough, the next moment, a sense of heavy and weakness surged onto his body; accompanied by nausea and vomiting, the blade between his fingers could not be held and fell to the ground.

"Is this feeling so poisoned? Damn, where is the poison? When did I get this poison?" The man in black was shocked.

After receiving all kinds of cruel training, he immediately realized that he had been poisoned, and the poison was extremely domineering. When it broke out, he could not even mobilize the "blood and energy power" in his heart, and his body became weaker quickly.

He suddenly looked at Song Shuhang on the bed.

At this moment, he saw Song Shuhang's mouth rising in his sleep, showing a wicked smile. (Sweet smile?)

not good!

"I've been trapped!" The man in black made a quick decision and retreated quickly. Before his body fell down, he turned over and left the balcony.

"Wow!" After landing, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the mask on his face red.

He hurriedly took out a few pills for detoxification from his arms, and swallowed them in one mouthful, regardless of whether they were useful or not.

However, the dizziness on his head did not relieve at all, and his physical weakness was still aggravating. When he turned over from the balcony, he felt that his legs were a little unstable and he suffered a little secret injury.

The antidote is ineffective.

The man in black only felt his brain becoming more and more confused in the severe pain, like a drunkard who had lost his usual judgment.

No, you must go back to the altar master immediately. Before the poison in your body completely explodes, please help the altar master.

Thinking of this, he quickly ran towards the "Organ Lord" with his poisoned body.

This was undoubtedly a very wrong decision - if his mind was still clear, he would never go to the altar master. This would only expose the altar master's hiding place.

But at this moment, his head was already blurred, and his instinct to survive made him choose to go to the altar master for help.

...

...

The owner of the temple temporarily lives in a hotel outside the university town.

He leaned on the chair and let his mind rest, but his sharp eyes with dark circles kept appearing in his mind. Those terrifying eyes could not be driven away from his mind.

When he thought of that look, his body became a little weak.

He did not dare to get close to the pharmacist, nor could he contact Song Shuhang who was with the pharmacist. He could not determine whether Song Shuhang was a "expert" or a "mortal".

It was not until late at night that after learning that Song Shuhang and the pharmacist had separated, he, driven by his desire for "spiritual ghosts", sent a newly trained subordinate to explore Song Shuhang.

Because he was not sure about Song Shuhang's true strength, he was reluctant to send powerful subordinates to avoid losing them to the other party's hands. It is not easy for his subordinates to train, and it consumes financial resources and time.

"Calculate the time. If you succeed, your subordinates should come back to report, right?" the owner of the altar thought to himself. If you fail, you will definitely be dead without a place to die.

The world of monks is far more cruel than the world of ordinary people!

Just then, a knock came from outside the door.
Chapter completed!