As night falls, the lights on the streets of Orchid Town are sparsely lit, and through the dusty glass, the signboard opposite can be vaguely seen.
It was pieced together from scattered wooden pieces, with the word "coffee" written in crooked letters from the Eastern Continent in white paint that was about to fade. In the Red Earth Continent, Eastern Continental and Western Continental are common languages, and words and letters can be seen everywhere. Behind the letters is a cup of coffee. The patent leather is almost peeling off, and only the general shape can be seen vaguely.
Looking to the side, further away is Lao Gou's motorcycle shop. The rolling shutter has been closed, and a few orange neon lights are shining on the rusty signboard. The hand-painted motorcycle on the signboard can barely be seen.
There are very few pedestrians in Orchid Town at night. It was originally a fringe place, and it was better during the day. But at night, under the cover of night, homeless people, scavengers, streetwalkers, drunkards, drug addicts, etc. all lived in the dark. Gentlemen ran out one after another, like a group of demons dancing wildly. Ordinary residents do not dare to go out at night, except for those mercenaries who are self-reliant and have no scruples.
Chen Xing left the window edge. It was impossible for him to keep watch all night, and it was unlikely that the assassin would wander around at night. I saw a layer of lightning floating on his body, and then disappeared on the spot.
After teleporting twice, he appeared in an underground tunnel more than ten meters deep. The first time was in the cellar of the hotel, and the second time was in the corridor. An ant cart was parked nearby. As Chen Xing leaned against the cart, six worker ants immediately pulled the cart and ran deep underground.
Ant tunnels are all over Orchid Town. As long as Chen Xing is willing, he can build a subway immediately. It's just that Orchid Town is too small. If a subway is to be opened, there will be at most three stations, one on the town street, one in the residential area, and one at the water station.
At about the same time, when Chen Xing teleported away, separated by dozens of layers of wooden boards, in the guest room of Lanxiang Bar more than 20 meters away, a tall and thin man who was drinking suddenly stopped.
He frowned slightly, as if he had discovered something. After careful identification for a few seconds, he turned back and whispered to the other two companions, "I felt a powerful psychic wave, twenty meters to the west, with a guard-level intensity, and it disappeared in just an instant."
Apparently, he also has the ability to sense danger.
The other two were a man and a woman. When they heard the tall and thin man's words, they both showed cautious expressions at the same time. The man leaned forward and said in a low voice, "Send your snake spirit to take a look."
The tall and thin man's surname is Zhu. He is the future head of the Zhu family of the Silver Eagle Leader in the Silver Claw Principality. His full name is Zhu Zexi. He has great guard-level strength and has inherited the clan's royal spirit, the "White-ringed Snake Spirit."
Zhu Zexi nodded, then closed his eyes and concentrated his mind.
Quietly, a space-time rift the size of a bowl opened in the dark alley outside the bar. A small white snake came out and swam quickly along the wall and roof. In a few breaths, it arrived outside the room where Chen Xing had just stayed. .
It wandered around the wooden frame of the window and couldn't find a hole big enough. Then he raised his head, Hong Xin hesitated, and his figure gradually disappeared, turning into white mist and getting into the gap in the window.
Yuling is an intangible thing that relies on the spiritual energy of the host to manifest itself in the eternal world. Therefore, it has a semi-physical body and cannot pass through physical objects.
Inside the house, white mist emerged from the cracks and re-condensed into a small white snake.
Under the same strength, the smaller the Yuling's power, the farther the distance it can control. There is no doubt that the little white snake is used for sneak attacks, and its power is not that powerful.
"No one was in the house, but there were signs of use."
Zhu Zexi whispered. The scene in the room was transmitted to his mind through the snake spirit's eyes, as if he were there in person.
"Could it be that..." the stout middle-aged man looked confused, "we are being targeted?"
His name is Wu Hai, the head of the Wu family of Silver Eagle Leader. A few months ago, he received an order from the country's leader, Marquis Haitang, to sneak into the Red Dragon Principality to assassinate Chen Erliu.
"Maybe I'm too sensitive," Zhu Zexi said uncertainly.
The middle-aged woman frowned somewhat displeasedly, obviously dissatisfied with her companion's ambiguity. She is the elder of the Spencer family in Silver Eagle Territory, and her name is Ruth. She has always complained about this drudgery. Now she just wants to solve the problem as soon as possible and end this unpleasant journey.
"Whether we are being targeted or not, I hope to take action tonight. The three of us will cooperate. I believe no one in the town is our opponent."
As the captain of this operation, Wu Hai looked at the time on the black watch, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's too early now, wait until one o'clock in the morning."
While the three of them were discussing, Chen Xing came to the incubation room. Su Na was sleeping. Chen Xing did not wake her up, but came to the next room.
This place is different from other parts of the anthill in that it is filled with furniture used by humans. Chen Xing took out the aluminum medical box from the corner. Put it on the table and open it, with dark blue medicine syringes neatly placed inside.
In order to break through the barriers on the fourth floor of the tower, Chen Xing injects psychic potions every night. According to research by scholars, it is easier to break through when the spiritual pool is overflowing.
The symbol of the Great Guard Level is the five-story tower. During this period, the capacity of the spiritual pool will reach the limit of its own talent, becoming more stable and not easily broken.
Lan Yingying's medicinal liquid was injected into the blood vessels and turned into countless star sand particles, which dissociated in the blood and gradually merged into the spiritual pool. The full spiritual pool bloomed with a strong light like breathing. The blue water of the pool continued to surge outwards, and small cracks were all over the wall of the pool.
Excessive spiritual energy can cause a sense of mental tearing, making people feel like they have a splitting headache, and their temples are jumping, as if they are about to explode at any time.
On a certain level, this place is the same as Earth. If you want to gain power, you have to pay a sufficient price.
A few hours later, at one o'clock in the morning, three figures jumped out of the window. They moved quickly, passing through the streets like the wind, and it didn't take long for them to reach the residential area.
They have excellent jumping ability. They use the convex part of the building to jump back and forth, and they jump to the top of the building in one go. Residential areas are all old buildings with five to ten floors. They jumped on the rooftop and climbed to the highest building nearby.
"Ruth." Wu Hai made a "action begins" gesture.
Ruth glanced around, her pupils glowed with blue light, a space-time crack opened behind her, and then a golden light flashed, and a huge object pushed out from the crack.
Golden fragments of light lingered and danced, and mysterious songs floated far away.
Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a huge harp. The piano was covered with tiny runes, which flickered on and off like breathing, blooming with golden brilliance.
"Movement 13, Confession of the Soul."
Along with the sound, a gray cloth robe appeared on the strings.
It is riddled with holes, withered bones, and pale bony fingers plucking the strings.
In an instant, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in darkness. The moon is pale and the stars are dim.
The strings vibrated gently, and notes flowed out one by one, like ghosts wandering in the night sky, full of the breath of death.
