The two of them paced back and forth in the room and paid careful attention to the movements next door. The room is dark, because only in this way can their hearing be maximized.
They looked at each other, their pupils shining faintly in the darkness.
Not sure how long it had passed, they saw through the window that most of the camps in the distance were dark. Soldiers patrolling with fire sticks shuttled between the tents from time to time, all looking a little sleepy.
Lang Chenyan and Fu Yunge were fine. Their nervousness suppressed their sleepiness. They had been planning for this last critical moment for so long.
With no room for error, the two decided to sit down and rest first, while the other continued to observe, switching shifts.
Lang Chenyan asked Fu Yunge to rest first, after all, his mental power was weaker. Fu Yunge couldn't resist, so he leaned against the table and closed his eyes slightly to rest.
There was still only the sound of two people breathing in the room. It was eerily quiet, and the air seemed frozen.
Fu Yunge sat on the chair, not feeling sleepy at all. On the contrary, he could even clearly hear the ups and downs of his own heartbeat at this moment.
His eyes were not completely closed, and he was still looking at Senior Lang Chenyan. Every time Lang Chenyan took a step, he seemed to feel that he was also taking a step, and his fingertips trembled slightly.
Suddenly, his eyes took a step closer to Lang Chenyan.
Not seeing Lang Chenyan walking back as expected, he suddenly saw Lang Chenyan's pace stop at the door.
With his heart tightening, Fu Yunge opened his eyes and looked at Lang Chenyan's fixed body.
Then, before he could get up, there was a slight sound of the door latch ringing in his ears.
Suddenly, Lang Chenyan turned to look at him. Fu Yunge and him immediately looked at each other, nodded, and the two of them stepped up and ran towards the window.
It was dark outside, as hazy as chaos. The two of them held their breath and concentrated, and finally saw the creeping figure of Suyouhun.
Neither Lang Chenyan nor Fu Yunge acted rashly immediately. Their eyes followed the wandering soul, and their palms became sweaty without realizing it.
Suddenly, Fu Yunge's eyes lit up and he noticed something shaking that seemed to be leaning on Suyouhun's shoulder.
After careful identification, Fu Yunge finally saw clearly what it was.
"It's... the Black Eagle who sent the message." Fu Yunge saw that he had walked away and talked to Lang Chenyan in a low voice.
"Exposed...?" Lang Chenyan looked unhappy.
Fu Yunge nodded. At this time, it should be the time for Shadow Corpse to send a message.
The attic where they live is very close to the Tiger Tower. I saw the wandering ghost sneaking up the steps and sneaking into the secret door of the tower.
With no trace of him anymore, the two stepped away from the window and stood in the room looking at each other.
"What should we do?" Lang Chenyan lowered his hands, seemingly helpless, but in fact the meridians in his arms were already extremely strong and he was ready for a fight.
Fu Yunge held his chin, his eyes scanning the ground, thinking about temporary countermeasures.
But the letter came just now, which at least explains something. That is to say, it seems that the wandering soul did not know their true identities before, so they no longer have to worry about being counterattacked.
The current situation is undoubtedly very critical. Although Suyouhun himself is not troublesome, if he takes action against the two of them immediately, the strength of the entire Zhaosui Ming Kingdom will definitely not be matched by the two of them.
Time is running out now, and they must find a way to resolve the worst possible outcome.
Then...which weakest point should be cut off from this chain that is about to close?
Fu Yunge's mind was spinning rapidly, and he was trying to put himself into Dongfang Shiming's thoughts. If it were Dongfang Shiming, what would he do if he encountered such a situation?
Lang Chenyan stood silently beside him, as solemn as a sculpture.
Time was passing by minute by minute. He looked at the pensive Fu Yunge and felt that the situation was really bad.
He was not good at thinking, so while waiting for Fu Yunge, he returned his gaze to the Huzhu Tower not far away.
Deep colors clung to the walls of the tower. Lang Chenyan looked at the secret door on the side, his eyes gradually moving up the tower.
Suddenly, after a few seconds of silence, the muscles in his face tensed up.
Fu Yunge's sleeves were tightened by him, shocking him and interrupting his thoughts. Without waiting for doubts, Lang Chenyan pulled him to the window and pointed to the window of the spiral staircase in the tower to show Fu Yunge.
But when he got closer, he couldn't see anything. Lang Chenyan had no choice but to explain to him: "Sangdao went up alone."
Hearing what Lang Chenyan said, Fu Yunge took half a step back in surprise. He looked carefully, but the wandering spirit had not yet appeared from the next window.
Rubbing the palms of his hands, Fu Yunge knew he couldn't put it off any longer.
The wandering soul must have known the truth now. He was now climbing up the tower hurriedly. Although they still had no way of knowing what their plans were, they could only cut him off forcefully.
"Senior, let's go." Without any time to think, Fu Yunge whispered to Lang Chenyan as he ran toward the door.
Seeing that he finally made a move, Lang Chenyan immediately followed him, already unable to hold back his pace.
The two of them hurriedly opened the door, followed the route of tracing the wandering soul, and chased towards the hidden tower as fast as they could.
The cool breeze blew against his face, making Fu Yunge's eyes wet with anxiety. He breathed in the dry air to keep his mind clear at all times.
Now...their only way is to strike first and kill the wandering soul.
As things stand now, they must adapt to circumstances. If this sinister Mingbang agent is to be killed, they must think of a sufficient excuse.
No one noticed them sneaking into the tower, but the moment they entered the gate, Fu Yunge still stopped Lang Chenyan behind him.
"Senior... knife, get ready." Without looking back, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and panted.
The wolf dust smoke immediately appeared in the lone wolf path, and the rusty knife was quenched. Fu Yunge heard the familiar roar of a knife behind him, slowed down and continued to look inside.
In the dark tower, you can't see your fingers. The faint light coming from the window close to the top of the high wall could not even illuminate their shadows. In order to avoid alerting the enemy, they groped their way upstairs step by step.
Perhaps it was because of the secret door that no one was guarding it. The two of them cautiously went upstairs, but never saw anyone.
When he reached the third floor, Fu Yunge stopped, lowered his head and whispered, "Something's not right."
Lang Chenyan naturally knew. His blade was full of energy, just waiting for the moment to strike.
The two continued to move close to the wall. They ducked carefully and slipped under the windows when they encountered them. Even so, the silence along the way made the two of them start to lose their composure.
As they walked, they explored the surroundings. The two of them had an unimpeded journey and found their way to a position almost on the top floor.
Fu Yunge became more and more careful, listening to every slightest sound with his ears raised. Lang Chenyan followed closely behind, the blade flashing behind him.
