The masked men threw kerosene jars and torches into the windows. They sneaked in quietly. It was impossible to carry the kerosene jars with them. Who provided them was known without asking. I didn't care about the oil. I wrapped the torches they threw in with air threads to prevent them from falling to the ground. The air threads turned into balloons to isolate them from the air. After a while, the torches were extinguished.
When the masked men saw that the fire was not burning, they looked at each other. The leader of the team made a gesture again and asked them to take out the poisonous smoke cakes and throw them under the window.
It's not winter yet, and it's time to seal the windows in Tengxue Country. There are gaps in the doors and windows. Smoke can get into the house through the gaps without being thrown into the house.
They threw down the cigarettes and left without intending to go into the house to confirm the effect.
After they left, my breath followed them to the next stop.
Wearing an invisible 'helmet' on my head, I walked out of the smoke-filled room and came to the door of the central courtyard.
Those who did not follow the instructions of the horn and hide on Magic Stone Mountain were all from the enemy's side.
They were not afraid of the masked men at all, and even cooperated with them to provide them with the items they needed.
I only know that the king of Tengxue Kingdom once wanted to get rid of the Demon Cult, but he had no chance to implement it.
As for the other enemies of the Demon Sect, most of them are sects in the martial arts world.
During the last martial arts competition, all the sects suffered a great disaster, and the devil's sect's mortal enemy was not spared either.
They shouldn't have recovered their strength so quickly, so they sent hundreds of elites to surprise the Demon Cult headquarters.
There are not many forces with this strength nowadays, and even fewer who need to cover their faces to defeat the Demon Cult in secret.
The masked men divided into four teams and headed towards the First Round Courtyard, the Second Bell Courtyard, the Three Tan Courtyard and the Fourth Pool Courtyard.
The rest gathered together and surrounded Ximen Wuhen's bedroom.
After breakfast every day, he would go to the wedding room to supervise the work. Breakfast was just about to be served when the masked man came.
According to their time calculation, Ximen Wuhen should still be in the dormitory.
Only the sound of the trumpet later disrupted their plan.
So someone specifically stopped outside Ximen Wuhen's dormitory to prevent him from escaping with the others.
The ghosts in the sect don't care much about what the ordinary members of the church are doing. The main targets of their surveillance are me and Ximen Wuhen, as well as the four guardians and the situation in important places in the sect.
Knowing that Ximen Wuhen was not out, they concentrated their manpower on his side.
Masked men surrounded his bedroom and threw poisonous tobacco cakes into the wall.
The poisonous smoke rose and soon filled the hospital.
It started drizzling before dawn this morning. The rain was light, the wind was light, and the poisonous smoke was thick. Fortunately, there was no one in the dormitory.
They heard the sound of the horn and fled to the mountains with everyone else, leaving only Ximen Wuhen at home.
If we hadn't already agreed, his people would never abandon him in this situation.
This was a secret order from Ximen Wuhen, so the guards and servants around him would obey the orders and ignore him.
The masked men may have noticed something fishy at this time, but they had no way to turn back and had to carry out their mission first no matter what.
If you make such a big noise and retreat without doing anything, I'm afraid you won't be able to explain anything when you go back.
Several people who were responsible for monitoring me had fallen to the ground.
My Qi threads can now enter the human body with breathing.
It is a hidden weapon that is truly impossible to guard against. Those who monitor me on the periphery of the Central Academy, I am also monitoring them.
The masked men didn't care about my life or death. They threw away the poisonous cigarette and left. But they were waiting, as if they wanted to confirm my condition.
The headquarters block was filled with toxic fumes and my inflatable helmet wouldn't last long.
I rushed to Ximen Wuhen's dormitory. He had magic power to protect his body and was not afraid of poisonous gas.
The four guardians were protecting Wan'er, and the masters he trusted in the sect were transferred to protect the forbidden area of the blood pool.
Now he and I are the only ones in the dormitory, facing off against hundreds of masked men.
Among them, more than a hundred masked men took out their piccolos from their waists and started playing around Ximen Wuhen's dormitory.
Of course they weren't performing for him. The sound of the flute was sharp and harsh, like steel needles piercing the bones of his ears and piercing his head.
Ximen Wuhen activated his magic power to fight against them. The sound of the flute was like a tangible weapon. Ximen Wuhen's magic power could twist these tangible sharp weapons and bend them into waste that lost their edge.
For example, a steel needle turns into a thimble, a dagger turns into a bracelet, and a long sword turns into a twist.
The 'needle' that was originally sharp and piercing into the mind has turned into a triangle, oval, and wavy shape. When it hits the mind again, there is no pain.
It's just that all of this is invisible to the naked eye and can only be experienced personally.
No wonder there are rumors in the world that dying under the influence of magic is very painful. If a person's internal organs, bones and tendons are all twisted into a mess, it would be strange if it is not painful.
The magic power distorted the tone and destroyed the masked man's flute attack. The flute sound was seriously out of tune and its power could not be exerted.
I quietly watched the fight without taking action because I wanted to give the masked men some opportunities to show off their abilities.
The more they showed, the more clues they gave me about who was behind them.
There should be no physical evidence on them, otherwise there would be no need to mask their faces and barge in without saying a word.
The purpose of this is to hide the true identity.
But skills cannot fool people, especially martial arts, which require steady and steady practice. For example, piccolo sound wave skill cannot be achieved by playing the flute for several years.
To make the sound actually hurt and kill people, a lot of effort must be put into it.
The poisonous smoke cakes used by the masked men are from the Golden Gu Society, but I don’t think they are members of the Golden Gu Society.
They have different constitutions from those poisonous people.
The people of the Golden Gu Association swallow poisons and practice their hands by themselves when they have nothing to do. Their physiques have long since changed and are different from ordinary people.
After all, the Golden Gu Association is just a 'shop' that sells poisons. Someone buys poisons in large quantities from them. It is unlikely that they are the real masterminds behind the scenes.
I just don’t know if they sent anyone here. The target they were chasing all the way - me and An, but I haven’t seen their people in some days.
There was poisonous smoke and flute sound. After two waves of attacks, someone among the masked men finally spoke.
And it was so shocking that even I was a little surprised.
The man asked Ximen Wuhen if he wanted to see his biological mother?
No one in the world knows how much Ximen Wuhen wants to find his mother. He is a dignified leader of the demon sect. The fact that he can call me "Mom" on the street shows his sincerity.
It's not like no one has tried to take advantage of this in recent years to get some benefits from him or to contain him.
However, no matter the evidence provided by those people, they could not move Ximen Wuhen.
It was also because the Demon Mother was a mysterious woman back then. There were many people who knew about her, but only a handful of people who understood her. The old cult leader was one of them, but unfortunately he has passed away.
Moreover, he never told anyone about this mysterious lover. The world only knew that she was Ximen Wuhen's biological mother, a wind-like woman who was suspected of having N lovers.
Ximen Wuhen was able to identify me as him and my mother at a glance, not by tokens or inside information, but by looks.
The old leader once had a portrait of the Demon Mother, which was in a realistic style. Ximen Wuhen had seen it many times when he was a child. The two of them would take out the painting to look at the painting and miss her when they had nothing to do.
