hsntnovel Chapter 608: Disguise, Gathering
Chapter 608: Disguise, Gathering
Chang San was so frightened by the sudden sound that he trembled all over.
He turned around suddenly and raised the lantern in his hand high in panic.
Under the light, there was a face full of wrinkles. The hideous scar on the right eyebrow looked like a centipede, which made people feel cold.
"Sir, this is late at night... You see, this road is not easy to walk on."
Chang San's voice trembled slightly.
Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.
Because his eyes were attracted by the two glittering dollars in Xu Mo's hand.
His eyes lit up instantly.
"Is this money enough to go to Tianjin?"
Xu Mo asked, throwing the ocean over.
Chang San quickly bent down to pick it up, and was about to reply with a smile on his face that it was enough.
Suddenly, a pungent smell of rust hit my nose.
This smell is not the fishy smell of rain.
But it was a strong, disgusting smell of blood!
Chang San only had time to look up.
A flash of cold light flashed before his eyes, and the dagger pierced through the gap between his ribs like lightning.
It accurately avoided the sternum and stabbed hard into his heart diagonally upwards!
Chang San only felt a sharp pain, like a fish out of water, opening his mouth but unable to make any sound.
He waved his hands in the air in vain, as if trying to grasp the last glimmer of life.
Xu Mo's left hand covered his mouth and nose tightly like an iron clamp, and pressed him against the shaft of the cart.
The movements were clean and neat, without any drag.
Death came so quickly that Chang San didn't even have time to struggle before he was dead.
Xu Mo supported the gradually stiffening body and slowly laid it down in the mud, letting the rain mercilessly wash Chang San's pale face.
The rain is getting heavier.
The raindrops as big as beans hit the ground, splashing up pieces of mud.
Xu Mo squatted down and began to unbutton Chang San's clothes with skillful and quick movements.
The collar of that gray-black cotton jacket had been worn to a shiny finish.
There are yellow spots on the armpits caused by long-term sweat stains, which emit a stale and musty smell.
The whole process took less than a minute, and Xu Mo took off Chang San's clothes and put them on himself.
He dragged the corpse into the bushes, took out a small porcelain bottle from his body, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.
When the corpse-dissolving powder was poured on the wound, pungent white smoke immediately rose up, making a "sizzling" sound.
He waited patiently, picking up a branch and fiddling with it from time to time.
Watching the corpse gradually dissolving under the effect of the corpse powder, he felt no pity in his heart.
A quarter of an hour later, all that was left on the ground was a pool of yellow water with a strange smell and a few insoluble bones.
Xu Mo picked up the most conspicuous finger bone and threw it into the weeds in the distance.
A young life was lost just like that.
But he seemed to be used to it, and there was no strange expression on his face.
After everything is ready.
Xu Mo, no, now it’s Chang San - he picked up the fallen melon-shaped hat from the mud.
There was a circle of sweat stains on the inner edge of the hat, which emitted a sour smell mixed with hair oil and rain water, which was disgusting.
But he didn't care, put on his hat, and touched his cheek.
He took something out of his body and glued gray beard on his chin and temples.
In an instant, he seemed to have really become a rickshaw driver who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.
Xu Mo squatted down, pulled out a prepared cloth belt from his boot, and wrapped it tightly around his right knee three times.
When he stood up, he immediately turned into a coachman whose right leg was weak, and every step he took was unnaturally tilted.
"What a damn bad weather! It rains non-stop."
Xu Mo cursed in Chang San's accent, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper.
The rickshaw made a familiar creaking sound, almost inaudible amid the sound of rain.
He walked deliberately with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and his right leg staggered every three steps, as if he would fall at any time.
The lantern was swaying on the front of the car, and the dim light illuminated the muddy road three meters ahead.
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night.
The outskirts of Tianjin.
Under the cover of night, a dozen men in black sneaked towards a house like ghosts.
Their footsteps were light and strange, leaving only faint sounds in the silent night.
Soon, they gathered outside the gate of the abandoned house.
"Show me the token!"
The leading man in black lowered his voice and shouted coldly.
More than a dozen people took out a small jade token from their pockets.
The jade plaque was shaped like a tombstone, with the word "Huangquan" engraved on the front.
And on the back, eight words are engraved - Yellow Springs and Underworld, guiding all living beings.
This is the Huangquan Jade Plate, the designated token of the Huangquan Yin, a mysterious and terrifying killer organization.
As Huang Quanyin's killer, they usually have a single line of communication for the sake of confidentiality.
Normally, even if two killers meet face to face, it is difficult for them to know each other's true identity.
Therefore, if people gather together for some reason, they must take out a token to verify their identity.
Otherwise, you will be regarded as a spy and attacked by everyone.
Among Huang Quanyin's killers, there is an extremely strict promotion ranking mechanism.
The elders of Huangquan Pavilion will conduct a comprehensive assessment based on the number of tasks completed by the killer, the difficulty of the tasks, and the killer's own strength, and then give a rating.
From low to high, they are bronze, silver, gold, and shadow killer.
The highest level is naturally the shadow killer.
The Ghost-faced Fourteen who was previously famous in the martial arts world, and the elusive Man with a Thousand Faces, are both shadow-level masters.
There are also two shadow killers who have been stationed at the Huangquanyin headquarters for a long time and have not appeared in the world for a long time.
Only when you reach the level of Gold Medal Killer and Shadow Killer can you have the right to issue secret signals and summon nearby killers.
"Where is the Man of Thousand Faces?"
"Not here yet?"
"Why did he suddenly call us together?"
"I don't know, where are the others?"
"Yeah, where is he?"
The killers talked to each other, their tone full of impatience.
Just then, a man who looked like a servant walked out of the courtyard.
"Master Thousand Faces has not arrived yet. Please wait. I..." the servant said with an apologetic smile.
"Wait for your mother? I spend hundreds of dollars every minute. Can he afford to pay me for wasting my time for no reason?"
Before the servant could finish his words, a hot-tempered killer shouted.
"My Lord has sent me a message, saying that he will definitely arrive tonight, so please be patient."
The servant explained hurriedly.
"Forget it. There is no need to embarrass a servant. We will just wait for the Thousand Faces Man to arrive at the hour of Xu. We will not wait for him after that time."
Another killer said coldly.
"I'll do as you say. Hehe, when he comes, I'll want to see for myself how powerful the Thousand Faces Man is. How could he become one of the four great shadow assassins?"
"Humph! You're right. What kind of strength does he have? Does he think he can ride on our shoulders and give us orders at will? He should show us whether he is just pretending or not!"