Chapter 135 Master

What you see is a spacious hall.

The hall seemed too empty. Except for the square coffee table and the tattered sofa in the center, there was nothing around it except another door directly opposite.

On the tattered sofa, three people were sitting around talking about something. Seeing someone coming, their voices stopped suddenly and they all looked towards the door.

Chu Yao also looked at them. She saw that these three people also wore masks with various patterns painted on them.

When the person on the right saw Chu Yao, he stood up and greeted him with open arms. Chu Yao saw a piece of rag painted on his mask.

"Look at what I'm saying, you really didn't make me wait in vain. Blood Butterfly, you are indeed here! I have a big event to tell you here."

This talkative feeling seems familiar. Chu Yao finally saw clearly what was on his mask. He was the "curtain".

However, Chu Yao ignored him at all and walked straight to the door inside.

The curtain's conversation failed somewhat, and sarcastic laughter came from under the masks of the other two people. Curtain retracted his arm in a sullen manner, but still did not give up, rubbing his hands while blocking Chu Yao.

"Don't leave in a hurry. After all, we are also 'companions' who have been through life and death? Why don't you give me some face? I really have good things to tell you here, really! It's absolutely true!"

"Get out of the way." Chu Yao refused pretending to be annoyed.

"Oh, you really gave up, right?" The curtain saw the big bag behind Chu Yao, and Chu Yao could even see the man winking under the mask, "Okay, okay, let me give in, you don't have to be so fierce. .Business matters, we’ll talk about other things when you’re done.”

This guy's mouth is like a rapid-fire barrage, and he doesn't stop for a moment. After finally getting rid of this person, Chu Yao walked towards the door.

Chu Yao knocked three times, and a response came from inside the room: "Come in."

She opened the door and walked in, smelling a very faint smell of blood. There was still light outside, but it was pitch black inside the hut, without a trace of light.

But this doesn't bother her. In Chu Yao's eyes, he clearly saw a long table in front of him. Sitting behind the long table was a man who was also wearing a mask. On the mask was painted the face of an earth-shattering old man.

It seems that this is the "master".

The master's entire body was shrouded in a dark cloak, blending into the darkness of the cabin. Seeing Chu Yao come in, he spoke:

"Are you sure you want to abandon the mission?"

His voice was so weird that Chu Yao couldn't tell whether he was a boy or girl, as if he was using a voice changer.

"Confirm." Chu Yao put the tennis bag behind him on the table, and then quickly spread his consciousness in the room.

This shop doesn't matter, but it made Chu Yao a little surprised.

She actually noticed a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation in this master!

This fluctuation is not strong, about the second level of Qi Refining. With Chu Yao's cultivation level, this person still couldn't see through her.

First Lian Jining, and then the old man in front of her. She really saw a lot of psychics in this new capital.

interesting.

Chu Yao's consciousness reached down towards this man's cloak. This is a gaunt old man, skinny and bones, with no flesh on his body. His appearance was almost the same as that painted on the mask, except that the face on the mask was plumper than his own.

His legs were crossed under him, and he was sitting cross-legged in a "dish" of red water, which must have been the source of the bloody smell he just smelled. At the same time, he closed his eyes tightly and clasped his hands in front of his chest, obviously looking like he was practicing.

The essence and blood are used as a guide, the fetal breath leaves the sea, and the method follows the Yin capital, like some secret method of the blood sect.

With Chu Yao's experience, he could peel the old man clean at first glance, and even see what kind of technique he practiced.

Although Chu Yao is a novice in the field of heavenly technology, he is still very accurate in the field of cultivation.

The old man finished his work, opened a pair of cloudy old eyes, and then stretched out a bloodless withered hand from under his robe and touched the tennis bag, as if he was counting the number.

This process lasted for a long time, and Chu Yao was not in a hurry. He stood in front of the table and waited silently, scanning the room with his consciousness.

Knowing that the other party was just a minor Qi practitioner, she began to act unscrupulously.

The back of the table is filled with miscellaneous items. Chu Yao saw a tattered laptop and various miscellaneous boxes. Some of those boxes were filled with piles of documents and information, and some were filled with masks—all of them were blank, with nothing painted on them.

Chu Yao had a door behind several large boxes. His consciousness extended toward that side, and he soon felt a warmth coming from the surface. It seems that there is another exit from this basement.

Nothing else of value. So Chu Yao's mind turned to the old man in front of him.

Where did his blood refining method come from? Did he practice secretly on his own, or was it provided by his "uppers"?

If his skills come from within the Blood Guest Alliance, then this so-called alliance may be more than just an underground killer organization.

The more Chu Yao thought about it, the more itchy his heart became. He wanted to put his hands on the old man's brain and search for his soul.

But considering that this is their base camp after all, it's better not to alert the enemy yet.

"Well, the quantities are correct, you can go." The old man put the things away, picked up the tennis bag and put it behind him, and continued to practice with his eyes closed.

Hey, why did you take the bag with you?

Chu Yao stuck out her tongue. Covered by the mask, the other party couldn't see her small movements.

She nodded, and then returned to the living room she passed by just now.

Before he had taken a few steps, the chatty curtain came up to him again.

"Are you done, Sister Xuedie? Can we have a chat? This opportunity is rare, so don't miss it!"

Chu Yao still looked impatient and walked away, but the curtain turned in a circle and blocked Chu Yao again.

"Hey, I know you're annoying me, and I didn't mean to bother you. There's a reason why I'm waiting for you here. We need manpower..."

"What do you want to do?" Chu Yao asked, standing with his hands behind his back.

"Haha, you finally replied to me. How about it, guys, is my move feasible..."

"If you stop me just for fun, I won't accompany you." Chu Yao responded coldly. Seeing that the other party was still blocking him, he pretended to take out the knife from his leg.

This is Xuedie's own sword, and he always wears it with him and never leaves it.

"Of course not! Listen to me, you are short of money, aren't you!" Seeing Chu Yao take out a knife, Curtain hurriedly took three steps back, and then dropped a bombshell: "This mission, there are nearly 100 million people." There’s a bounty, and there’s a big boss leading the team!”

Xuedie is a person who loves money. No, or she is clearly afraid of poverty.

Although this move could not seduce Chu Yao, it was very attractive to Xue Die.

Chu Yao did not put down the knife in his hand, but held it and turned it around twice:

"Tell me."