Chapter 372 Let Your Boss Come to See Me

Yiluo fell to the ground and became a tombstone. Moqiong looked at Sandai and others and found that they were all awake.

Divinity was returned to subconsciousness.

Moqiong breathed a sigh of relief and fell from the sky. At the same time, Gou Ye's tombstone also circled around Moqiong, probably asking him to change himself back quickly.

It's over. Yilu's time has come, and even the containment has fallen out.

Moqiong walked forward and leaned over to pick up the yellow ore.

First, Gou Ye must be restored, and then Sandai and others must be turned back into tombstones to keep them fresh. After all, this group of ancient assassins doesn't have much time left.

"Wait a minute..." Sandai suddenly said.

"Huh?" Moqiong stopped reaching for the containment and looked back at Sandai.

Sandai was about to say something with a smile, but his face suddenly changed.

At the same time, Moqiong's hair stood up all over his body. In today's series of human-sword confrontations, his reflex nerves have been greatly trained. You know, if formal members are not short of money, it is normal for Tafi Stone to bless them.

Without using any extraordinary means such as exile, Mo Qiong was purely immersed in the close combat, and he had a conditioned reflex to the sharp blade.

It can be said that fighting with various assassins was an intense training for Mo Qiong.

At this moment, he felt a chill on the side of his neck, and he leaned back quickly.

Someone was trying to assassinate him, who was it? The seven ancient assassins were all in his field of vision, so the attacker on the side...

Yiluo?

"Puff!"

It was too late to block it, and Mo Qiong instinctively dodged, but he didn't even dodge it completely.

The sharp hidden blade pierced into Mo Qiong's neck, entered from the side, and cut his trachea.

This attack was originally aimed at the artery, and Mo Qiong instinctively leaned back and finally avoided the vital part.

"Swish!"

Mo Qiong felt the hidden blade across his throat, and he became ruthless and continued to retreat violently.

Then he saw the hidden blade pierce the skin and tore it out of his neck.

Mo Qiong's throat suddenly leaked air, and all the air was concentrated and sprayed towards Yi Luo without leaking a single bit.

Yi Luo was sprayed with natural gas in his face, and his eyes were frozen so tightly that he couldn't help but close them, but he didn't cut back the stone. He endured the ultra-low temperature frostbite and rushed towards Mo Qiong with his eyes closed.

He couldn't see Mo Qiong clearly, so he could only assassinate him by feeling.

Mo Qiong finally made room, and while leaning back, he raised his foot and kicked Yi Luo in the chest, kicking him directly dozens of meters away, and hitting him hard on a Gobi boulder.

"You... cough cough cough..." Mo Qiong was about to say that this guy was pretending to be dead, and he coughed wildly.

His trachea was cut, and he could only breathe from the wound on his neck.

His lungs rose and fell, and he sucked air from his neck wildly, and all kinds of unfiltered miscellaneous things were also sucked into his trachea, which was very painful.

Mo Qiong hurriedly poured out the half-pound of sea water he always had on him, covered his cheeks and stabilized them with a suit, and finally felt comfortable.

It doesn't matter if the trachea is cut, just don't breathe.

"Your name is Yiluo, right... OK, it's a bit more like that." The third generation clapped his hands and nodded.

Yiluo was pretending to be dead. He deliberately showed madness and despair at the end, but he didn't actually give up.

In order to gain Moqiong's trust, he even threw away all the storage objects, so that he couldn't use stones to bear the cold air just now.

He even made all the ancient assassins sober, just to make Moqiong believe that he had been forced to turn into stone.

All this was to get another chance to kill in close combat.

"Shua!" Yiluo rushed again without caring about his injuries.

Moqiong's short sword flew out, and he didn't even dodge, hitting his forehead.

Then the flying sword was deeply inserted into his head, and he didn't stop, rushing straight to a place one meter away from Moqiong.

Sometimes people can charge forward even if their heads fall off.

Moqiong sighed, and bubbles gurgled in the sea water suit.

He didn't dodge, because Yiluo was already dead.

He was even forced to condense into a stone statue halfway, maintaining the posture of charging, with his right hand extended forward.

"After his previous aerial attack failed, he only had a few seconds left. He didn't waste these last few seconds and took the initiative to throw away the earth mang, just to wait for you to give him another chance to assassinate him." Sandai said.

Mo Qiong shook his head. He couldn't speak now.

Sandai walked solemnly to the solidified statue of Yiluo and drew a spiral pattern on it with his finger.

Although he didn't approve of his reason for fighting, he approved of his determination to fight.

This was a simple ceremony for them to mourn their dead brothers.

"May the light of truth shine." After Sandai finished drawing, he drew something like an eye on Yiluo's forehead, and then drew a few bars around it to indicate a radial shape.

Mo Qiong's pupils shrank. This pattern... is so familiar.

The double-line spiral went up, and the stars were dotted around it. There were rules on the left and right, and there were eyes blooming like the sun on the top.

Tianzhitu?

"Hey! Gugugu! Gugugu?" Mo Qiong wanted to ask hurriedly, but he had his trachea cut off, and he vomited the last breath in his lungs, and couldn't make a clear sound.

Hai Shuiwei gurgled out a bunch of bubbles, and Sandai and others had no idea what he was talking about.

Sandai leaned over to pick up the yellow ore and said, "I know what you want to ask. I asked you to wait a moment just now, not to cover him to attack you, but to remind you that using Tumang has a price."

"Gugugugu!" Moqiong waved his hand, he was not asking this.

The third generation nodded and said: "Well, I know you don't care about the cost, but it's not necessary. The reason why I help you is because the assassin principles of this generation have been lost. I'm worried... they are secretly doing something very taboo, such as The deification of humanity…”

"This... I'm afraid this is also the reason why Iroh desperately wants to kill you in the end. He doesn't want you to know some secrets."

"Gu..." Mo Qiong ran out of energy and could only make a gesture of please.

The third generation smiled and restored Gou Ye in a flash.

"I only have one minute, let your boss come to see me." After the third generation finished speaking, he directly turned all seven ancient assassins, including himself, back into tombstones and became dead and motionless.

They want to keep it fresh for the last minute and want to know the assassin's secret? Okay, let the boss of the Blue and White Club come to see him.

Mo Qiong looked at the container that fell on the ground and did not move.

Since the third generation has already taken care of it, there is no need for him to touch it. He has already guessed the side effects, which is basically turning him into stone forever.

Next, Mr. Gou dug around in the sand, looking for various props he had dropped.

After finding some medicine, come over and apply it to Mo Qiong.

Mo Qiong glanced at Master Gou's naked body. Master Gou was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that he was still naked, and immediately punched Mo Qiong on the chin.

"Bang!" Mo Qiong was directly knocked away more than ten meters, his jaw was broken on the spot, and his mouth was filled with anger.

When he got up, Mr. Gou had found some rags and wrapped them around him. Then he came over and squeezed out ointment to heal his injuries.

"..." Mo Qiong rolled his eyes and simply closed his eyes.

Two minutes later, a helicopter formation arrived at the scene.

"Mo Qiong! Is two tons of acid enough?" Olga shouted from the helicopter.

Mo Qiong continued to close his eyes and pretend to be dead. Gou Ye raised his middle finger and said, "Come down and wash the floor!"

Olga saw Mo Qiong 'unconscious' and thought he was about to die, so she quickly jumped down from the sky with a doctor in her arms.

Ten minutes later, Olga, who had already figured out the situation, said: "It's like this... is the assassins fighting among themselves?"

"It's not internal strife, it's a conflict between ancient and modern ideas." Master Gou had already put on his clothes and turned back into an adult.

Mo Qiong's trachea was repaired and he said hoarsely: "Just now... I recognize the picture drawn by the third generation just now. It is the Mo family's Tianzhi picture."

"Ah? What does this have to do with the Mo family?" Master Gou asked curiously.

Mo Qiong shrugged and said, "I didn't know. I wanted to ask, but I couldn't speak."

"If it's just a spiral and an eye, forget it. There's a compass and a ruler on the left and right sides of the question. Isn't this the symbol of the Mohist family?"

Mr. Gou shook his head and said: "The compass and ruler are also the symbol of free masons. Well... free masons are also made by the Little Brotherhood."

"Judging from the time, the little brother will appear after the Mo family... Hey, did the Mo family tell you that they spread the word to the west?"

Mo Qiong recalled: "No, only Qin Huali took Zhu Rongzhiyu to the far west."

"Are you back?" Master Gou asked.

"I came back, but then disappeared." Mo Qiong said.

As they spoke, the two looked at each other in silence.

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p.s: Sorry. I didn’t write it well this time. Then write a protagonist-like character to adjust it.