Chapter 184 Who Told You to Live Here?

The shadows of the trees outside the window swayed. After lying for a while, Zhao seemed to remember something and got up reluctantly and walked out.

Soon he returned to the room with a pot of hot water and closed the door. The shadows of the trees outside the window flashed strangely and violently at this moment, and soon returned to normal.

"You are not good at light work, but you like to learn to peep..."

"I am also blessed. Wherever I go, people die."

The changes in the shadows of the trees were seen by Zhao, but he didn't intend to care. He was just a guest in the hotel. What did the grievances of the store have to do with him?

Don't forget, he paid! He paid money and worked hard. The store owner is Zhao's father, right?

He didn't want to take the initiative to participate in it, nor did he want to be passively involved, so he simply planned to run away. If you are not a thief under the melon field, you are also a thief.

"It's just a pity for a horse..."

"Old man, old man, tell me, it would be better if you were one day later."

On the hill behind the villa, the masked man's footsteps were strange, not like a person walking, but like a bird, lightly falling on the branches.

"Is there anything unusual? Why did you come back so soon?" Yuheng was wearing a mask on the tree, and only his eyes could be seen.

The masked man hesitated for a moment and said, "There is one more person in the villa, what should we do?"

"Just kill them together. There are so many people in the world. It doesn't matter if one more or one less dies." Yuheng said subconsciously without thinking.

After saying that, he thought of the key point and asked, "Can't you tell his cultivation?"

"I really can't tell. His footsteps are messy, his breath is unstable, his hands are free of calluses, and his eyes are turbid. He doesn't look like a martial artist at all, but he has a murderous aura on him, which is very strange." The masked man did not hide his feelings and told them all.

To be honest, if it weren't for that faint murderous aura, he would have taken action when Zhao Ju entered the door.

"Murderous aura? Who doesn't have a bit of murderous aura in this world? Kill them all! Don't mess up the plan."

"Okay..." The masked man didn't say anything else. He jumped up after answering and ran straight to the villa.

In the room, Zhao seemed to have seen nothing. He took off his shoes and washed his feet as usual, then dried his feet and got into bed.

On the tree outside the window, the masked man frowned and stared at Zhao on the bed motionlessly. He was a little unsure. This person was too normal, and for people like them, normal was abnormal.

If Zhao suddenly disappeared, or slept with a knife in his arms, he would think it was normal.

But Zhao just covered himself with the quilt and did nothing, even with his back to him. In his eyes, such behavior was either a master or an ordinary person.

Seeing that there was no action for a long time, both people inside and outside the room fell into deep thought. One party thought that he didn't act well enough, but he had acted, so he couldn't give up halfway. The other party was somewhat indecisive, constantly changing positions and observing the people in the room from different directions.

Time passed in the suspicion of the two people, and soon the moon reached the zenith. The masked man looked up at the moon and climbed over the courtyard wall lightly.

The moment he landed, Zhao, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He finally waited for it. If it was later, he might have really fallen asleep.

The masked man stood in front of the door, but he didn't rush to push the door in. Instead, he inserted a thin needle from the crack of the door, facing the back of Zhao's head.

As the true qi circulated, the thin needle flew out of his hand.

"Pop", like a stone entering the water.

The masked man was delighted and hurriedly pushed the door in. Just as he was about to use the short thorn in his hand, he suddenly noticed something and stabbed the short thorn in the other hand at a high speed.

"Afterimage!" He was surprised in his heart. How could it be so fast? The person in the true qi perception was still on the bed. How could he change positions in succession in just a few breaths of opening the door?

Could it be a master level?

While he was still in amazement, two fingers flashed like ghosts, bypassed the short thorns in his hands, and tapped his heart. Then the light green true energy rose, and the fingers turned into palms, pushing and pulling.

When he came back to his senses, the two short thorns were swung into a circle for defense, and the man disappeared in the room again.

How could he not feel that this man was better than him in terms of experience and cultivation against enemies. In addition, he could not take the initiative, so he had lost the initiative and fell into a passive position.

So he paused on his heels and tried to use the force to retreat. But at this time, the door suddenly closed, and a bright knife light shone.

The masked man was in mid-air, in a dilemma, unable to dodge or avoid. He had to lean his body desperately to avoid being cut in half by a knife.

The knife light flashed, and the figure disappeared again. The masked man covered his broken arm, knowing that he was doomed to die, so he simply tried to scream out with the determination to die.

But his heart seemed to be seen through. Light green true energy continued to rise in the small room, and instantly appeared in all directions, with heavy palm shadows, densely packed.

Even with both hands intact, it might not be possible to dodge, and now that one arm has been lost, it is even more difficult. The short thorns kept swinging, but unfortunately it was in vain.

A light green palm grabbed the tiny gap and pressed it against the masked man's back. The true energy entered the body, and the masked man's black cloth fell off, spitting out a mouthful of black blood. As the true energy penetrated, he fell forward uncontrollably, but was soon grabbed by the neck and lifted up.

It was not until then that Zhao could see the masked man's face clearly, an ugly face. There were large areas of burn scars on both cheeks, so that the whole face was wrinkled. Although the neck was grabbed, there was still a bloodthirsty light in both eyes.

"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me? This is the first time we meet, right?" Zhao asked in confusion.

The masked man just smiled, his face full of misery, and mocked, "Who told you to stay here tonight?"

Is it still my fault? Zhao curled his lips helplessly and smiled bitterly.

"Say that." The strength on his hands gradually increased, and the masked man was a little breathless, and his breathing became heavier.

Since it was a coincidence, there was no need to ask any more questions. Simply changed the topic and asked, "Who are you? Why did you kill the people in this villa? It's not because you can't kill me, so you kill a few old people to vent your anger?"

"Hehe"

"Okay, I like people with backbone. I don't know if Zhao... will you speak after this torture?" It's a bit hard to change your mouth after saying it, but Zhao soon forced it back.

"It turned out to be you..." The masked man smiled brightly and said self-deprecatingly. Then a lot of black blood flowed out of his mouth, his eyes rolled up, and his whole body went limp.

"Bad luck!" Zhao, who let go of his hand in time, shook his hand in fear. Whoever it is, committed suicide after a disagreement. Life is so precious. It's not too late to say who you are before you die!

Imitating the face of the corpse on the ground, changing it little by little in front of the mirror. Then take out the black clothes and put them on, and cover your face with a black cloth.

After pushing the body under the bed, he put the two short spikes and several fine needles into the space, imitated the tone of the masked man for a while, and then climbed over the wall to go out.

He looked back at the house and said as a matter of course.

"The bed is half a coffin, I don't want the money. Using your identity is the reward."