Chapter 491 Assassination in the middle of the night (Second update

Le Yun carried her luggage and walked into the forest, walking far away. Even after walking a few hundred meters, she could clearly hear Handsome Yan calling her "Xiong". "Child", he silently chewed Handsome Yan's name on his teeth a few times, ignored him, made sure there was no one around, rearranged his backpack, threw all the things into the space, only carried a small amount of food and a tent, and took He took out the hatchet, put on gloves, and picked herbs as he walked.

On the return trip, Mr. Yan went back to the city center and ran to Sanweixuan in the food alley for lunch. Ah Fu, the facial scanner machine, ran to report to Young Master, Young Master Xuan walked leisurely to the lobby, sat down next to Young Master Yan, and said with a confused look on his face: "Young Master Yan, does the little beauty have something to convey to you?"

"No. The little girl went to the mountains of Hengshan to pick tea leaves. I only came here to eat." Yan Xing didn't even move his eyebrows, his face was calm.

"Oh, the little beauty went to pick tea? Are you picking new tea to entertain guests at the stone appreciation tea party? Well, I'm going to have a good time. Mr. Yan, you're not here to deliver a message. You can do whatever you want." Mr. Xuan raised his eyebrows and ran away again. Kitchen.

It has become common for Young Master Xuan to come and leave whenever he says. Young Master Yan calmly drank boiled water and waited for the dishes.

The young master turned to the back hall and called Xuanyi at the door of the kitchen: "Go and check whether any family or sect has been doing something secretly recently."

"Young master?" Xuanyi was a little confused. Why did the young master want to check someone's details for no reason today?

"There is something wrong with what Mr. Yan just said about the whereabouts of the little beauty. Someone must have taken action against the immortal doctor in private. Mr. Yan I suspect that it is the work of the ancient martial arts family or some sect, and I am here to reveal a little bit about it. Please pay attention to whether there are any new actions by the special family or sect. If there is any change, if necessary, send a letter to the gentlemen in Hidden Valley to know."


Yes After Xuan Yi spread the word, Young Master Xuan went into the kitchen and started practicing his favorite cooking skills.

As a personal guard, Xuanyi should not be away from the young master for too long. He went out for a walk and then returned to the back kitchen to accompany the young master. Tinkering with dark dishes in the kitchen.

Mr. Yan had lunch at Sanweixuan and left lightly. He drove his car and drove back to Qingdao University after spending three hours on the road. Continue to be a good student.

That night, Mr. Liu returned to the dormitory and saw Mr. Yan who had been kicked back. He was in a good mood. He was not as happy as everyone. He was lonely in school alone. Yes, it’s a lot better to have Xiaoxingxing as a companion.

Le Yun wandered east and west among the mountains alone, walking slowly in the general direction of Xiaowutai. Specifically, The route is crookedThey avoid all crop areas under the mountain, avoid scenic areas, and go to remote places.

After wandering until dark, she found a place to camp. She sighed depressedly. She found no tracking in the past half day, no one was following her, and there was no drone tracking.

Although no one followed her on the first day, it does not necessarily mean that there will be no one in the future. She did not worry about it for the time being and slipped back to the space to take care of the crops and harvest herbs, fruits and vegetables. It was still early before going to bed, and she had peeled hundreds of lily and garlic cloves, wash a few buckets and put them on a shelf on the lawn to drain, then go out to meditate and sleep in the tent.

Throughout the night, she remained in a light sleep state, and no disturbance could escape her hearing detection.

The next day is also March 31, Friday.

On the last day of March in the new lunar calendar, students and office workers have finished their busy day. Students do not have a holiday after school, and office workers do not have a holiday after work, because Tomb-Sweeping Day is a Tuesday and it is a holiday. Therefore, next Monday, April 3rd, will be swapped with April 1st, which will be Saturday, and the Tomb-Sweeping Festival will be connected to the two-day holiday on the weekend. There will be a total of three days of holiday, making it easier for people to pay homage to their ancestors and visit their tombs.

Students from Lexiao passed the last day of March in the New Year smoothly. When the first day of April comes, it is closer to Qingming, so we need to speed up our travels.

In the middle of the morning, Le Yun, who was walking in the jungle, sniffed the smell in the air, silently quickened her pace, walked and stopped, stopped and walked, and smelled everywhere she went. The air, by noon, climbed over a mountain and entered the territory of Hbei Province, officially entering the territory of Xiaowutai.

In the evening, I found a suitable place, pitched the tent peacefully, gathered firewood, made a pot of porridge, ate enough, got into the tent on time, meditated, and rested.

On April 1st, office workers finished their day of classes, students finished their day of classes, and were temporarily liberated. Students from universities in the capital who were close to home also went home.

The beautiful boy and his friends also went home together, and they were accompanied by Yan Shao and Liu Shao. Halfway through the group, they dispersed one after another, each going back to his own home, each looking for his mother.

Lefu’s workshop also had a three-day holiday. Boss Wu went back to his home in Capital City to pay homage to his deceased elders, and everyone in the workshop also went home for the Tomb Sweeping Day holiday.

On Sunday, April 2, many people in the city and countryside visit the graves of their deceased elders. After all, some people return to their hometowns from more fortunate places to pay homage to their ancestors. If you have to wait until the Tomb Sweeping Day to visit the graves There is not enough time, or if it rains on Qingming Festival, I might not be able to go to the mountains, so I usually go to visit the tomb when the weather is fine.

Mr. Le Xiaoxiao ran for another day in the mountains. He set up camp at sunset and wrapped the rabbits he caught during the day in mud into clay eggs. He rewarded himself by making clay-roasted rabbits and waited for them to crawl out after dark. Enter the tent and rest.

The night temperature in the mountains is low, even in April of the New Year, Xiaowutai is the mostThere is still snow on the peak of the peak, as if winter has not yet passed, and the temperature at night is only a few degrees, which is very cold.

On a cold spring night, the mountains are silent, empty and profound.

The blue tent set up in the meadow on the edge of the valley and jungle between the mountains and mountains blends into the night, and it is almost impossible to tell whether it is a clump of grass or a tent.

After midnight, even the rats had eaten their fill and returned to their nests to sleep in their cages. Mist filled the mountains, making the sky and earth hazy, and the grass and trees were slowly moistened by the mist.

When everything is quiet, a light fragrance floats above the tent bag, elegant and fragrant.

The charming fragrance spreads out, covering the square garden of the tent with fragrant aroma, just like the flowers blooming in spring, and the fragrance of flowers is astonishing.

The fragrance was intoxicating, the insects dormant under the grass made no sound, and the surroundings became increasingly quiet.

The fragrance lingers and lasts for a long time.

About an hour after the fragrance first appeared, a person walked out of the meadow above the wind. The night was so dark that I couldn’t see the person’s appearance. I just felt that the person was like a weak willow blowing in the wind. Light and silent.

That man was walking on the grass using Qinggong. He stopped about a hundred meters away from the tent, and then stopped again at about fifty meters away. When he reached about ten meters away, he was hazy. In the hazy mist, someone raised his hand, and dozens of cold lights "whispered" pierced the air, turning into a shower of stars and covering the tent.

The rays of light that filled the sky were like breaking through bamboos, breaking through the tents and piercing into objects. Some of them collided in the air, creating weak sparks.

The sparks were like blue stars. Although they were weak, they were extremely dazzling in the night.

The cold light that filled the sky penetrated the tent, pierced into objects one after another, or flew into the air and flew into the opposite tent, some stuck on the tent fabric, and some passed through the fabric. , fell into the grass.

When the cold light penetrated the tent, there seemed to be a slight human hum, and finally it was deathly empty.

The person who threw out a piece of dark stars looked at the cold light from a distance and made no sound. He scattered more than a dozen dark stars again, and a dozen or so cold lights shot towards the tent quickly, and the people also flew away quickly. , when Leng Xingzi penetrated the tent, people came closer, and there was a "crack" sound in the dark night, and a cold metallic light exploded.

The cold metallic light swung down and fell from the top of the tent. The tent burst open, and the metallic light fell and struck something.

The man holding the knife instantly stepped back seven or eight meters away. The sparks flickered in the darkness, and then a small flashlight with strong light was turned on.

Just by the light of the flashlight, the appearance of a person was vaguely visible. It was a man in modern black mountaineering clothing. He was about fifty years old. His hair was combed back, exposing his high cheekbones.The face is wide, the facial features have a strong sense of three-dimensionality, and the face is generally unremarkable.

He was carrying an ordinary backpack, wearing hiking boots, and in his hand was a long sharpened mountain knife. The cold light flashed. When he retreated, he stepped into the grass and held up a flashlight to shine on the tent. The tent was in the direction of the tent, but the tent was torn open and still did not fall down. It was only half-collapsed. The wind blew, and the rags swayed and made a crackling sound.

The man holding the machete tiptoed and raised it again. The flashlight swayed like a shadow on a dance floor. He walked half a meter away from the tent and the machete swept past him again.

Bang, bang, the big knife swung by, first cutting down the pole of the tent, and then the steel pole was abruptly broken, and then the tent was lifted up with great force and flipped to one side. Something was shaking at the bottom of the tent.

The man with the knife slashed the tent twice and chopped it to pieces. He was shocked to find that there was only a clothed straw man in the tent. It was a target made of fresh grass and trees. The straw man was wearing a suit. He was wearing a gray sweatshirt and had dozens of three-edged dart knives stuck on his body.

There was nothing else in the tent except a straw man.

When the man holding the knife saw that there was no one in the tent, he swung the knife again and threw the tent away. There was a piece of grass under the tent, which could not hide anyone. He swept back and exited. A few feet away, he put away the flashlight at the same time, gripped the long knife tightly, and made a defensive posture to face a strong enemy.

He was on guard all over, listening in all directions to guard against sneak attacks.

There were no night rats or birds chirping in the darkness, not even the sound of insects. It was so quiet that it made people nervous, and the air-conditioning hit their faces, as cold as ice.

The man holding the knife maintained a posture as if he was facing a powerful enemy. The longer the time passed, the more solemn his expression became.

After about a quarter of an hour, there was a sound of wind in the darkness. The man holding the knife saw his eyes and his hands. When his eyes moved, he moved his body, and the long knife was like a rainbow, slashing in the direction of the slightest movement of the wind. .

As soon as he swung the long knife, a splash of cold water was thrown at him, covering his head and face. The water appeared so inexplicably that the man holding the knife was splashed, and his eyes were Touching the water was like soaking in a pool of lime. The burning pain made it difficult to open the eyes, and even the mouth was burning.

In the cold night, there was a voice as crisp as an oriole: "You little bastard, you stayed up late at night, spreading incense and throwing dark stars, and you also took a knife to chop and kill. , what do you mean?”