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Chapter 69 The Art of Assassination

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    Qin Mo came to the private room on the second floor and ordered a few side dishes and a bottle of wine to eat and drink.

    He has sent the black phoenix to fly into the air to help him keep an eye on the outside. As long as Yuan Fei walks out of the restaurant, it will naturally follow him.

    Qin Mo was drinking tea and thinking about things.

    After a while, the dishes were served.  The waiter also stepped back politely.

    Qin Mo continued to eat and drink with a calm expression, as if he was not here to eat, but simply wanted to taste the taste here.

    "Aren't you out yet?"

    Heifeng had been staring for so long, but he still didn't see Yuan Fei coming out.

    "Then take a closer look to see if anyone is coming in a hurry."

    Qin Mo confessed and put down his chopsticks.

    He took out a set of new and old clothes from the storage ring, and while putting them on, his face also quietly changed, turning into an old man in his sixties.

    He listened carefully to the sounds outside, and after confirming that no one was there, he slowly opened the door and went out, and closed the door of the private room.

    At this moment, Hei Feng reported with his spiritual thoughts that two teams of dragoons were coming from both sides of the street.

    "I got it." The corners of Qin Mo's mouth turned up slightly. It seemed that Yuan Fei didn't dare to come up on his own, and wanted to wait until the helpers arrived before joining him.

    He came down from the second floor tremblingly, only to see Yuan Fei already standing at the door, looking towards the stairs from time to time.

    At this time, chaos began outside.  It seemed that dragoons were driving people off the street.

    The guests in the lobby also stopped using their bowls and chopsticks and looked outside.

    Qin Mo also walked to the door tremblingly and looked out.  With his dim old eyes open, he seemed to be a little unclear.

    "Brother, what happened outside?" He was asking Yuan Fei.

    Yuan Fei glanced at him and said impatiently: "Old man, stay away and don't get in the way."

    Qin Mo also hurriedly leaned to the side. He was close to Yuan Fei's back, but he rubbed his neck and looked out.

    "Hey? What's wrong with you, old man?! Didn't I tell you to stay away?"

    "Ah, okay! Okay! I'll stay away."

    At the same time, Yuan Fei suddenly turned his head and looked at Qin Mo in disbelief.

    He wanted to speak, but there were several obvious depressions on his neck, as if a big invisible hand was holding his neck.

    And a small black sword had been stabbed into his back by Qin Mo.

    "Ouch! Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? You need to stand firm. If you don't stand firm, you may fall."

    Yuan Fei trembled all over and his eyes began to wander.

    Qin Mo stared at Yuan Fei's eyes, and his pupils suddenly turned white, then turned silver.

    Control the soul!

    After a while, Qin Mo's eyes returned to normal. He smiled slightly and patted Yuan Fei on the shoulder.

    "It's good to be young! You'll be fine so soon. I guess you're just a little anemic, so it'll be okay. I'm leaving."

    With that said, Qin Mo walked out of the door tremblingly.

    By this time, most of the pedestrians on the street had been cleared.  Dozens of Black Dragon Guards quickly ran towards the restaurant.

    Qin Mo hurriedly quickened his pace, but was still pushed away by the Black Dragon Guard who was coming towards him, and fell to the ground with a plop.

    They rushed into the restaurant with cheers.

    "My lord!"

    "My lord!"

    They quickly showed disrespect to Yuan Fei.

    Yuan Fei¡¯s eyes were slightly dull, he pointed in the direction of the stairs and said slowly:

    "In the private room by the window on the second floor."

    The Black Dragon Guard rushed forward with a huff.

    At this time, Qin Mo had been helped up by pedestrians and was blending in with the crowd.

    The Black Dragon Guards struggled a lot, but naturally found nothing. They went downstairs to ask Yuan Fei again.

    At this time, Yuan Fei was leaning at the door sluggishly, having been dead for a long time.

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    Half an hour later, Yuan Fei¡¯s body was laid flat in the lobby of Heilongsi.

    An old man in gray robe was carefully examining Yuan Fei's wounds.  While he was checking, he said to the middle-aged man wearing a royal blue gown next to him:

    "There were obvious bruises on his neck, indicating that someone had strangled his neck severely before he died. There was an inch-long wound on the back of his heart, which oozed blood slightly. There were no other external injuries, but the blood in his body was wasted in a short period of time.  I took most of it away.¡±

    The middle-aged man frowned slightly, but said nothing. He was playing with a platinum folding fan that was more than a foot long.

      The old man in gray robe opened Yuan Fei's eyelids and was stunned for a moment.

    Seeing that something was wrong, the middle-aged man opened his fan with a swish sound and stood in front of the old man in gray robe. At the same time, he flicked the fan back and closed Yuan Fei's eyelids.

    The old man in gray robe was so excited that he regained his composure.  The old man blushed and said:

    "Thank you, Mr. Wen. I haven't seen such a masterful soul control technique for a long time. I was undefended for a while and fell into the trap."

    The middle-aged man called Mr. Wen smiled slightly and said:

    "It's very powerful! This shows that the other party is a veteran and knows the method of anti-pupil tracking. Fang Pu, can you tell who the other party is?"

    The old man in gray robe is actually Fang Pu.  I saw him clean his hands with water, and while wiping his hands, he said:

    "There is residual demonic energy in the wound on the back, and most of the blood was sucked away in a short period of time. This is very much like the work of the demon sword. Even if Meng Tingze is not one of the thirty-six sword wielders, he must be a high-ranking figure in the demon sect.  But the blame is on the bruise on Yuan Fei's neck. It looks like a human hand, but it doesn't feel as big as a human hand. That means"

    Mr. Wen shook his head and said: "Do you suspect that it is the alienated palm of the person who wields the dragon in my evil dragon sect? It's impossible. There were many guests in the restaurant lobby at that time. They had never seen Yuan Fei fighting with anyone. There was only one old man.  I had a few chats with him when I was around him.¡±

    Fang Pu said: "If you exclude the alienated palm prints, it is the hand of magic. This technique is extremely clever and is definitely not an ordinary spell."

    Mr. Wen nodded and said: "A very clever invisible hand! Generally speaking, as long as the Demon Sect's skills are used, black air will billow out and the demon heads will fly around. Is it true that the only one who can be so invisible I'm afraid only Luo Motian is there.  The "Tiansha Demonic Art"."

    "It's impossible. The "Tiansha Demonic Skill" is one of the three secret skills of the Demon Sect. How can it be easily spread to others? If it is really this skill, why bother stabbing it in the back?"

    Mr. Wen pondered for a moment and said: "It's not impossible. Some of Luo Motian's direct disciples have taught him one and a half moves, and they know one or two moves of "Shadow Claws". It's not unusual. But no matter what  He said that it is certain that the person who killed Yuan Fei is a master of the Demon Sect. So, why did he come to Wuxin City? "

    Fang Pu said: "Mr. Wen, do you want me to send someone to check again? I heard that Yuan Fei has been back for several days, but he never said the specific whereabouts of Sha Rong and others. He just said that Sha Rong and others are still there.  Xiao Fan and Fairy Yun Xi were pursued in the Black Mountain area, but he came back early to find medicine because of his hand injury. Do you think something could have happened to Sha Rong and the others?"

    "Okay, go check it out. I will also go back and tell the city lord. Three of the four Camel Dragon Masters have not returned yet, and the remaining one has been assassinated. This matter should not be that simple."

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    City Lord¡¯s Mansion, backyard, Jinhua Pond.

    A man in plain clothes is fishing by the pond.

    Next to him sat a girl in purple clothes with bare feet, kicking around in the water.  He looked bored.

    Mr. Wen stood respectfully next to the man in plain clothes, as if he had just reported something and was waiting for instructions.

    "Are you sure that technique is the "Shadow Claw"?" The man in plain clothes turned his head and asked with a frown.

    "I'm not sure yet, it's just speculation. But there is indeed some pure demonic energy left in Yuan Fei's body, which is not left by ordinary demonic monks."

    "Okay, I got it. Wen Ju, just worry more about the four Camel Dragon Venerables. That Dragon Bird Sword you don't need it. As long as they can come back."

    "Yes, I will find a way to contact them right away."

    "No! I want the Dragon Bird Sword! You promised to give it to me." The girl in purple who was sitting next to her playing in the water pouted and said reluctantly.

    The man in plain clothes frowned and said: "Yue Li, I haven't settled with you the matter of you privately sending people to seize the Dragon Bird Sword. Why, the older you get, the more willful you become?" (Remember this site's website address: www  .hlnovel.com
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