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In the dead of night, the sounds of Xia Wei and Xia Frog come and go.

In the night, there was a figure dressed in a black night uniform, under the cover of darkness, quietly approaching the boys' dormitory. Eventually, it was parked under the floor balcony of the Song Shuhang dormitory.

"It should be here." The black figure whispered to himself, and then he saw him leaping gently, and ‘嗖’ jumped onto the balcony of Song Shuhang’s dormitory.

The height of the second floor of the boys' dormitory is three meters five, plus a half-meter high fence, which is four meters high. This black figure does not need to help jump, and jumps to the balcony without any effort.

This bouncing force, if it is for the country, the world champion is completely in the bag - no need to run and jump four meters, no matter what level of high jump players, after seeing this result, will silently sacrifice their knees of.

Of course, the greater possibility is that people all over the world wonder if he has taken drugs or secretly installed advanced technology products in his muscles?

The door of the dormitory balcony is a floor-to-ceiling window structure, which is simple and beautiful.

The black man was first vigilant in a patrol, and after confirming that no one noticed, he picked a thin blade from the waist and inserted it into the window of the floor-to-ceiling window.

I didn't see any action on him. The lock on the floor-to-ceiling door was picked up and the unlocking technique was filled.

Gently push open the window door and the black man enters the room. His movements are soft, just like a cat, and the whole process does not make a slight sound.

In the bedroom, Song Shuhang was lying in a large shape and sleeping very dead.

In the morning, I helped the pharmacist to find a house and refine the body fluid.

After that, I learned the basic boxing and meditation ideas. I went to work with people before I went home. There are too many things happening today, and I have exhausted his energy.

Now, even if he comes to the book and slaps his face, he is hard to wake up.

As a monk, Song Shuhang's experience and vigilance are still far from enough. It is still the best of the rookie, and more needs to be honed.

In the same way, as a rookie who just entered the line, you can't expect him to be able to listen to his ears when he sleeps like a monk master.

The black man stared at Song Shuhang for a while, and compared the photos on the ‘Song Shuhang’ material with the teenager in front of his mind, and confirmed his identity: “Yes, it’s him.”

The other party did not seem to notice his arrival, sneak into the smooth success, and unexpectedly relaxed.

However, the black man still does not dare to relax, because the altar is very scrupulous about the ordinary boy ‘Song Shuhang’. Before he came, he had seen him act. If you are aware of the other party, don't think too much, just retreat!

Therefore, from the time of entering the house to the present, the black man is careful, converging, and breathing.

"Next, where is the soul-sheltered ice bead?" The black-eyed man's gaze was swept by Song Shuhang. His night-time dormitory was mainly to bring back the legendary ghost.

The room was not big, so he quickly found the target - the seal of the ghost of the ghost of the ice ball was hanged by Song Shuhang as a pendant, without any precautions.

The black man was suddenly excited.

"This task is easier than imagined. It's awesome." The black man's heart is happy, the target sleeps so dead, and the look of a thunder is not like a master. He really can't think of why the altar is mainly concerned about such an ordinary mortal?

The black man extended his left hand and touched the soul of the book at the neck of the book.

At this time, looking at the still sinking Song Shuhang, his heart suddenly moved.

To get back the ghosts alone... at most, you can only complete the task of the altar, and then get some rewards.

But what if you can bring Song Shuhang’s head back together?

Maybe he can take the opportunity to get the great appreciation of the altar and get a deeper practice!

It will not take long for him to be promoted, become a gold medal member in the organization, become the left and right hand of the altar, go to the peak of his life, and even have the same longevity as the altar, and think about it.

The black man turned his right hand, and a piece of sessile blade slipped out and was pinched between him. The eyes floated in his eyes, and the right hand blade reached the throat of the book, and the left hand continued to explore and grab the pendant chain.

As long as you get the ghost, the right hand will give the boy a knife, and the rich and glory will be there!

The black man licked his lips and his heart was filled with hope for the future.

Seeing his hand is about to hit the pendant.

At this moment... he suddenly felt the inexplicable sinking of his body, and there was a sharp stun in his head. It feels like someone is using a crowbar to insert his head, and it is agitated. The headache was splitting and he almost screamed.

"What happened?" He gritted his teeth and screamed.

At the same time, the heart is filled with an unknown feeling.

Sure enough, the next moment, heavy and weak feelings poured into his body; accompanied by nausea and vomiting. The blade between the fingers could not be pinched and dropped to the ground.

"This feeling is poisonous? Damn, where is the poison? When did I get this poison?" The black man was shocked.

After all kinds of cruel training, he immediately understood that he was poisoned, and this poison was extremely overbearing. When an attack occurred, the ‘blood force of the heart’ could not be mobilized again, and the body was quickly weakened.

He looked at Song Shuhang on the bed fiercely.

Just then, he saw Song Shuhang’s mouth rising in his sleep, revealing a hint of evil laughter. (Sweet laugh?)

not good!

"It’s counted!" The black man made a quick decision and his body fell. Before leaving the body before falling down, turn over and leave from the balcony.

"Wow!" After landing, he spit out a blood and dyed the masked face on his face.

He hurriedly took out a few pills for detoxification from his arms, no matter how useful or useless, swallowed in one mouth.

However, the dizziness of the head did not ease at all, and the weakness of the body was still intensifying. When he turned over from the balcony, he felt that his legs were unstable and suffered some dark injuries.

The antidote is not effective.

The black man only feels that his brain is more and more confused in the pain, like a drunken drunkard, losing his usual judgment.

No, you must go back to the altar now, and ask the altar to save his life before the poison in the body does not completely erupt.

Thinking of this, he ran to the ‘tand’ with his poisoned body.

This is undoubtedly a very wrong decision - if his head is still clear, he will never go to the altar. This will only reveal the hiding place of the altar.

But at this moment, his head has become a mess, and the instinct to survive has made him choose to go to the altar to ask for help.

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The altar owner temporarily stayed in a hotel outside the university town.

He leaned on the chair and put a hollow god, but his eyes always showed the sharp eyes of the pharmacist's dark circles. The horrible eyes were lingering in his mind.

When I think of that look, his body is a little soft.

He did not dare to approach the pharmacist, nor could he contact Song Shuhang, who was with the pharmacist. It is impossible to determine whether Song Shuhang is a 'senior' or a 'mortal'.

It was not until late at night that after learning that Song Shuhang and the pharmacist had separated, he sent a newly trained subordinate to explore the Song Shuhang under the impetus of the eagerness of the ‘soul.’

Because he is not sure of the true strength of Song Shuhang, he is reluctant to send a strong subordinate in the past, so as not to be folded in the hands of the other party. It is not easy to train his subordinates, it is very financial and time-consuming.

"Calculating time, if you succeed, your subordinates should come back to life again?" thought the mind of the altar. If it fails, it must be a place of death.

The world of monks is far more cruel than the world of ordinary people!

Just then, there was a knock outside the door.

Is the subordinate coming back?