In the brief glow of the fire, everything hidden was exposed until it crashed head-on into the ground, at which point the faint light was swallowed by darkness once more.

Just as the flames went out, Chuanliu caught sight of the rapidly approaching figure.

It was a man, his face blurred in the dim light. He was less than three meters away from the river, and in the blink of an eye, he was right in front of everyone.

Chuanliu's heart tightened. A split second before the man swung his knife, she swiftly climbed onto the nearby shelf, dodging his attack. However, despite her quick reaction, the man's fierce and swift attack still managed to wound her.

The blade sliced ​​through her thigh, leaving a horrifying wound.

The pain spread like wildfire, and blood kept seeping from the wound, dripping down her leg to the ground.

But Chuanliu had no time to pay attention to any of that. She frowned, her gaze fixed on the direction where the man had last disappeared.

Of course, there was nothing but pitch blackness in front of him.

She felt a mix of lingering fear and relief.

As expected, the man changed his route after concealing his footsteps.

Fortunately, she had already planned her escape route after the light came on; otherwise, given the man's location and movement, catching her would have been only a matter of time.

Chuanliu knew that she was currently in the middle of the back of the basement, and her goal was to return to where she started—the very back of the basement.

However, the man was approaching from the direction of the exit, and if he continued to move backward, he would undoubtedly block her escape route.

Chuanliu could sense that the man hadn't moved after the attack, but was instead listening to his movements.

The man knew he had successfully hurt her and wanted to take the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

The intense pain struck again, and Chuanliu forced herself to ignore it. She hid in the corner, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her breathing and thoughts.

Driven by a calm mind, she reached out and groped at the shelf beside her, her fingers touching rows of aluminum cans.

In her haste to climb, Chuanliu had put the dagger in her mouth. She put it back in her hand; the cold touch gave her a sense of security.

The complete darkness before her eyes and the familiar touch in her hands unconsciously brought her thoughts back to when she was a child...

"Master, isn't that stabbing magic trick some kind of magic trick? I saw online that it's said that there's a magnet on the turntable."

"You little brat, what kind of magic trick is this! What kind of magnet trick is this! It's all nonsense. That's called throwing knives, a knife-throwing trick! Only third-rate magicians use magnets!"

"Master, so you're serious? I really have to practice throwing knives blindfolded?"

"Who's kidding me! Your knife throwing accuracy is alright now, but if you're blindfolded, it's a disaster! Put your blindfold back on right now!"

“Master, how is it possible for me to spin around, walk in a straight line, and land in the correct spot on a spinning wheel while blindfolded? This isn’t magic; it’s a miracle.”

"Stop talking nonsense and put it on!"

"Master, where am I? I feel so dizzy, I'm going to throw up."

"Stand at attention! Feel the direction of the spinning wheel. The first key point of blindfolded knife throwing is to focus on hearing. Hearing is how we obtain information when our vision is impaired. Magicians control the accuracy of their throws by listening to the sound of the knife hitting the target, knowing the target's location and distance beforehand. Secondly, magicians further enhance their throwing accuracy by listening to ambient sounds, such as air currents and the sound of the knife hitting the target."

"Phew, is that so?"

"Hmm, it's better now. The second key point about blindfolded knife throwing is muscle memory. Through repeated training and simulating throwing in different scenarios, magicians can develop muscle memory for throwing knives, and the accuracy and smoothness of the throw will be significantly improved with practice."

"Okay, how long do I need to practice to reach the state you described?"

"A minimum of ten years."

"Master, it's so cold and windy on the rooftop."

"You little brat, keep practicing, don't stop!"

"Ouch, Master, why did you kick me?"

"Shut up, I'm about to say the third point."

"Anything else?"

"The third key point is spatial awareness. When a magician's proficiency with throwing knives reaches a certain level, they will possess the power of spatial awareness. The magician's brain will develop a prediction of the throwing distance and force, and by adjusting the throwing angle and force, they can hit the target under different conditions. So what you need to do next is practice."

"Understood……"

The cool touch of the shelf pulled Chuanliu's thoughts back to reality. She subconsciously stroked the dagger in her hand, her resolve gradually hardening.

She slowly closed her eyes, as if the black cloth that her master had tightly bound was covering them.

"The ability to perceive space is crucial for magicians..."

"When you can use it freely in all kinds of situations, you'll have mastered it..."

Her master's words echoed in her mind, calming her chaotic thoughts and allowing clues to gradually come together. Based on her current location, Chuanliu quickly constructed a three-dimensional diagram of the basement in her mind.

Then, Chuanliu quickly took a can of food from the shelf and threw it forcefully toward the exit.

The canned food weaved through the dense gaps in the shelves, eventually striking the shelf behind the assassin with a crisp "clanging" sound.

The man, mistakenly believing he had caught Chuanliu's movements, turned around instantly, a smug, wicked smile spreading across his face. Completely disregarding the fact that his running would give him away, he rushed eagerly towards the direction from which the sound came.

However, no matter how fiercely he swung his weapon, he failed to hit the target and missed in vain.

At the same time, the dagger in Chuanliu's hand flew out like lightning, precisely from his fingertips, following the path the can had taken, and accurately pierced the man's palm.

Then, a cry of "Ah!" was heard.

The man screamed, trembling as he raised his bloodied hand and cursed angrily.

In the silent darkness, Zhuiming moved silently toward Chuanliu's direction, just in time to hear the voice of a man nearby.

After hearing the man's screams, Zhui Ming quickly and accurately located the man and engaged in a fierce battle with him.

The sounds of fists clashing and weapons clashing once again echoed throughout the basement, breaking the previous silence.

Only then did Sister Hua realize that Zhui Ming had quietly escaped. She hurriedly turned around and ran back to support her ally.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chuanliu rushed towards the back of the basement without hesitation.