In late autumn, heavy rains knocked down large areas of yellow leaves in the mountains, revealing the originally dark mountain body of Dahei Mountain. Shrouded by rain and fog, it became increasingly dark and eerie.

Wang Xuan didn't look back and rushed into the rain.

The six snipers were experienced and ruthless. They were afraid that Wang Xuan would deal with them after he dealt with the man in black, so they directly used energy cannons without caring about the man in black's life or death.

Some of them are professional killers. They can get their hands stained with blood for money and property, and they can even decisively abandon and kill their employers to ensure their own survival.

After Wang Xuan got rid of them, he did not regret it. It was just that it was his first time killing someone, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. He ran wildly in the rain to relieve the unspeakable emotions, and mud and water splashed everywhere.

He used all his strength and sprinted at the highest speed in the rain, not stopping once for dozens of miles. He entered the small town covered in sweat mixed with rain.

He slowed down his pace, adjusted his breathing, bought new clothes to replace his torn coat, and then he held an umbrella and walked along the shore of the small lake in the city.

He was thinking about what to do next. Ever since he practiced the old technique, his peaceful life was gone forever. Looking at the misty lake, he thought of all kinds of possibilities.

Since there is no way to choose again, if you want to maintain a peaceful and harmonious life, then you have to become stronger and reach the legendary heights on the path of old arts!

"Qingmu, Lao Qing, you... actually blocked me?!" Wang Xuan tried to contact Qingmu but couldn't get through. He found out that he might have been blocked two days ago.

He was speechless for a while, and then the deepest curse from Xiao Wang appeared: "Qingmu, the next one is you, you can't escape no matter what!"

New Star, in a certain manor, Lao Chen wore a Bagua Taoist robe inside and a purple gold cassock outside, holding a bowl in one hand and a whisk in the other, with bright red cinnabar patterns painted on his face. He was listless, with heavy dark circles under his eyes. He really couldn't stand it anymore. If he couldn't wait for that master, he would return to his old land in two days.

When Heihu contacted Qingmu by phone and told him that Xiao Wang was looking for him, Qingmu's fingers holding the cigarette trembled and he seemed reluctant to pay attention.

But soon after, Feng Zheng and Lao Mu contacted him one after another and told him that Xiao Wang had something of life and death to discuss with him.

Qingmu sighed and had to contact Wang Xuan. He couldn't even hide away for a few days to have some peace and quiet. He always had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, as soon as he contacted Wang Xuan, he heard a resentful voice on the other end of the phone: "Lao Qing, you're done. I have a feeling it will be your turn soon!"

Qingmu couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Shut up, are you annoying me again when you are alone?"

"No, don't think too much. Something happened here!" Wang Xuan simply and quickly told the story of the vicious ambush and murder in Daheishan.

"Lao Qing, isn't our expedition organization cooperating with the country and semi-official in nature? However, I have been assassinated three times in just half a month. The expedition organization is too shameless. Some people are lawless and think that Old Land is just their backyard. They don't care whether this kind of power is a chaebol or involves other fields. Shouldn't they uproot it and keep it for the New Year?!"

Although separated by the phone, Qingmu could already feel Wang Xuan's anger.

Qing Mu said: "Okay, stop talking. I will send someone to deal with this matter right away. For the time being, just pretend that nothing happened and don't affect the normal lives of your family and friends."

This was actually what Wang Xuan wanted. After all, there were seven bodies left in the Dahei Mountain. Once they were discovered, or if he called the police, it would cause an uproar in this small town, and the peaceful life of his family and friends would surely be disrupted.

The expedition organization is semi-official in nature, so it would be most appropriate for Aoki to find someone to handle it.

After Wang Xuan ended the call, he went straight home, took a shower and went to sleep. He was still feeling uncomfortable, so he did some meditation before falling asleep, sorting out his emotions and adjusting his mentality to calm and peaceful.

In fact, he had a strong psychological endurance. He dared to imagine the female alchemist with two lines of blood on her face as a fairy in heaven, singing and dancing in his dream. Naturally, he could deal with the current problem quickly.

In the evening, Wang Xuan woke up, full of energy and spirit. The previous haze was swept away, and he let go of the matter.

From today on, he will deal with future events with a completely different mentality.

Outside, the sky was filled with red clouds, indicating that tomorrow would be a good day. Wang Xuan's mood gradually improved, and he had dinner with his parents with a good appetite.

In the evening, Wang Xuan watched TV and chatted with his parents. He did not return to his room until after nine o'clock. He tapped the desk lightly with his fingers, thinking carefully about today's experience, which was really dangerous.

The man in black was so strong that his achievements in the field of traditional arts were extraordinary. In the end, Wang Xuan was exhausted and lay on the ground unable to move. He was almost shot to death.

"The inner scene... it came suddenly and went away quickly, and I couldn't take control of it." He sighed. Today, in such a desperate situation, he actually triggered his super sense. This coincidence allowed him to escape.

But there is no way he can rely on this special state. Who can guarantee that he will have the same luck next time?

He had reason to believe that once he had this kind of psychological dependence, he would definitely die next time. If he himself believed that it was possible to trigger super sense at a critical moment, would it still be considered a life-and-death situation? The subconscious mind would definitely think it was not!

If that happens, it will be a dead end, and even if he has nine lives it will not be enough to kill him!

So Wang Xuan sighed. After experiencing this kind of thing, it became increasingly difficult to trigger super senses. The pre-Qin alchemists should have some conventional method.

Unfortunately, all the bamboo slips and ancient sect classics were left with Xinxing, so he had no books to read if he wanted to.

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