In less than a minute.
He descended above the small village.
They found their own courtyard and carefully landed.
The blast kicked up a cloud of dust!
The courtyard remains dilapidated, piled high with scrap metal; one might easily mistake it for a garbage dump.
He hurriedly entered the room, sensed that the assassins hadn't arrived yet.
Inside, it was as noisy as ever, just like when I arrived; no one had come in to rummage through the house.
Jiang Cheng returned to his room, pulled back the dirty bedding, covered himself with it, and covered his head, pretending to be fast asleep with even breathing.
The blankets were uneven, one higher than the other.
It really does look like it's sound asleep.
The air was filled with a somewhat pungent, musty smell.
There was also the pungent smell of various medications and volatile metals.
He waited quietly, his heart already filled with anticipation for the battle.
"despair--"
"despair--"
"despair--"
The few footsteps that landed were almost imperceptible, like those of a cat walking at night. Ordinary assassins couldn't hear them at all, and even Ye Luozhi could not hear them.
The assassins from the Sakura Kingdom are definitely quite skilled.
This elite force is on a completely different level from those low-class villagers.
Jiang Cheng could sense that this group of people... was getting closer and closer.
Footsteps slowly approached the doorway.
Someone is peering inside through the window.
The silvery moonlight spilled onto a small patch of ground, obscuring the scene on the bed. To avoid being exposed, not even a shadow was cast on the ground, indicating that this group was quite skilled in assassination training.
Amidst the clutter of objects.
This little bed...
Jiang Cheng felt as if countless venomous snake eyes were fixed on the blanket.
"Sizzle—"
The door was pushed open.
Someone walked in first, staring intently into the room, and gesturing behind them to assess the situation inside.
They appear extremely cautious.
There was no negligence whatsoever.
The man took two steps forward, found no problem, and then a second man walked in.
The third one again...
The fourth one...
The lame man followed at the very back, but his movements were somewhat clumsy as he tried his best to conceal himself.
Everyone stood by the bed, each holding a Japanese steel sword that gleamed coldly.
The middle-aged man at the head of the group gave a wink to the person next to him...
The man nodded slowly.
She stretched out a hand and carefully fiddled with the blanket, trying to confirm whether it was Ming Lingye sleeping there.
But, in the instant he deftly lifted the blanket...
"Clang!!!"
A gleaming ice blade suddenly pierced out from within!
Before the man could react, his throat was pierced through!
The shadow on the wall clearly showed blood spurting out from it!
The warm heat splashed all over the wall!
He couldn't even make a sound; he just stared wide-eyed at the blankets in disbelief.
The surrounding group of assassins hurriedly retreated!
The middle-aged man's hair stood on end! He cried out in alarm, "Back off!!!"
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