The world is covered in silver, and the wind and snow are still howling.
Xiao Wujie stood tall, the light in his eyes fading.
Several men in black lay on the ground, their eyes closed and their faces peaceful.
Some even had smiles on their lips, as if they had fallen asleep, lost in a dream, their bodies stretched out and their state relaxed.
The bodyguards behind him were sweating profusely and terrified.
They had all witnessed the bizarre scene: their boss simply stood before the assassins, making no move. Yet the assassins seemed to be intoxicated, their eyes vacant and their faces blank.
Normally, even severe torture wouldn't pry a word out of him, but now he spilled everything like beans, revealing every detail.
The way she looked at me made me want to confess everything, even the few tomatoes and cucumbers I stole from other people's vegetable gardens when I was a child.
Then it fell into this strange state of sleep.
The assassin agent, who usually keeps his right arm still and is always on guard while walking, is now like someone under the influence of opium, completely unprepared and at the mercy of others.
Besides, this isn't your average assassin.
(It's from Wang Wei's poem...)
These are A and B-level assassins in SL, who are absolutely top-tier or even elite combatants even in the mysterious and terrifying world of SL.
Normally, they are top-tier assassins and special agents who are extremely rare and expensive, and even money can't always buy them.
If it were Lu Zhufeng who defeated them with his superior strength, that would be one thing, but the methods used to put these assassins in this bizarre state where they didn't even know how they died were even more chilling.
Lu Zhufeng wasn't that surprised. After all, as one of Xiao Wujie's most trusted confidants, he knew more of Xiao Wujie's secrets than others.
At this moment, he frowned slightly and looked at Xiao Wujie with a hint of worry.
Xiao Wujie had no martial arts skills due to his physical condition, but his unpredictable abilities could kill people invisibly, making them impossible to guard against. He had witnessed this many times.
The illusion technique used this time can cause people to lose their minds, fall into an illusion, and even control their spirit to extract information.
However, the casting of this illusion technique seems to take a toll on the caster's mind. Every time Xiao Wujie casts the spell, the caster feels mentally exhausted.
Xiao Wujie is currently recovering from a serious illness and is not in good condition. He also stayed up all night, so this surgery will inevitably put a strain on his body.
Are you alright?
He immediately asked with some concern.
Xiao Wujie gave a barely perceptible hum, and upon closer inspection, his face appeared even paler, with an undeniable weariness showing between his brows.
As expected, given his current physical condition, it was quite difficult for him to cast illusions on such a large scale against these experts.
However, he managed to extract all the crucial information, and he had already made up his mind about who was behind it all.
He has almost completely swept through Bingcheng. Once the net is completely closed, some people will find it difficult to get even a little bit of it.
Although Harbin is not comparable to the capital, it is a well-known metropolis in China and holds an important position. Any force seeking development will find it an indispensable and auspicious place.
Furthermore, Chu Liyue's actions this time were particularly ruthless; this two-pronged approach was enough to cause them considerable trouble.
Thinking of Chu Liyue, and gazing at the snowflakes dancing in the sky, his thoughts drifted for a moment.
It's snowing again.
The day she found him was also a snowy day.
In a daze, a beautiful face seemed to appear in the swirling snowflakes.
Whenever I think of that beautiful woman, and only when I think of her, ripples uncontrollably stir deep within the soul of this body.
Upon closer examination, it seems to be a kind of longing and obsession that is almost consuming one's bones.
For the original Xiao Wujie, this person was truly etched into the deepest part of "his" soul.
Even if everything turns to ashes, the love will not cease with the wind!
And what about him?
who is he?
He is the creator of this world and of everyone here.
He has a unique affection for this world and for the male and female protagonists.
The ancients said of poetry: "Poetry is where one's will goes. What is in the heart is the will, and what is spoken is poetry."
It means that the essence of poetry is the externalization of the poet's aspirations and emotions. What is in the heart is aspiration and emotion, and what is expressed in words becomes poetry.
The same applies to poetry and prose.
The text is often written by another author himself.
This can be seen from the fact that he incorporates his real-life experiences into the characters he creates.
In a sense, both the world and "him" are expressions and reflections of his own experiences, thoughts, and feelings.
In this sense, he is "him"!
Therefore, the original owner's original emotions can also be said to be his emotions, and he does not reject them.
But he is not entirely "him"; he is the source and creator, but cannot be completely replicated or replaced.
Ultimately, he is a separate soul, and he needs to handle many things in his own way.
Those around him, seeing him lost in thought, dared not disturb him in the slightest.
This old man may seem frail and sickly, harmless, but his methods are truly terrifying!
If you offend him, you'll probably die without even knowing how you died, just like those assassins lying on the ground!
Big shots always have their own reasons for what they do; all others need to do is watch and listen.
Everyone stood there quietly, and for a moment there was complete silence.
The surrounding cold air made him cough a few times, and an unusual flush appeared on his sickly pale face.
"Master, be careful not to catch a cold!" Lu Zhufeng, who was standing to the side, was so frightened by what he saw that he couldn't help but remind him nervously.
This girl is a delicate and sickly beauty; if she's not careful, she'll catch a cold that's difficult to cure.
Having just recovered from a serious illness, and then having exhausted herself casting illusions, she still dares to stand here in the wind. Doesn't she have any idea what kind of health she has?
What's more, there's an even more dangerous big shot who cherishes him like his own life. On several occasions when he was sick, the big shot discovered him and almost came to chop his dog's head off with a knife.
I just received orders from the boss last night, telling him to keep a close watch on him, or else he'd be held accountable.
At this crucial moment when he was about to set off for the capital, if anything went wrong, he feared he would have to go see his great-grandmother, whom he hadn't seen for many years.
Upon realizing this, Lu Zhufeng couldn't help but rub his hands together, nervously watching Xiao Wujie. He half-raised his arm, wanting to lead him back to the car, but was afraid of disturbing his thoughts.
The man, whose combat prowess was off the charts and who could take down a high-level assassin with a single punch, was momentarily at a loss for what to do.
God knows how hard it was for him!
He can't afford to offend either of those two ancestors!
He's never had a girlfriend yet, and he really wants to live a few more years to enjoy the good life!
Xiao Wujie finally took pity on Lu Zhufeng and gave a soft "hmm," leaving behind the words "deal with these people," before returning to his car under Lu Zhufeng's tense gaze.
With a roar of a car engine, everything fell silent again, as if nothing had happened.
The vast expanse of snow will cover everything that has happened on this land...
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