The fog had not yet dissipated and it was pitch dark.
Cheng Shi had just taken two steps with the person in his arms when he heard Ah Ming's anxious shout in front of him:
"Sister Fang, Brother Cheng, where are you?"
Cheng Shi pricked up his ears and listened carefully for a while, and found that the noisy voices around him seemed to have disappeared. He looked in the direction where A Ming's voice came from with some surprise, and felt that the little assassin's methods were really neat.
In just a short while, all the people were killed.
Fortunately, these poor ghosts who had never met each other before were not the memory entities.
"Here."
Cheng Shi shouted, then lowered his body and tiptoed away from the spot.
A Ming followed the sound and came over, but saw no one. Alarm bells went off in his heart, and just as he was about to leave, Cheng Shi grabbed his arm.
"Who!? Eh? Brother Cheng?"
"Well, I was afraid that you might be replaced, so I tried it specially. I didn't expect that Comrade Assassin would be so agile."
Ah Ming rubbed his head embarrassedly, looked at the unconscious Fang Shiqing and asked:
"What happened to Sister Fang?"
"It's okay, just a small problem. They're back. Where are they?"
“Maybe in the back. When I woke up, I found a few violent dwarves. Their attacks were fatal. I couldn’t react in time and had no space to retreat. I could only… fight back desperately.
Fortunately, they are not very strong, they just have some [Foul] power in them."
The person died, but the memory did not collapse. The players were lucky that these dwarves were not the original memories.
Cheng Shi looked at A Ming thoughtfully.
"Not hurt?"
"Luckily, no."
"Well, that's good. Let's wait for the fog to clear. The fog of war won't last long."
"Oh, okay, do you need my help?" A Ming stretched out his hand, wanting to help Cheng Shi support Fang Shiqing.
Cheng Shi smiled and rejected him.
The two of them sat in the corner, chatting about random things.
"How many people are there on the other side?"
"Six."
"Six people solved it in such a short time? That's amazing." Cheng Shi did not hesitate to praise A Ming, who was stunned by his praise.
"After all... I am also an assassin, and the foggy environment is to my advantage."
"Well, if you can do it so quickly, why did you come so late when you were going to the second act of the circus?"
Cheng Shi held the unconscious Fang Shiqing in his arms and asked a question seemingly unintentionally.
This question stumped A Ming.
Ah Ming's expression suddenly froze. Before he could speak, Cheng Shi casually added:
"Why hasn't Uncle Huang come yet?"
Ming's face turned even worse. He stammered and replied:
"We don't need him, isn't it good that he didn't come?"
"Are you also afraid that he will cause trouble?"
"Um."
Cheng Shi raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"You also know that he is the Lost Musician? Oh, I see. So you are the executioner."
The undisciplined musician, the singer of chaos.
The Executioner, the Assassin of Order.
[Order] and [Chaos] are mortal enemies with opposing beliefs.
A Ming's movements paused for a moment, his eyes quickly swept across the process, his eyes were sharp and irritable, but it only lasted for a moment before he returned to his awkward and hesitant look, touching his head, not knowing what to say.
The fog was still there, and Cheng Shi could not catch his facial expression, but he already had an idea in his mind.
"That's enough. What's the big deal? An ancient said that religious conflicts are not caused by us, so there is no need to feel too burdened."
Cheng Shi smiled indifferently, and as he spoke, his hand reached out to Fang Shiqing in his arms.
A Ming's perception in the fog was obviously stronger than Cheng Shi's. He clearly saw Cheng Shi's hand reaching out to Fang Shiqing's bulging chest, but he just frowned and said nothing.
Soon, new noises were heard in the fog.
"Sister Fang... Sister Fang?"
"Ah~ Boss, help!"
One voice is trembling, the other is charming.
It sounds like nothing happened.
As soon as the two female voices came over, the awkward atmosphere between Cheng Shi and A Ming was instantly broken. He stood up, patted his butt, and said with a smile:
"Everyone is here, let's get together."
At this moment, the fog slowly dissipated.
A Ming also stood up and looked sideways, only to see that Fang Shiqing in Cheng Shi's arms had opened her eyes at some point.
"Sister Fang, are you okay?"
"......"
Fang Shiqing's eyes flashed with anger, but then she smiled and nodded:
"It's okay, thanks to Cheng Shi for saving me in time."
It was a nice thing to say, but it sounded a bit like gnashing of teeth.
The matter of the Fire Bearer cannot be discussed in front of other people, so even if Fang Shiqing has complaints about Cheng Shi’s method of rejection, she cannot lose her temper at this time.
The fighters crawling in the darkness were extremely cautious, as any unexpected tiny fire could illuminate their tracks and make all their efforts go to waste.
Cheng Shi obviously knew this, so he immediately turned around and said with a smile:
"Do you still owe me a thank you?"
"you......"
Fang Shiqing almost couldn't hold it in. She gritted her teeth, quickly adjusted her facial expression, and then forced an extremely reluctant smile.
"Thank you. I'll remember you."
"It's okay. It's just a piece of cake."
It is indeed a piece of cake, just raise your hand to perform the hand knife.
The fog gradually dissipated, and the two groups of people not far apart immediately spotted each other.
The crowd gathered and walked together, and halfway through, they saw the inhumane massacre scene all around them.
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