I got a needle, and the pain was not very painful. I just saw that the silver needle was mostly not inserted into the shoulder. It was quite unpleasant, and I also lost some energy and blood.

This silver needle acted as an acupoint reliever, and Feng Yifei immediately found that he could move.

Is it better to remove this needle now or not?

Feng Yifei fell into deep thought.

The old man's hand, as skinny as a branch, stretched out in front of his eyes, holding a black pill that was larger than a glass bead.

"Take this pill and you'll have a chance of survival."

Bezoar detoxification pills? Wow! You can’t see such big pills anymore. Keep up with the times, boss!

Needless to say, this pill must be poison. This is often shown in TV dramas. Generally, evil sects will give poison to their disciples as a constraint.

Although he was vomiting in his heart, Feng Yifei was only happy. For fear that the old man would regret it, he quickly reached out to grab the pill and threw it into his mouth.

Feng Yifei was so decisive that the old man was stunned for a moment.

But sometimes being too decisive is not necessarily a good thing.

A fishy smell rushed straight to his forehead, like swallowing a stinky bug alive, which made Feng Yifei want to vomit. As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt his mouth was pinched, and a force was slapped on his chin, "Gulu "The pill slid down the throat in one click.,

I retched a few times and almost burst into tears before I managed to restrain my discomfort.

"Very good." The old man sneered solemnly, "This medicine is called Changchang Wan. After taking it, you must take the antidote once a month. Otherwise, if the toxicity occurs, your intestines will be pierced and your belly will rot, and you will die miserably. If you are obedient and do your best, , I will give you the antidote every month, but if you don’t obey, you will have no choice but to die.”

"Oh." Feng Yifei nodded obediently, put on a fearful expression, and secretly pulled out the attribute panel to see that he was indeed poisoned. There was a 30-day countdown, and no other harm was seen for the time being.

The pain caused by intestinal puncture is the lowest, and it can probably reach the same level as when you have diarrhea. Allow me to laugh.

"From today on, you are one of our stars, but you must first receive training to become a killer before you can serve the organization."

Starry sky full of stars? This name is quite artistic, it sounds reliable, high-end enough, and doesn't look like an ordinary thing.

Although my ideal is to become a hero, under the roof, I have to bow my head. A man can bend and stretch. Being a killer is also a very novel experience. I have also played Assassin's Creed. I understand! I am also very proficient! Sneak in through the main entrance!

"May I have your name?"

"The wind also flies."

Feng Yifei quickly replied, his heart full of joy. No matter if it was an evil sect or not, it would be great if he had martial arts skills. If he had another chance in the future, he could betray him if his martial arts skills were high.

Ah! That's not called betrayal, it's called a prodigal son turning back!

The old man said nothing, turned his back and walked out.

"follow me."

Seeing the old man turn around, Feng Yifei quickly pulled out the silver needle from his shoulder.

It was just an ordinary silver needle, with no quenching poison, damage of 3-5, and no other attributes. It was not a good thing, but Feng Yifei still put it in the package.

Once it's in my hands, of course it's mine.

Outside the cave is a dark corridor, with bronze candlesticks inlaid on the cave walls every few meters on both sides, and the light is very dim.

After going around a few times, there are many branches. It's like a maze. It's so eerie that if you're not familiar with the way, it's difficult to escape.

Such an environment is really chilling to people's hearts, and it's also a good place to shoot ghost movies.

Feng Yifei only felt uncomfortable in his heart, and the old man walked quietly without speaking.

In an instant, Feng Yifei figured out a way to deal with it.

The game, of course, supports turning on other audio tracks. There are players who like the original sound, but there are also players who like to play with music on, and there are not a few.

No matter how scary the environment is, if you play music with the wrong style, the atmosphere will naturally be destroyed. Just like the barrage protection in a horror movie, it can make the horror movie look like a comedy.

For example, if you look at the Grudge Collector's Edition, it has the most dazzling ethnic style, and Sister Gaoyao can hit it perfectly.

Feng Yifei doesn't like some of today's young talents. Those trainees who have been there for who knows how many years and whose slurred raps are really unpleasant to listen to. It is obvious that the popularity of celebrities has started to decline since the appearance of someone who loves to play basketball.

However, traffic niches still emerge in endlessly, and old songs are more comfortable to listen to.

At that moment, I played a classic old song with a sense of rhythm. Of course, I didn’t play it to the outside world to death, only I could hear it.

"Why is it that your slender waist~~ burns like a chili pepper~~ but is so hot that it makes me feel like I have a fever~~ it sways and drives me~~~ I have a fever with love..."

As soon as the song started to sound, Feng Yifei followed suit and started shaking as he walked.

Jim Carrey’s classic dance moves to have fun tonight, so cool~~

Fear? It doesn’t exist!

The old man turned back sinisterly, "Do you have epilepsy?"

"Ah? No! I'm just a little nervous." Feng Yifei smiled dryly and stopped shaking immediately, "You haven't asked me your senior's name yet?"

"My surname is Wen, you can just call me Mr. Wen."

"I wonder if you, Mr. Wen, are related to the time-honored Wen family?" Feng Yifei asked curiously. Mr. Wen happened to have the same surname. He might be from the Wen family, and the Changchang Pills were probably made by him.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!" Mr. Wen replied coldly.

The tone sounded quite unhappy.

Feng Yifei curled his lips, he really didn't want others to ask, so he just changed his last name.

After turning another corner, he stopped in front of a stone door. Mr. Wen fiddled with one side of the stone door, turned on the mechanism, and slowly moved the heavy stone door away.

Suddenly bright light shines from within.

Feng Yifei took advantage of the situation and looked in. The space inside was quite spacious, much better than the dark corridor in the middle of winter.

Following Mr. Wen inside, he saw a man in black with his back to this side, standing in front of a stone platform, tinkering with something, and another man with a beard and an expressionless horse-faced man was working on a stone platform.

I was meditating on the bed and looked over here.

There are many wooden shelves around the cave, filled with metal instruments with unknown functions.

"This is a newcomer who has just joined the organization. I will leave it to your brothers for training." Mr. Wen said.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wen, leave it to us." The horse-faced man stood up and cupped his hands.

Mr. Wen nodded, turned and left.

The mechanical sound of "zaza" sounded, and the heavy stone door closed again.

"Feng Yifei has met these two seniors." Feng Yifei raised his hands in a fist-cup salute. Next, he wanted to learn from them, so he must be polite.

The horse-faced man looked Feng Yifei up and down, and said coldly, "My name is He Biwen, and I am an assassin of the organization. From today on, you will learn the methods of assassination from me."

The man in black in front of the stone platform turned around and said, "Why bother, I will teach you the art of trapping hidden weapons."
Chapter completed!