The Twelfth Floor is the strongest killer organization in the empire.

Those who can be selected by the Twelve-Layer Tower are all the best among the best, and no one is a loser.

But when the Twelve-Storied Tower is regarded as a hunting target, very few people escape.

The purpose of the Twelve-Storied Tower is to never give up until the goal is achieved.

Even if we reach the ends of the earth, we will continue to hunt him down.

The pavilion master's words, "It will be difficult," are by no means alarmist, but he feels sorry for Qin Mo.

Qin Mo is young, has good cultivation, and uses Taoist elixirs, which shows that he also has a certain background.

If you train them well and given time, you may not be able to become a strong person.

It's a pity that he is now being targeted by the Twelfth Floor Tower and is destined to die.

"I dare to ask, little friend, what are the specific characteristics of the person who is chasing you?"

The pavilion master couldn't help but ask.

"The leader is a sickly man. He looks like a walking corpse, without joy or sorrow, and his body is comparable to that of King Kong."

Qin Mo recalled carefully.

"The sick walking corpse? That should be the killer of the seventh floor among the twelve floors, codenamed 'Death Shi'. He is a living dead, his body is dead but not stiff, and he will be immortal for thousands of years."

The pavilion master immediately confirmed the other party's identity.

The killers in the Twelve-Level Tower are divided into twelve levels.

The first floor is the lowest.

The twelfth floor is for the top killer.

As the assassin of the seventh floor, "Death Shi" is naturally powerful.

"Wait a minute... what did you just say? The leader is a dead official? Could it be that there is more than one person chasing you this time?"

The pavilion master's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Qin Mo like he was looking at a monster.

A dead official is enough to cause a headache.

With Qin Mo's cultivation level in the Dao Palace, it would be difficult to escape from the hands of a dead official.

If the dead official has accomplices, the difficulty will undoubtedly be even greater.

It's unbelievable that Qin Mo was able to escape from the opponent's hands.

"There were three of them this time. No... maybe there was a fourth one, but I didn't run into them."

Qin Mo spoke frankly.

"Four? Four killers?"

The pavilion master's face turned pale and he suddenly took a breath of cold air.

He subconsciously took half a step back, as if the young man in front of him was not a human being, but an ancient evil god, an evil spirit from hell, or something like that.

Qin Mo didn't care what the other party's reaction was, and said to himself: "The second person is a guy who looks like a black panther, with a strong body, a sword on his back, and two daggers tied to his legs."

"Ghost Leopard! You can't be wrong! The sword behind him is called the 'Soul-Chasing Giant Blade', and it has killed countless creatures."

The pavilion master's eyes fluctuated repeatedly.

He raised his eyes to look at Qin Mo again and said incredulously: "Ghost Leopard is also the killer of the Seventh Floor Tower. How can you escape from his soul-hunting giant blade?"

"Soul-chasing giant blade? Haha, I'm afraid I can't chase the soul anymore."

Qin Mo shook his head and sneered.

"What's the meaning?"

The master of the pavilion was startled.

"That soul-chasing giant blade has been cut off by me, and that guy is already dead."

Qin Mo answered frankly.

This matter will be exposed sooner or later.

With Tsutenkaku's information network, we can quickly find out the truth.

Therefore, Qin Mo had no need to hide anything.

His candid disclosure also shows his confidence and improves his value in the mind of the cabinet master.

Only in this way, the Pavilion Master might sincerely help him.

"What did you say? Ghost Leopard was killed by you?"

The pavilion master was stunned, almost to the point of being speechless.

How could the Seventh Floor Tower Killer, who had killed at least four times, be killed by a Dao Palace Realm?

It's not that the Pavilion Master doesn't believe Qin Mo, but that this is ridiculous in itself.

"My little friend, I don't like other people making jokes like this."

The pavilion master's face became a little gloomy.

"Am I kidding? You soon realized that with your Tongtenkaku method, requesting a certificate is not a piece of cake?"

Qin Mo shrugged.

Hearing this, the Pavilion Master fell silent again.

"The third person is an ugly man with slender limbs who knows how to escape from the ground."

Qin Mo continued to preach.

"The Gate Turtle! He's also the Seventh Floor Killer!"

The pavilion master's eyelids twitched twice, but his mood had calmed down a lot.

He seems a little numb now.

A young man in the Taoist palace attracted death officials, ghost leopards, gate turtles, and the killers of the three seventh-story buildings to surround him. This is not normal in itself.

What is even more shocking is that the encirclement and suppression of the three killers actually failed, and moreover, one life was involved.

Who can believe this?

But as Qin Mo said, with Tongtian Pavilion's methods, the matter can be found out and the truth can be confirmed very quickly.

Anyone with any intelligence would not dare to lie in front of the Pavilion Master.

"May I ask, little friend, what is your background?"

The pavilion master looked at Qin Mo solemnly.

"Is this important?"

Qin Mo asked back.

"Very important."

The master's answer was straightforward.

Because this determines how he views Qin Mo's value, and he has to make a judgment on whether it is necessary to help Qin Mo.

"Fulong Sect's true disciple, Qin Mo!"

Qin Mo spoke calmly.

"Are you Qin Mo?"

The pavilion master's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes suddenly became bright.

"What? Tongtian Pavilion's informants have penetrated into Fulong Sect?"

Qin Mo was even more surprised than the other party.

"That's not the case, it's just my little friend's information. Tongtenkaku is currently collecting it."

The Pavilion Master groaned.

“Someone bought my information?”

Qin Mo changed color slightly.

The Pavilion Master hesitated for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "How about we make another deal?"

"What deal?"

Qin Mo didn't know why.

"I can tell you who wants to buy your information, and I can also tell you how to escape from the pursuit of the Twelfth Floor.

As for the conditions, you must join Tongtenkaku and investigate intelligence for us."

The master of the pavilion spoke frankly.

"Are you asking me to sell myself?"

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.

"No, no... you misunderstood. I only need information about the Twelfth Floor. If you help me find this information, I can exit Tongten Pavilion at any time.

Of course, if you think Tongtenkaku is quite good, you can also put your name in it and get a position or something.

You know, the senior officials of Tongten Pavilion have the authority to access information at any time."

The pavilion master explained slowly.

"So that means your transaction is a one-time thing?"

Qin Mo suddenly felt a little moved.

"That's understandable."

The Pavilion Master nodded.

For a one-time mission, you can also get a high-level position at Tongtenkaku, with the authority to access information at any time. This deal looks like a good deal!

But this kind of seemingly advantageous transaction often hides considerable risks.

The Twelfth Floor is not only the number one killer organization in the empire, but also one of the most mysterious organizations.

Even with the means of Tongten Pavilion, it is impossible to truly understand the Twelve-Storied Tower.

It is naturally not easy for Qin Mo to complete this task.

"I'm willing to try."

However, he did not hesitate for too long and quickly agreed.
Chapter completed!