Gently lurking to the window, looking at the Xianjian Sect disciples who were still chatting happily inside, Fang Ming secretly said: "Everyone, thank me for allowing you to rest now!"
After saying that, he took out a handful of silver-white things from his arms. The silver-white things were very thin and extremely tiny. In the dark, only a white shadow could be seen, much like a needle.
When he held these silver-white things tightly in his hands and aimed at the three disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect in the monitoring room, it could be clearly seen that what he was holding was indeed a needle. In the dim light, the needle part showed a light blue color.
Color, shining with a strange light.
Fang Ming carefully aimed the drugged needle at the necks of the three people inside. This was his first attempt to attack three people separately. The relationship was so important that he was inevitably a little nervous. He took a deep breath and let his tense body relax a little.
Take action.[
"Shua...shua" the silver needle in his hand turned into three points of white light, and struck at the three people in the monitoring room at high speed.
The three people in the monitoring room were talking and laughing loudly when they suddenly felt like they were bitten by mosquitoes on their necks. They felt numb for a moment. Before they understood what was going on, two of them fell to the ground unconscious.
There is another person who may be physically strong and have practiced kung fu quite deeply, so he did not faint immediately. After seeing his companion pass out, he was shocked and subconsciously pressed the alarm next to him.
Fang Ming also didn't expect that this man could survive under the special effects of the drug. He was shocked when he saw his movements. It was okay to press him down. Without thinking, the remaining silver needles in his hand flew towards
Got that person.
After all, the man was drugged, and his hands and feet were very clumsy. Before he could touch the buttons, he felt a few slight itches on his neck. Then his head became heavier and heavier, his vision went dark, and he could no longer support him. "
He fell to the ground with a bang.
Seeing that the man finally fell down, Fang Ming breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his tense nerves. However, after getting rid of the people in the monitoring room, he did not dare to relax. He knew that someone would come to change the shift soon.
There is not much time left for him. If he cannot find the Wordless Book before they change shifts, there will be no hope tonight.
He quickly rushed out of the monitoring room and headed for the top floor of the library. At this time, he had only one idea in his mind: steal the Wordless Book as soon as possible before others discovered it.
His black figure, as fast as a ghost, flashed past with a "swish...swish", as fast as lightning, and there was no sound.
Soon, Fang Ming stopped while running at high speed because he had reached his destination - the top floor of the library.
He originally thought that it would not be easy to find the Wordless Heavenly Book among thousands of books, but he did not expect that the Immortal Sword Sect did not hide the Wordless Heavenly Book very well at all. Presumably, with the martial arts leader of the Immortal Sword Sect,
Identity, who dares to run wild on its territory, and it has such a strict anti-theft system.
It turned out that after he went up to the top floor of the library, he saw a very old mahogany box with beautiful patterns placed on a simple table.
Judging from the appearance of the box, it has been aged for some time, but this does not detract from its beauty at all, and even adds an antique charm to it.
He didn't need to look at it to know that inside the box must be the Immortal Sword Sect's most powerful treasure - the Wordless Heavenly Book.
The target is right in front of him, but he is not impulsive. The more there seems to be no problem, the more dangerous it is. Be careful, so he is not in a hurry to open the box.