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Nine hundred and forty first chapter thousand-faced Langjun

 "Be careful!"

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Zhang Xiaozu stepped forward and caught the little boy who had fallen away. At the same time, he exerted a burst of energy and put it under Old Man Song to cushion him, reducing the momentum of his fall and causing him to fall gently on the ground.

On the ground.

"Grandpa, you didn't fall, did you?" The little boy looked at Old Man Song who was lying on the ground and asked with concern.

Old Man Song stood up with a puzzled look on his face, glanced at both sides, and muttered: "It's strange, it feels like someone helped me just now."

Then he looked startled, and quickly bowed to the surrounding graves, thanking you repeatedly: "Thank you all for your protection! Thank you! Thank you so much!"

Zhang Xiaozu almost couldn't hold back his laughter when he saw Old Man Song's lifelike performance.

"Thank you, Master, for saving me. Otherwise, this kid would have suffered a severe fall." Old Man Song walked up to Zhang Xiaozu and thanked him.

After saying that, he stretched out his hands to Zhang Xiaozu to take the little boy from Zhang Xiaozu's arms.

"It's a little effort!" Zhang Xiaozu moved the little boy forward and handed it to Old Man Song.

"Grandpa—" the little boy called him Grandpa and threw himself into Old Man Song's arms.

Just when Old Man Song pinched the little boy's armpits with both hands, and Zhang Xiaozu was about to let go, but before he completely let go, a thin needle suddenly shot out of the little boy's back, and then silently shot into Zhang Xiaozu's chest.

The next moment, Old Man Song took the little boy from Zhang Xiaozu's hand, with a sinister and proud smile on his lips that was completely inconsistent with his identity as an old farmer.

"You..." Zhang Xiaozu covered his chest and took a few steps back. The color gradually drained from his face. He stared at Old Man Song and asked, "Who are you? Why do you do this?"

"Pawn——"

"Brother——"

Qi Yoyo and Zhang Xiaobing realized something was wrong and immediately ran over from a short distance away.

"Xiaozu, what's wrong with you?!" Qi Yoyo noticed that Zhang Xiaozu's face quickly turned pale and his lips began to turn blue and purple, and he suddenly became anxious and nervous.

"What did you do to my elder brother?!" Zhang Xiaobing glared at Old Man Song and shouted.

Although she didn't know what happened, she knew without asking that it must be Old Man Song's fault.

Qi Yoyo also didn't know what happened.

Because Old Man Song's sneak attack on Zhang Xiaopou was too sudden and subtle, not to mention them, even Zhang Xiaopou himself almost didn't react.

The thin needle shot out of Old Man Song's cuff, penetrated the little boy's chest, shot out of the little boy's back, and then shot towards Zhang Xiaozu.

The little boy became the perfect cover for Old Man Song's sneak attack.

Unless Zhang Xiaozu had the ability to foresee the unknown, how could he have been on guard against such a perfect sneak attack?

Fortunately, he had always turned on the subtle state of mind, and under the shroud of the subtle state of mind, there was no blind spot.

"Grandpa, my chest hurts."

The needle was very thin, and the little boy felt the needle-like pain, with a look of pain on his face.

"It's okay. Grandpa avoided your vitals. The pain will be gone after a while, but he won't die." Old Man Song comforted the little boy by stroking his head.

"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?" Zhang Xiaozhu stared at Old Man Song and asked again.

The color had completely gone from his face.

"I am Mr. Yinye, the man with a thousand faces. If someone offers you money to buy your life, I am here." Old Man Song replied.

"Ah!" Zhang Xiaobing was so frightened that he screamed when he heard the words "Mr. Silver Leaf".

Zhang Xiaozu and Qi Yoyo cast questioning glances at her.

"Mr. Silver Leaf is a killer organization in the Legend of the World. It is very scary and makes people in the Legend of the World change their minds after hearing about it." Zhang Xiaobing said.

Hearing the words "Killer Organization", Zhang Xiaozhu already understood something in his heart, so he stopped pretending, took away his right hand that was covering his chest, and shook it towards Old Man Song.

It turned out that the thin needle did not penetrate his heart, but was caught between his index and middle fingers.

There was a faint black light on the thin needle, and one could tell that it was poisoned, so Zhang Xiaozu just pretended to be poisoned.

Qi Yoyo and Zhang Xiaobing breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Zhang Xiaobing was pretending to be injured.

"You..." The proud smile on Old Man Song's face suddenly froze, his eyes trembled, and he asked in disbelief: "You were on guard?!"

Zhang Xiaozhu nodded and shook his head and said: "I only know that you hide your secrets and are not an ordinary old farmer in the mountains, so I can't help but wonder why you took your family and secluded here, and whether you have offended any enemies, but I never thought of it.

You are actually a killer waiting for me to come to your door."

"How do you know I have cultivation? I think I can hide it very well." Old Man Song asked in confusion.

"I happened to see you feeding your grandchild with elixirs as jelly beans at the door."

"That's it." Old Man Song shook his head and smiled, raised his hand and tapped the little boy's forehead, and said angrily: "Little brat, it's all your fault for being greedy, which exposed my flaw."

"Grandpa, why can't I understand what you are talking about?" the little boy asked in confusion.

"I see." Zhang Xiaozu looked at Old Man Song and suddenly understood why he suddenly didn't like smoking pipes.

"Why is that so?" Old Man Song asked.

"A person who often smokes pipes suddenly doesn't like smoking. I thought something happened to you and you gave up smoking.

Now it seems that it’s not that you quit smoking, but that you don’t like smoking pipes in the first place.

I’m afraid the old man who really likes smoking pipes has been killed by you, right?"

"My observation is subtle and my mind is quick. It's very good. However, if this kid hadn't asked me to smoke the pipe, I wouldn't have exposed these flaws, and you wouldn't have noticed anything unusual."

"That's right, your performance is indeed very good. No one can see the flaws. You are worthy of the title of The Man with a Thousand Faces." Zhang Xiaozhu nodded in affirmation and praised, and then asked in confusion: "You have been ambushing here a long time ago, is it?"

How did you know I would come?"

"It's really not easy to find you. I first went to Dasu Imperial Capital and waited for you at the entrance of Guowei Mansion for nearly a month. Finally, I overheard that you had gone to the south, so I ran to Liujia Village, knowing that you were coming to the south.

I will definitely come here to take a look." Thousand-faced Man complained.

"It seems that you have a very detailed understanding of my situation."

"Hey, God is not as good as man. Who knows if you will come sooner or later, but you will come just when I show some flaws. The smell of tobacco oil in the cigarette bag is something I can never accept in my life.

Method."

"Grandpa, what are you talking about? I...I'm scared, I want to go home." The little boy understood some of the words and struggled to get off the arms of the Thousand-faced Man.

"Don't hurt the child, he is innocent." Zhang Xiaozhu said hurriedly, fearing that the Thousand-Faced Man would hurt the little boy.

"Don't worry, I, the Thousand-Faced Man, will never kill anyone who is not the target of the mission unless necessary," said the Thousand-Faced Man.

Then he leaned over and put the little boy on the ground and told him to go home quickly.

The little boy was so frightened that he ran home crying.

From the conversation between Zhang Xiaozu and Qianmianlangjun, he already knew that his grandfather had been killed by the person pretending to be his grandfather.

He was very scared and very sad.

"Is it someone from the Shen family who paid you to kill me?" Zhang Xiaozu asked.

"I have professional ethics and will not betray my employer's identity."

"How much?"

"One force of nature, two Holy Silk Pills."

"It turns out that my head is already so valuable, I'm even tempted by it."

"That's easy, you come with me to Shen's house, and after I get the reward, I'll share half of it with you."

"Haha, that's a good idea."


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