Gordon quickly glanced at the silver fox from the corner of his eye, and while thinking about whether there were any flaws in his answer just now, he chewed the barbecue slowly and carefully.
This should be the meat of a ferocious beast. It is strong and chewy, with a strong fragrance. When you eat it, your blood will rise and you will feel warm and comfortable. Fruits are great for nourishing vitality and removing impurities from the body. Even the honey comes from hornet bees.
The brewed honey is not only rich in nutrients, but also has the effect of relieving fatigue.
"Compared to these things, what I used to eat was just shit! I hope everyone won't be starved to death. I mean, it won't be poisonous, right?" Freckles' mouth was stuffed with barbecue, and his hand reached for the fruit hanging at the other end of the table.
basket.
Artai finished chewing the tenth melon as big as a basin, raised his head, and looked at the crocus in confusion: "Why don't you eat it?"
Saffron covered his stomach with a strange look on his face: "I feel a little uncomfortable. Oh my, I'm so hungry!" He stood up and shouted, "Where can I excrete?"
Silver Fox called a member of the Blood Prison Society and took Saffron to the toilet. Soon, Saffron whistled and came back easily. After taking a few bites of the barbecue, he covered his stomach and ran away.
"Keep an eye on him and see what he is up to." Silver Fox told the member of the Blood Prison Society.
Not long after, the crocus came back in a flash, then left in a flash, ran again, and ran again... The silver fox was dazzled by what he saw.
"He just has diarrhea, really, sir." The member of the Blood Prison Society said with certainty.
"Impossible! He must be hiding something, such as spying on the terrain and burying foreign objects... You should check whether he has diarrhea."
"Sir, I've touched those and they are watery. Really, there are just some undigested mushrooms inside."
"Understood, he wants to destroy our lighting system."
"It will take many years to eat it. Sir, maybe he is just greedy and wants to try something new."
"Who would be stupid enough to taste Noctiluca? If he deliberately pretends to be stupid, it will be even more problematic. In short, this kid behaves strangely, and you will be responsible for monitoring him from now on." The silver fox touched his beard and watched the crocus disappear again.
ran by.
Everyone had eaten and drank enough and leaned back in their chairs, feeling sleepy.
"Children, congratulations on your formal allegiance to the Blood Hell Society and becoming a glorious assassin." Silver Fox stood solemnly in front of the dining table, slowly raising his arms, one behind the other, one to the left, and one to the right, making an embracing martial arts gesture.
The posture is as if holding a rotating invisible ball.
Gordon reacted with inspiration and "saw" a shadow of an eyeball emerging from behind the silver fox, spinning like a whirlpool.
This is psychic skill!
Gordon was suddenly startled and on full alert. Psychic skills are the evolution of martial arts. Usually only one of 10,000 martial arts practitioners can evolve psychic skills. Even in an ancient family with strong cards like Cobra, this
The ratio is only reduced by half. Warriors like Silver Fox who master psychic skills are already qualified to apply for the title of honorary noble from the local royal family.
Silver Fox's voice was soft and full of temptation: "From today on, your bodies and souls belong to the Blood Hell Society, and you must devoutly dedicate everything you have. Little assassins, follow me and solemnly swear: the Blood Hell Society is my father,
My mother, the blood and milk on which I live..."
The phantom of the eyeballs rotated faster and faster, exuding the power of bewitching the spirit. The children's eyes gradually became blurred, and they followed the silver fox in chanting one by one.
Gordon bit his tongue urgently, trying his best to stay awake. But his inspiration was obviously stimulated by his eyeballs, and he reacted faster, suddenly shocked. "Boom!" His spiritual world made a strange sound, and something suddenly appeared in his mind.
The fangs, as white as frost and snow, exude an infinitely deep chill.
Gordon's mind suddenly became clear. He kept his expression and recited along with Silver Fox on the surface, but secretly he was amazed.
What is this snow-white fang? What does it have to do with inspiration? Why does it stand out in the mind and resist mental temptation?
Gordon glanced around with the corner of his eye and found that he was not the only one who was awake. Artest was beside him, breathing rapidly, clutching a broken silver spoon tightly, the sharp break digging deeply into the bleeding palm.
.
It must have been painful, but it was worthy of the barbarian boy's amazing will.
Saffron was squatting on his right side, rubbing her belly with a grimace. Freckles was sitting on the left side, with a distorted face, and kept repeating the same word in his mouth. Gordon had been trained in lip reading and could distinguish the meaning of the word.
- "Shit shit shit shit!"
"We control death, we are feared by everyone, and we dominate everything!" Silver Fox turned his arms, and his final closing speech became fanatical and inflammatory, "Tell me, what do you want?"
"Kill people, set fires, and become a diamond-level killer of the Blood Hell Society!"
"I want to kidnap all the rich people in the world!"
"Drive, drive, I will ride the king's daughter like a horse!"
The crowd was like a lunatic awakened from a dream, shouting like crazy.
What surprised Gordon the most was Crocus. The red-haired boy swung his hips and spoke incoherently: "I am electricity, I am light, I am the only myth - kill the Blood Hell Society and liberate all mankind!"
After the oath, Silver Fox took the teenagers to visit most of the sand caves.
These sand caves were once inhabited by monks from the Sand Cave People, and may have stored a large number of classics and treasures, but they were undoubtedly looted by the Blood Prison Society. Now they are divided into dozens of areas and transformed into training bases.
Which caves are fighting grounds, which are training grounds, which are libraries, which sand caves are strictly prohibited... Silver Fox told them clearly one by one.
Finally, they came to the living area and each was assigned a room.
The cave is narrow and small, less than ten square meters. It is simply furnished with a wooden bed, training clothes, several sets of black hooded tights for assassins, boots with soft leather soles and some daily necessities. In the corner
In the niche, there is a small hourglass pillar showing the time.
A different number is engraved on the door of each cave room. Gordon's door is engraved with "13", which is his new name in the Blood Prison Society. From tomorrow onwards, the teenagers must forget their real names in order to
Call each other by number, and those who violate it will be punished.
Everyone's numbers under Gao's registration: Artest is No. 2, Saffron is No. 11, Freckles is No. 12, Tracy is No. 46, and Grid Eagle is No. 1...
After the silver fox left, the tired people went to sleep. Gordon found that the fangs had not disappeared, but had been floating in his mind, emitting a crystal cold light.
Gordon tried to control it, but the fangs were unmoved. He thought for a while and concluded that the fangs came from the mental fragments integrated into the brain. Gordon originally hated the innate solidified mental power, but unexpectedly, things are unpredictable.
, it seems to have transformed into a treasure house, containing fascinating mysteries.
The attack of the Gou Fearing Spirit opened a small hole in this sealed treasure house.
Gordon lay down with his clothes on and looked around to make sure there were no surveillance holes in the cave. His eyes moved to the roof of the room, staring at a cluster of orange light mushrooms above in trance.
It is impossible for spore plants to grow in a completely arid environment. It is also impossible for the monks of the ancient sand cave people to live in a place without a water source. Therefore, there must be an underground river in the sand cave.
Where there is water, there is life, which just explains the source of animal meat and fruits. Only in this way can the Assassin training base be self-sufficient in the Ghost Gobi, without the need for remote supplies to avoid leaking the location of the base.
Gordon was sure that there was a vaster and more mysterious world hidden in the lower level of this sand cave. He thought of the huge bone pillars in the hall, and the bottom might be the real sacred place of worship for the sand cave people. After all, on this level, he still
I have never seen a temple.
However, in the past few years, he did not need to act rashly to spy on intelligence. Survival was his only mission.
Before going to bed, Gordon subconsciously touched his lower back, where there was a piece of dream tapir skin as big as his palm.
The Dream Tapir is a legendary ferocious beast from ancient times. It feeds on dreams and has long been extinct. Its skin has the miraculous effect of changing color and deforming. The piece of Dream Tapir skin on Gordon's lower back seems to be integrated with the surrounding skin, making it invisible.
Not the slightest difference.
This is one of the three handed down secret treasures of the Cobra family, and its value is enough to buy an ordinary small country. If Gordon had not been in a special position and the mission was dangerous, he would not have been able to obtain it.
Hidden in the dream tapir skin is an extremely sharp needle as thin as a hair.
That was Gordon's final trump card.
Ten o'clock in the evening.
"Sir Silver Fox, No. 11 is eating light fungi again!"
"Understood, the courage of this miscellaneous fish is stronger than imagined!"
Eleven o'clock at night.
"Sir Silver Fox, No. 11 is eating light fungus again!"
"I understand, the perseverance of this miscellaneous fish is more terrifying than imagined!"
Twelve o'clock in the evening.
"Sir Silver Fox, No. 11 is eating light fungus again!"
"I understand, the intestines of this trash fish are healthier than imagined!"
One o'clock.
"Sir Silver Fox, please wake up, No. 11 is still here..."