The night was dark, and the chirping of insects in the grass was like a nocturne. Shen Lang raised his head and looked at the peaks not far away that looked like a pair of goat's horns.
"What kind of trick did Zhao Dejing get up to? If he left the note to inform me on purpose, why not leave some more accurate clues?" Although there were many questions in his mind, Shen Lang still came to the vicinity of Yangjiao Peak.
The spring water extending down from the peak was making a roaring sound. Under the moonlight, the spring water was glowing with sparkling white light. From time to time, naughty fish would swim against the current, making floats one after another.
Everything was so quiet, so ordinary. The so-called secret in the letter seemed like a shameful joke.
Shen Lang looked at the two mountain peaks in front of him and the slowly flowing spring water. After being silent for a long time, he finally found a relatively secluded place to sit down calmly and chose to wait.
It has always been Shen Lang's habit to take things as they come. He has already arrived, and even if the letter is really a shameful joke, he is still willing to wait a little longer. At worst, he can just pretend that he is idle and bored, and come to Sheephorn Peak to enjoy the rewards.
A night scene.
Time was flowing rapidly in the quiet night. Haishi was coming to an end and midnight was about to come. Suddenly, there was a sound breaking through the sky. Shen Lang, who was hiding in the jungle with his eyes closed to meditate, opened his eyes.
"It's Qi Hao! What is he doing here?" Looking at the direction where Qi Hao finally fell, Shen Lang hesitated for a moment, stood up slowly, gathered his breath, and quietly approached...
That direction is not a mountain peak, but a depression between two connected peaks. It is a lake that has accumulated natural rainwater for countless years...
Shen Lang crouched and hid behind a huge bluestone seven hundred meters away from Qi Hao. At such a long distance, Qi Hao would definitely not be able to detect Shen Lang as long as Shen Lang didn't take the initiative to reveal his presence.
But Shen Lang, whose five senses had been strengthened by the demon bone, could easily see all of Qi Hao's actions, so clearly that he could see the cold sweat on Qi Hao's face due to nervousness, and so clearly that he could hear Qi Hao's heart.
Rapid beating sound.
But why is Qi Hao so nervous?
"Zi Shi! Zi Shi is almost here!" Qi Hao counted the time and kept pacing by the lake. He was wiping cold sweat and looking towards the sky, as if waiting for a certain figure to break through the sky quickly.
Come.
Thump...thump...
Qi Hao's heart beat faster and faster, unbelievably fast, and his breathing was as disordered as that of a mortal! At the same time, he was sweating non-stop, and his clothes were wet in a very short period of time. Gradually,
Even the facial features gradually became distorted.
"It's not nervousness! It's not fear either!" Shen Lang was slightly shocked. He would never believe that a powerful monk at the sixth level of True Spirit, a candidate for a true disciple of Lingyun Sect, would be so miserable just because of the nervousness in his heart.
"Ah!" Very suddenly, Qi Hao began to roar, and the painful look on his face could no longer be concealed, as if there were countless poisonous insects biting his whole body at this moment, causing him to keep grabbing at all parts of his body with his hands, and
He grabbed harder and harder, even using his true energy!
All of a sudden, there was the sound of clothes being torn apart by the true energy, the sound of nails being wrapped with sharp true energy, scratching the skin, forcibly tearing off the tendons, and the sound of Qi Hao's even more painful roar!
"Holy Lady! Holy Lady, show up quickly! I know I was wrong!" Qi Hao kept rolling on the grass in pain.
However, in the cold night sky, no one responded...
"Is this...poisoned by a terrifying poison?" Even with Shen Lang's ruthlessness, he was frightened when he saw Qi Hao in such pain, and he became extremely fearful of the saint in Qi Hao's mouth.
"It seems that he is under the control of the saint. He has to wait here for the saint to come and help him detoxify. And tonight, at midnight, it happens to be the time when the poison takes effect, and it is also the time he and the saint have made an appointment." Shen Lang thought to himself:
"It's really pitiful to have a bright future, but to be controlled by that mysterious and vicious saint."
However, just after he felt a rare sympathy for Qi Hao's experience, what happened in the next moment made him hate Qi Hao to the extreme.
Tear...
Qi Hao, who was almost unconscious, scratched his sleeves, and the black skull totem on his arm was exposed to the white night sky!
Skull totem!
Shen Lang will never forget this totem for the rest of his life! Because it was three masked men with skull totems on their bodies who broke his Dantian and destroyed everything he once owned!
"It's him! It turns out to be him! Everything happened because of him!"
Shen Lang thought very clearly that a person who could be called a saint would naturally not be a simple person. There was no connection between him and the saint, and there was no need for the saint to go to great lengths to deal with a little person like him.
But Qi Hao is different. In Lingyun Sect, Shen Lang is a true disciple candidate, and Qi Hao also has the same identity. The two are competitors.
What's more important is that three years ago, Shen Lang and Qi Hao pursued Xue Linglan together, and Xue Linglan finally chose him instead of Qi Hao. Because of this, Qi Hao has always been implicitly hostile to him.
"No wonder, I thought the last assassination was so sudden. The three mysterious killers seemed to have known that I would appear for a long time, and actually set up an ambush in advance..."
Shen Lang had many doubts figured out after the skull totem appeared on Qi Hao's body.
Qi Hao should have been controlled by the Saint a long time ago and became a member of a mysterious force. After that, Qi Hao borrowed the power of that mysterious force to contact three people who also had skull totems on their bodies, and told the killers that Shen Lang
Where will you pass when performing the mission? This is where the last assassination occurred!
If it hadn't been for that assassination that turned Shen Lang into a waste, I'm afraid everything in the future wouldn't have happened!
"Unexpectedly, all this is thanks to you." At this moment, Shen Lang had the urge to rush out and kill Qi Hao.
But he, who was always calm, did not do so in the end, and did not even dare to make the slightest noise at this time, because he knew very well that the saint might appear at any time. If someone accidentally bumped into the saint, the situation would inevitably
Very dangerous...
Time is flowing slowly like this. For Qi Hao at this moment, every second is as difficult as a year. Gradually, he has no strength to struggle anymore. He lies on the ground and twitches constantly as if he is about to die, but his mouth still remains.
He chanted in a weak voice: "Saint...Saint..."
Suddenly, the world seemed to be suddenly silent for a moment, the starry sky became extremely dim, and the bright moonlight seemed to be blocked by a black cloth, feebly projecting a bit of dim light. A figure wearing a black robe seemed to be crushed.
Overcome the heaven and earth, crush the moonlight and come...
The black robe was a bit wide, covering the figure of the man. Shen Lang boldly looked at the man's face, but he only saw endless and deep black mist...
"Could she be a saint?" Shen Lang was still wondering secretly.
But Qi Hao, who was already dying, suddenly rolled and crawled to the feet of the black-robed woman, as if he had been given blood, kowtowed like crazy and begged for mercy, and kept pleading in his mouth: "Holy girl, have mercy...