Mortal Immortal Gourd

Er Gouzi has been changing different identities, guarding and wandering outside the black-clad assassin's lair.

He is a person who loves to learn. He has dealt with the black-clad assassin for so many years, and he has learned a lot from the assassin.

He imitates the assassin's style of doing things, and only strikes when he gets the chance, and kills with one blow. If there is no chance, he will lurk and not move rashly.

Last time, he pretended to be an old man selling vegetables, and randomly poisoned the vegetables, and poured a little water from the gourd, making the vegetables look particularly fresh and tempting.

Originally, he was just trying to get the best out of it, but he didn't expect to really poison more than a dozen people.

In the past, the assassins were in the territory of Sanyang County. He was in the open and the enemy was in the dark, so he could only be on guard everywhere, and he would be attacked if he was not careful.

Now the situation between the enemy and us is completely reversed.

Er Gouzi hides in the dark, and the assassins in the entire black-clad lair are all his prey.

Killing one when he gets the chance is to make the black-clad assassins remember that Sanyang County is not so easy to mess with.

On this day, Er Gouzi transformed himself into a middle-aged farmer, sitting in the corner selling straw sandals.

He had some straw piled in front of him, and he sat on the ground making straw sandals.

He had mastered making straw sandals since he was a child, and he was very skilled, so he didn't have to worry about being discovered.

He twisted the straw rope skillfully, but his consciousness was quietly looking around.

Although the enemy was in the light and he was in the dark, this was the killer's lair, so he couldn't be careless at all.

At this moment, a straw leaf that he had casually dropped on the street moved without wind.

There was someone!

He didn't stop twisting the rope, but his consciousness had spread out, paying close attention to everything around him.

The straw leaf just moved slightly, and then there was no movement.

Er Gouzi's consciousness carefully searched every inch of the area with the straw as the center.

But after the straw leaf moved just now, no trace was found within a range of ten feet around.

Is it an illusion?

There should be no illusions when observing with spiritual sense.

Maybe the other party has gone far away at this moment, or he has met a very powerful master.

Er Gouzi did not relax, but became more vigilant, and his spiritual sense was always paying attention to the surroundings.

At the same time, he could not make any mistakes in weaving and selling straw sandals.

"Selling~ straw~ sandals~..."

"Don't miss them if you pass by. Wearing my straw sandals will not make your feet tired, and wearing my straw sandals will make you travel thousands of miles..."

Er Gouzi sat in the corner and shouted loudly, constantly soliciting business.

But there were not many pedestrians on this street, and the occasional passers-by were all wearing silk and satin and white-soled boots.

A noble man of this status would lose his status if he looked at his straw sandals.

At the same time, diagonally opposite Er Gouzi, under the eaves more than ten feet away, there was also a person standing.

But this person hid his figure, and the pedestrians on the street passed by him, but no one found his trace.

Just now, he touched the straw leaf.

This person is No. 2 in black, who has been observing this place for most of the day.

He believes that Er Gouzi must be watching nearby, but he is not able to find him.

No. 2 observed for a long time and felt that the vendors on the opposite side were a little suspicious.

So he deliberately touched the straw leaf to test the water.

Ordinary people would naturally not notice that a straw on the ground moved for no reason.

But in the eyes of these assassins, it was a very obvious trace.

So after touching the straw, he carefully observed the reactions of the vendors on the opposite side.

After watching for a long time, these vendors seemed to have no idea as before.

It seems that they are just ordinary people.

He can only continue to observe and search...

Er Gouzi looked around but could not find No. 2 hiding on the opposite side. He was still weaving straw sandals and soliciting business as usual.

The two people secretly used their spiritual sense to observe and search for each other's existence, and they were deadlocked for a whole day until dark.

Er Gouzi finished his work, put away his straw sandals, and picked up the scattered straws on the ground like treasures, tied them up, and carried them on his back.

He didn't know that it was precisely because of this small detail of carefully picking up straws that further dispelled No. 2's suspicion of his identity.

No. 2 saw Er Gouzi carefully picking up each straw, as if it was some great treasure.

He was stunned at first, what was there to pick up these straws, and it took a while for him to react.

This is a real old farmer, and immortal cultivators have long disdained straw.

The stingy spirit of the straw sandal seller opposite, who was reluctant to give up even a straw, and that kind of poor appearance, is difficult to fake.

With his many years of experience, this person should be really that stingy.

This person is probably not a killer in disguise.

He relaxed his vigilance against this person and turned his attention to other places.

There are too many ways for killers to hide, such as invisible like him, and some disguised as wood or stone, or disguised as cats and dogs.

After Er Gouzi packed up his stall, he held his straw and straw sandals and staggered back to the city wall, where he found a random place to sleep for the night.

He didn't know if the master had come to track him down, but he didn't dare to sleep at night.

As for assassination, he couldn't do it until he figured out who was hiding in front of him.

The next day, he continued to set up a stall to sell straw sandals, and he sold them all day.

No. 2 stood under the eaves and watched for a whole day.

Two hearts full of expectation, close at hand, were ultimately destined to be apart, and could only pass each other by again and again.

On the third and fourth days, Er Gouzi did not go, because he had not sold a pair of straw sandals in the previous few days. If he went to the same place to set up a stall to sell straw sandals, it would easily arouse suspicion.

He moved to a busy city and set up a stall for two days. Business was good. He did sell dozens of pairs of straw sandals and earned more than a hundred copper coins.

He believed that after two days of tossing like this, even if the hidden assassin suspected him, he should give up.

Then he found a new place, hid his figure, and quietly turned back to the door of the black-clad assassin.

He restrained his whole body breath, carefully, and did not even move the dust in the air, and slowly walked under an eaves.

Three feet away from Er Gouzi, No. 2 also stood under the eaves, carefully looking for Er Gouzi's traces.

The two stood three feet apart for most of the day, both cautious, but no one found each other.

In the afternoon, No. 2 saw several vendors on the opposite side and felt a little suspicious.

But it was not convenient for him to take action, so he could go back temporarily and let other assassins take action to kill all the vendors on the opposite side with one knife.

If the assassin was hiding among the vendors, he would be exposed.

If not, it would not be a big deal to kill a few vendors by mistake.

He could not send a message now, so he could only move back home slowly to find someone.

Just as he passed by Er Gouzi carefully, he took a step and tripped Er Gouzi's foot.

"Ah!"

"Assassin!"

The two men jumped up almost at the same time, and Er Gouzi slashed at the opposite side with a sword.

No. 2's black knife also slashed at Er Gouzi.

"Bang!"

With one blow, the two men showed up at the same time. The opponent they had been looking for for several days was actually within reach.