Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Meng Zhao was also shocked, thinking that an accomplice of the female killer had sneaked in.

The truth is that when I met Night Owl in the past, he was still a humanoid creature. At most, he was dressed in black and wore a mask. Only his eyes could be seen clearly, but his full face could not be seen.

This time it was different. The person had directly become an illusory shadow, as if he had no entity, and it was absolutely different from the Qi Jin transformation like Meng Zhao.

What a weird martial art. He was worthy of being a top killer trained by Meteor. Yang Jiu was full of praise.

In fact, Night Owl is indeed a rare talent. If he doesn't become a killer and can be a normal martial artist, his achievements will still not be that low.

His Upright Shadowless Jueshen Technique is an incomplete magical skill collected by the Meng family. It is so difficult that even Yang Jiu cannot practice it, but he can learn it in one go and become perfect in a while, which is enough to explain many problems.

The night owl has been infinitely close to the female killer. The transformed black shadow gradually twists, expands and contracts, spits out a black line, climbs onto the shadow of the female killer, and then turns into a nail, hitting the shadow of the female killer fiercely. One poke.

The moment the two came into contact, Meng Zhao watched helplessly as the female killer's body moved. The original bright and terrifying aura disappeared, the dharma behind her also collapsed, and her whole body was unable to move.

After a few um um uh uh uh uh uh sounds, he fell to the ground with a pop, and the sword energy from Bai Shicheng's hand also stopped abruptly.

He was almost able to kill the defenseless female killer.

Meng Zhao was full of doubts, even with a little scrutiny and fear, and looked at the dark shadow. It expanded suddenly, and in a few breaths, it changed from a flat cardboard shadow to a living person.

It is really difficult to describe martial arts. Is sleight of hand or magic more suitable? Or, further, supernatural powers?

Soon, Meng Zhao restrained his views and emotions and returned to a calm expression.

As a qualified superior, he would never unwisely express his distrust and fear of his subordinates on his face. He could easily be disgusted by others, leading to friction and conflicts.

You no longer trust people, how can you still expect them to be consistent with you? What about dreaming?

While calming down his expression, Meng Zhao coughed lightly and spat out a mouthful of slightly burnt blood, which fell to the ground with a rustling sound. The hard floor was also burnt black by the blood.

This was a mouthful of bruised blood, because it was counterattacked by the scorching heat and powerful power of the Red Dragon Jin, and the blood carried the power as hot as magma.

When Bai Shicheng and Night Owl, who was dressed in black and wearing a mask, saw this scene, they stepped forward at the same time and looked at Meng Zhao with concern. If there was something wrong with the young master, the two of them would not even think about it.

Someone conspired to poison Meng Zhao, but they couldn't harm Meng Zhao. As a result, the base camp was empty and others took advantage of it. Doesn't it just show the incompetence of the two of them?

Everyone else had gone out, and they were the only two at home. Naturally, Meng Zhao's safety fell on them. Any mishap would be their fault, and there was no possibility of evasion.

"Sir, are you okay?"

Night Owl is not good at words and won't reveal himself, so Bai Shicheng asked first, very worried.

Meng Zhao raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth, breathed in and out a few times, and a few wisps of cool air traveled along the hot parts of his body, like rain falling from the sky, soothing the injury, and said with a smile,

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury. You can recover as before after some exercise."

Thanks to you two for coming quickly, otherwise I might have been killed by this person today! "

Bai Shicheng looked terrified, and Night Owl also had a headache. He didn't dare to look at Meng Zhao, obviously feeling guilty.

"Young Master, please don't say that. It was both of us who came too late. Otherwise, how could the Young Master be in such danger?"

Bai Shicheng could even imagine that when the Seven Monsters of Minshan, Cang Shuyun, Han Pu and others returned and found out that Meng Zhao had been assassinated at home and almost succeeded, he and Ye Mao'er would definitely be sprayed with insults.

Oh, we are fighting life and death outside, expanding our territory, and leaving you two at home, just looking after the house?

There is no reason to explain. After all, Meng Zhao is not carrying the hopes of one or two people.

The best way to deal with it is to admit your mistakes honestly and try not to make them again.

In fact, speaking of it, Bai Shicheng and Ye Maoer were really aggrieved.

They wanted to be with Meng Zhao all the time to protect him, and they wished they wouldn't even leave when they went to the latrine.

If this were the case, it was absolutely guaranteed that Meng Zhao would not make any mistakes. It would be difficult to vomit even stomach acid, let alone vomiting blood.

However, Meng Zhao obviously had a deep sense of confidentiality, so he just paid it back. He really didn't play with women, and the thought of outsiders being present during intimacy gave others a chance.

However, in this world, one cannot only look at right and wrong. Due to the difference in status, those who are destined to pay for it will only be the hard-working subordinates. To be more precise, it is Bai Shicheng, the night owl.

At this time, the two girls Han Lu and Zhu Er, who were running all the way, came to Meng Zhao one after another. They were so anxious that they almost cried. They moved their hands and feet when they came up and kept talking.

"Sir, how are you? Are there any injuries? You are vomiting blood. Do you want Dr. Yang to come and take a look?"

Pearl also kept chattering and asking questions, and her concern was beyond words.

People say that a woman is equal to five hundred ducks, but now Meng Zhao felt as if a thousand ducks were quacking in her ears.

However, he can't get angry yet. Who can make people care about him with good intentions?

"Okay, you two, relax, there's nothing wrong with me. Shicheng and Night Owl came in time. Thanks to you two for delivering the letter quickly. I want to thank you so much this time!"

Meng Zhao held a woman's hand and expressed his gratitude to the two of them with emotion.

When it comes to a critical moment, you still have to look after your own family.

If it were someone else, such as a maid, she wouldn't take the risk and rush back to this dangerous place.

The three of them felt bored for a while, and saw Bai Shicheng and Ye Mao'er picking their feet in embarrassment, their eyes wandering, looking left and right, and they didn't know where to put their hands.

Fortunately, Meng Zhao still knew the importance. After comforting the two girls, he asked Night Owl,

"Night Owl, you are from a killer organization. Are you aware of this woman's methods? Can you tell her origins?"

Meng Zhao didn't have much contact with killers, but Night Owl was an expert and might have some ideas.

Night Owl nodded, with a low and hoarse voice, a bit like someone was tearing the brocade silk from both sides.

"I have some understanding that her martial arts is Zangyuan Jin, her body is like an abyss, and she hides the sea of ​​Qi. It is a first-class assassination secret technique, and it is also a forbidden method of the Dark Sun Organization.

As for her fingering technique, it is the breaking point finger. There are quite a few people who are proficient in this martial art.

However, with Zangyuan Jin and the Breaking Finger, only the ace killer in the dark sun, Ringtail Snake, can be remembered. "

Several people present were startled, Dark Sun's ace killer?