Song of Time – Dusk Awakening Verse

On the roof of the old building, the red-eyed teenager Virut wearing a black robe was leaning against the guardrail, quietly looking at the elegant and gorgeous figure on the square stage. The demon bee, wild ghost, and foreman all stood beside him in black, while Saiker leaned against the attic wall behind him uncomfortably, hanging his head and closing his eyes to rest. Not long afterwards, there was a sudden sound of fine footsteps from the side of the stairs, and the snakeskin pretender, also wearing a black cloak, quickly stepped onto the roof and hurled towards the crowd.

"Failed to infiltrate?" Velut asked faintly without looking back when he heard the sound.

"Young Master...The kid at the door doesn't know what he is coming from. He refused to let it. I can't help it." Snakeskin explained grimly, volunteered to take the task and finally got this result, even if he had a thick skin. Can't help being very embarrassed.

"It's okay, Secor has already confirmed..." Velut turned around and glanced at the partner who was wearing a deep dress with his head down, and with a gesture of keeping up, he walked slowly into the small attic where the air leaked from all sides.

Everyone followed him into the house, and saw a huge schematic diagram of the building structure hung on the gray brick wall directly opposite the door, with a portrait on the top of the drawing. The person in the painting has a handsome face and brilliant blonde hair. It is the Asker Lord Saron.

Virut walked to the wall and looked at the portrait slightly in a daze. Salong Asker, this long-established lord is not only a master of healing, but also has many followers who admire him, regardless of his character and experience. I really don't know why the teacher sent out the task of assassinating him, or in the place where the dragon and the tiger are hidden... Thinking of this, the young red pupil frowned slightly at a loss, but he put away his expression in an instant, turned around and stared at the crowd and said in a deep voice, "The target has already arrived... but Ye Chi has been guarding all the way, so he can only wait to the hotel. Follow the plan... Bumblebee, have the ideas been laid out?"

The fascinating woman slowly closed her eyes, and then suddenly opened after a silent wave of magical power. At this time, those eyes turned into dense small squares, and there was still a small light flashing in the grid. She stood silently for a long time, then closed her eyes and withdrew her supernatural power, and when she opened them again, her pupils had returned to their original state.

"It's all ready." The Demon Bee smiled and stretched out her long hair. Her voice was dry and rough, which was inconsistent with her delicate appearance.

Weilu nodded, and he closed his eyes for a moment before he said again: "Time is running out, I will repeat the plan again. The front door is led by the wild ghost team to pretend to attack the warehouse to create chaos, see the red signal light operation. Bring as much wolf smoke powder as possible to contain it. The longer it takes, the better. Don't kill at will so that the other party will not notice...Have you heard? Wild ghost?"

"Haha..." The painted face boy hummed a few times and raised his head. He had a stiff smirk, and there was no wave of waves in his eyes.

Virut gave him a warning sternly, and asked the pretender, "Snake skin, are the guard uniforms ready?"

"Ready, young and old! It's all sent to them."

"The back door depends on your performance, see the blue signal light action. Bring the equipment for assault, if any flaws are exposed, you must control it immediately, absolutely not the slightest mistake! Understand?"

"Don't worry, young and old! There will be no problem, don't worry, don't worry..." Snakeskin patted his chest nervously and straightened the ticket.

Weilu nodded and said to the bald man again: "Foreman, you immediately go to the hidden part of the pipeline to arrange and see the yellow signal light action. After the damage, go to the back door to catch the snakeskin, is it okay?"

"No problem, when did our brother lose his hand?" The black-faced man agreed and replied confidently.

"The specific arrangement is like this. Seeing the white signal, everyone will immediately retreat and no love war! Return to the port stronghold first, wait for the wind to pass, and then leave separately...Is there any problem?"

"Younger... can you give more smoke bombs to defend yourself, if you are pursued, you can delay it for a while..." Snake Skin raised his hand and asked in a slanderous manner.

"... Ask the foreman yourself."

"If there is no problem, go and prepare, and wait for the signal to act at any time." Virut waited for a long time to see no more questions, and ended the meeting hastily.

Several people in charge of the task went downstairs to make their own arrangements. Only the demon bee was leaning against the corner and painting her nails boredly. Verut competed against Saiker, walked out of the room and stood by the guardrail and looked down. go with.

The performances on the square have been replaced with more lively music, and the light monks are busy using stained glass mirrors to create brilliant lights, presenting the entire stage in a colorful manner. Mrs. Lovina also put on a red short skirt with flowers, and accompanied by the graceful young dancers, she looked particularly energetic.

Virut seemed to be watching the stage intently, but he was carefully deducing the action plan in his mind. Suddenly, Saikor's lazy voice with disdain came from him: "If I want to say, Ye Chi is nothing good! Give it a try, maybe it's done! You won't let me go!"

"...I didn't bring the ashes..." Virut gave him a slanted look. "Do you think you can ramp up the capital with these few strokes? Even the teacher is not sure about that person..." he said After a brief pause here, he turned his head silently and fixedly looked into the distance, the towering white holy tower was still clearly visible in the night.

"Hey! This is too unlucky! Even if this young master can't beat him, he will always escape!" Saiker complained angrily with his hands on his hips, but he didn't know that an escape word had weakened him by three points.

"Don't underestimate the enemy..." Velut didn't turn his head, as if unaware of his anger, still staring straight ahead blankly. "Even though the power of shadow is weird, it is not uncontrollable... Forget it, eight years ago..."

"That's my careless young master! Let me meet him again, you see what I do, how to deal with him!" Sai Keer rushed to rob him, and did not want to show his timidity.

Just know that his mouth is hard...Virut sighed secretly and stopped talking, continuing to look at the stage downstairs in a trance.

At this moment, there was a gentle footstep under the stairs on the other side of the roof, and the two immediately flashed back, hiding in the shadow of the attic vigilantly. After a while, the sound of footsteps became louder and louder, and a figure in a gray cloak appeared under the faint moonlight on the rooftop. The man in gray stopped at the top of the stairs and turned his head to the hiding place of the two as if seeing through the darkness.

"I said you two, why do you want to hide in the shadows to entertain guests? Could it be that this is the custom of your southerners?" The visitor asked sarcastically, his voice was very soft, with a kind of feeble feel.

The two slowly walked out and stood in front of him. Virut glanced at the gray-robed man up and down, and replied graciously: "Why is Mr. Gu Rong late in coming? No wonder I paid more attention."

"Hehe...I was confused by that lady's unparalleled singing, I couldn't help but listen to it for a while, and please forgive me." The gray-robed man named Ku Rong let out a sharp dry smile like cutting glass, and he spread his hand. He made a helpless movement, and his hands were as thin as a dead tree.

Although the gray-robed man is full of strangeness, it is not the first time that Virut has met with him. He still asked calmly: "...Your Excellency, I have a few more questions. Your Excellency does not hesitate to answer."

"But it doesn't hurt to ask."

"I tried this spiritual method for the first time, I wonder if there will be sequelae?"

The grey-robed man heard it and smiled lightly and said: "The world thinks that spiritual power is a sorcery, presumably your Excellency will not listen to such rumours, right?" He stepped forward and stood by the guardrail, holding his hand and looking at it. The downstairs continued: "If there are any sequelae... After the first experience, there will indeed be a period of discomfort, and the vision will be slightly reduced. But... that's it, it will be natural in your physical fitness soon. Kang Shi."

"It's okay... but I don't know if this method is stable. Will it stop suddenly?"

"Haha..." Ku Rong laughed and shook his head and replied, "Your Excellency has underestimated the methods of my Secret Order. Once this method is activated, it will not be affected by any divine power unless...hehe..." He turned and took a look. Glancing at the two teenagers, they said in a weird tone, "Relieve yourself."

"That's all right..." Verutt breathed a sigh of relief. He and Saikor silently glanced at each other, and then turned around to see the gray-robed man watching the performance on the Huateng stage again.

"... Your Excellency is here now, I wonder if that Highness still has orders?" Velut asked him softly, but Ku Rong did not answer. He looked downstairs attentively with his dry hands. Behind him, he slowly beat the beat with the misty singing.

Virut waited for a while and saw that he still had no response, so he stopped asking more. He turned sideways and gestured towards Sai Kolby, and the two followed him back to the attic. There was still only Demon Bee in the room, she seemed a little sleepy at this time, and she was curled up against the corner to rest. Velut walked to the wall and continued to look at the huge structural drawing. He pondered for a moment, then took out an ink pen from his pocket and wrote and painted on the drawing to make various marks that others could not understand.

Saikor sat on the small wooden table in the center of the room and watched him draw bored for a long time. He could not help but interrupted: "I said, Virut, do you really want to use that method?"

"...Why, something is coming... scared?" Velut didn't look back, still writing the mark intently.

"How could this young master be scared!" Saiker jumped up suddenly, patted the table in protest, "I am, just a little awkward..."

"What's awkward... I'm afraid I will see your privacy... I've said it's just transmitting consciousness."

"I'm not worried about your physical strength... You just believe that bamboo pole? What if he lied to you?" Sai Keer muttered a few words, full of hostility towards the man in gray robes who hide his head and tail.

"Do you think I haven't investigated... Now, even if there are some minor problems, there is no way to change the plan..." Virut paused when he said, then turned to look at him stupidly, "You think I am For whom is such a great effort? If you can remember this picture, why should I go so far..."

"Hey! What do you mean by this! Isn't it just a picture? This young master has already remembered it!" Saiker jumped to the wall and stared at the picture up and down while talking, turning around and patted his chest confidently. .

"Haha..." Virut sneered, snapped the big picture from side to side, and stared at the idiot, "I ask you, there are several pairs of guards and several pairs of puppets on the first floor. how long?"

"Uh... four, four teams... what time is it, thirty minutes?"

"Hehe...There are a few vacant rooms on the second floor. What route should I take if I want to avoid the guards?"

"Uh……"

"Huh! How many power guards are there on the three-tier rotation? What are their supernatural powers?"

"Uh... there is a short guy, and a muscular man... and... forget..."

"...How many floors are there in the building?"

"Fifth floor! Fifth floor! I know this." Saiker finally found a simple question, and hurriedly answered with a grin, showing his triumphant little tiger teeth.

"Yeah... the pig knows..." Velut sneered in a low voice, turning his head to reopen the picture to mark.

"...Hey! You call me a pig again! Don't go too far!"

"..."

The relaxed atmosphere in this room faintly dilutes the black clouds condensed on the top floor. Looking down from the roof, the ant-like crowd is still boiling. They are ignorant of everything that is about to come, and they are still immersed in the infinitely beautiful world of music, waiting for the end time to come.