"Hey, you're still not leaving?" Lu Ping looked at Morin, feeling a little helpless.
When they were eating in the canteen, this fellow was at the side.
When they were leaving after eating, this fellow followed beside them.
Now that Lu Ping was preparing to return to his cabin, this fellow still refused to leave and looked as if he wanted to follow in. Finally, he was blocked by Lu Ping outside the door.
"Tell me!" Morin said.
"There's nothing to say," Lu Ping said.
Morin chatted with Lu Ping and Su Tang from time to time. Suddenly, he threw out a total of four questions.
"How are you so powerful?"
"What realm are you in?"
"Where did you learn it?"
"Do you have some special bloodline?"
Four questions, not a single word was answered, but Morin was not discouraged. Even Su Tang had left first, but he still followed. Then, the fifth question finally came.
"That night, did you think I was someone?" Morin asked. He carefully thought about the fight with Lu Ping that night. Lu Ping, who was trapped in the quicksand, had a conversation with him. It seemed like a test, and from his words, Lu Ping had grasped some kind of information, so he did not continue to pester him and left calmly. He was so generous that it made people's hair stand on end, letting Morin, who was really trying to kill him.
The hidden information in that conversation was obviously extremely important. It could even be said that Morin had saved his life because of that.
But this question, he still did not get an answer.
"I can't be bothered with you," Lu Ping said, already slamming the door, shutting Morin outside.
"Hey, hey!" Morin banged on the door, but Lu Ping turned a deaf ear to the sound behind him and lay straight back on the bed.
"Hey, hey!" The shouts soon came from the window, but the window sill on this side of the flowerbed was very high, and Morin could only see half of his head.
"Where are my bricks from last night?" Morin mumbled. Last night, he had brought two stepping stones with him. Of course, he didn't take them with him when he escaped. But now, he didn't know where they had been packed away. He looked around, but didn't see them.
"Get up, you have so many questions, at least answer one for me!" Morin said from outside the window, but his voice was not loud. He knew the severity of the situation. For a powerful figure like Lu Ping to be regarded as trash in such an unremarkable academy, there had to be a reason for this, and it might even be because of his difficulties. He would not casually reveal the secrets that Lu Ping was hiding. He was an assassin and had the habit of keeping secrets.
"Hey! Hey!" Mo Lin was still shouting, but Lu Ping didn't pay any attention to him. Morin wanted to climb in, but there was no one to help him, and no stepping stones, an assassin couldn't do it!
Morin was anxious, but there was someone not far away who was even more anxious than him.
Siffin, who had come alone to monitor Morin. He didn't dare to get too close, because from the information he got, this Lin Mo not only had the Soul of Pivot at the Sixth Heaven, but also the Soul of Cry at the Third Heaven. His abnormally sharp hearing allowed Xi Fan to stay too close to the front.
But this made him uncomfortable. The Soul of Cry, this was exactly what Siffin lacked. He hadn't even reached the First Heaven, and his hearing was not much better than ordinary people. At this time, Morin seemed to be saying something to Lu Ping, but he couldn't hear a word. Needless to say, he was very anxious.
He could only carefully observe Morin's movements and expressions. The Soul of Rush at the Third Heaven made all the small movements and expressions of Morin seem to be happening under his eyes.
He was very anxious, and his expression was full of curiosity, with a strong sense of expectation …
The vision of the Soul of Rush at the Third Heaven, coupled with the Soul of Essence at the Sixth Heaven, allowed Siffin to clearly and accurately judge Morin's mood from his movements and expressions.
Siffin, who always looked very strict and could fight at any time, didn't think that he was actually a Perceptor who was proficient in the Soul of Essence. The Soul of Essence was the sixth spirit, the most complex of the six spirits, containing a person's thoughts, mentality, emotions, and many other things that couldn't be described in words. Most people who were proficient in the Soul of Essence were meticulous and dexterous people, and the first impression that Siffin gave people would never make people think that.
But the facts spoke louder than words.
Siffin's Soul of Essence was indeed at the Sixth Heaven, and he used the Soul of Essence at the Sixth Heaven and the Soul of Rush at the Third Heaven very well. His use of perception made the Academy very optimistic about him. But it was a pity that Siffin's talent in the Soul of Cry was mediocre, otherwise, with the help of the Soul of Cry, with Siffin's perception, it was very likely that he could complete the connection in the Soul of Essence and practice the "Mind Reading" skill, which was rated at the fifth level, but many people thought that it was a sixth level skill.
What a pity …
The teachers of Star Taker Academy often sighed because of this, but no matter what, Siffin's future was still worth looking forward to.
But Siffin didn't think so, because everything he knew, never helped him get anything from Lu Ping. His so-called talent was useless on the trash that everyone called useless. So now, he needed to observe other people to indirectly dig out information.
After analyzing Morin's mood, Siffin already concluded that there must be something between him and Lu Ping.
Continue to observe!
Siffin quietly hid himself, and continued to use his own method to gather information.
And after Morin tried to fight for a while, he didn't get any feedback from Lu Ping, and finally settled down. However, he didn't leave. Instead, he stayed outside Lu Ping's cottage, waiting for him to show up.
So, Morin endured the afternoon sun under the eaves, and Siffin endured the mosquito bites in the bushes, the two of them didn't give up easily.
One hour, two hours, three hours …
The sun gradually moved to the west, and Morin who had been exposed to the sun for the whole afternoon was sweating profusely. Siffin in the bushes had a few more bumps on his body, and there was no movement in the house. Lu Ping, this afternoon, unexpectedly didn't go out, and actually laid on the bed like a corpse. Several times, Morin suspected that Lu Ping slept until he was stabbed to death by the poison needle he put last night, but several times when he leaned out of the window, he found that everything was normal.
He realized that Lu Ping was determined to use silence to wear down his patience, and make him choose to give up.
"Hey, hey, I won't give up, I'm an assassin," Morin said to the window. No response. Not far away, Siffin also continued to observe Morin, analyzing Morin's mentality. He didn't hear what Morin said, but from Morin's expression, he saw the determination not to give up.
In the blink of an eye, another two hours passed.
The sun had completely turned into the setting sun.
"Hey, don't you want to eat?" Morin leaned on the window and shouted.
"Do you want me to buy you a big cake?"
"Su Tang is here to bring you food!"
There was still no response. The only thing he could confirm was that Lu Ping was definitely not dead, and was definitely alive.
Morin didn't say anything else, and continued to sit by the window.
The sun finally set completely, and the moon climbed up the treetops, but it was soon covered by dark clouds. Tonight's night was even darker than yesterday's. But through the clouds, there was still some moonlight shining down. For Morin, who was at the second layer of the Chong Po realm, and Siffin, who was at the third layer of the Chong Po realm, this bit of light was enough.
Siffin was already prepared to keep watch, but after another three hours, Morin chose to give up.
He didn't lack willpower, but he didn't have the body. At this time, the Mo family's bloodline was dragging him down.
"Hey, hey!" He leaned against the window again and shouted, "I'm going back to sleep, I really can't keep watch anymore, I stayed up all night yesterday!" He did indeed stay up all night yesterday, staying up all night to kill Lu Ping, and couldn't sleep for the rest of the night because he didn't manage to kill Lu Ping.
"I'll come again tomorrow." Morin expressed his determination.
He's leaving?
Siffin, who was in the bushes, was a little surprised. Although Morin looked very tired, he didn't seem to have the slightest intention of giving up. He didn't expect that he would get up this time to prepare to leave.
Could it be that Lu Ping said something to him?
Since he couldn't hear it, Siffin was worried that he didn't have enough information. So far, he really didn't gain much, but he could feel that Morin was very determined, which made Siffin want to know where this determination came from. After all, what he ultimately wanted was information about Lu Ping.
Let's keep up and observe a little more …
Not daring to follow too closely, Siffin only saw where Morin was going, and waited until he was far away before he slowly stood up from the bushes and followed.
It was another night, and another fruitless night.
Morin sighed and shook his head, but he was still carefully avoiding the flowers and plants that Uncle Morin had carefully planted.
Rustle.
A light sound drilled into Morin's ears. He was very tired, but it didn't make his Soul of Cry lose its sharpness.
It was the sound of footsteps, deliberately hidden, but he still stepped on a small piece of withered leaf.
The Soul of Cry of the Third Heaven could decipher the content of sound to a certain extent.
"Who is it?"
Morin was already vigilant, he didn't think it would be Lu Ping, because Lu Ping didn't have to be so sneaky.
"Hehehehe, as expected of the third layer of the Heavenly Cry Soul. Just a moment of carelessness and I was discovered by you." A low voice rang out. Mo Lin's expression changed. He could already tell who this voice belonged to.
"I didn't expect that you would come to such an academy, but you didn't expect that we would chase you here, right?" The low voice continued, and the figure gradually emerged from the darkness.
We …
When Morin heard this word, his expression became even uglier.
Because he knew who this gloomy voice was, and he also knew that if it was "we", then his chances of survival would be even slimmer.
But he couldn't just give up like this.
Morin carefully sensed the location of the others while moving his fingers slightly.
"Don't move." This small movement, however, was already noticed by someone else, and another voice sounded, warning him.
"Although your body isn't that good, we still know how powerful your methods are. You better not move." The voice continued.
Best?
What best? His life was hanging by a thread, what "best" result could be produced if he didn't move? Live for another minute?
Childish!
Of course I still have to move, and I have to move faster. Not just move, I have to shout!
His left hand quickly stabbed into the leather pouch inside his clothes, causing blood to splatter. As expected, nothing good came out of this move. The darts that flew over from the other party hit Morin's left hand, and the blood immediately soaked the poisonous powder that he wanted to grab into a paste.
Morin opened his mouth and screamed. He took the opportunity to form a phrase, "Help!"
He shouted very quickly. It didn't seem like he was venting his pain, but more like he was guarding against something. It was as if this shout was also a sneak attack, and he was afraid of being discovered.
But in the end, he still failed. As soon as the shout left his mouth, it seemed to hit something. His voice suddenly became distorted, lowered, and disappeared.
The voice was broken.
This was nothing new, because Morin knew that there was such a person among the other party. He was a Penetrator of the Soul of Sound. Silencing was only a level-two ability, but it was very useful at some appropriate times.
For example, right now, Morin's cry for help was finally silenced.
He was very disappointed. In reality, everything was just a disguise. This cry for help was his ultimate move.
But now, he had completely failed.
"Go to hell!" The other party didn't intend to chat with him any longer. Their positions were very clear. Morin was an assassin, and so were they. These people always hovered between killing and being killed.
But today, they were the ones who lived, and the one who died was Morin. They firmly believed in this. A cold light went straight for Morin's head.
Morin wanted to dodge, but he wasn't good at sports. Plus, he was very tired and wanted to sleep. He didn't expect to fall asleep so thoroughly.
Ah, ah, ah!
Morin sighed. He had no choice but to give up. Assassins had to be prepared to be killed.
But at this moment, a black shadow suddenly dashed out. With a wave of his hand, the cold light was finally knocked to the side.
The black shadow moved in front of Mo Lin to protect him, causing Mo Lin to become excited.
"Who is it?" the other party shouted.
"Discipline team, Siffin," the black shadow said.
"Damn!" Morin was very disappointed.
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