Morin.
Mo Sen's nephew. The Mo family was like Zhenfeng College among all the other colleges, an unremarkable family among the countless families on the continent. They didn't have any amazing bloodline, nor did they have a huge family business. They didn't have a unified management plan for the family's future. In fact, they were more like an ordinary big family, without any family reputation or anything like that to bear. Everyone had their own way of living, and there was only a kinship between them because of their bloodline, nothing more.
Mo Sen was a horticulturist at Zhenfeng College, while Morin was an assassin, or rather, a killer.
Mo Sen was worried from the beginning that he wouldn't be able to do this cleanly, so he called his killer nephew to help him. Now it seemed that there was a reason for the saying that there were specializations in every field.
"Where's the person you want to kill?" After exchanging greetings, Morin immediately began his work, cherishing every second he had.
"He lives there." Mo Sen pointed to the small wooden house behind Morin.
"There's no one there right now." Morin showed his professionalism. He would stay here because he had already figured out the situation in this area.
"Yes." Mo Sen said.
"This makes things easier." Morin said, immediately turned around, and strode to the window of the small wooden house. The window was quite high up. Molin had already confirmed the situation inside the room before, so he didn't take a second look. He grabbed the windowsill with both hands and climbed up with all his might. The aura of a professional assassin was completely gone in the next moment.
"Uncle, come and help me!" Morin called out. He climbed up twice, but in the end he slid down powerlessly. Morin could only ask for help from his relatives and friends.
Mo Sen was helpless. If he had to give a characteristic to the Mo family's bloodline, then poor physical fitness would probably be the most suitable. But unfortunately, this was a defect, and not a powerful ability. This kind of label didn't matter.
Mo Sen looked to his left and right. After confirming that there was no one around, he hurriedly went up to help Molin. Finally, he was able to send Molin into the small house. Then, he heard Molin's gloomy voice. "Who are you! Why didn't you lock the door when you went out? "
Mawson had something to eat. He only knew that his nephew was engaged in this field, but he didn't know how good he was at it. At first, he felt that it was quite reliable, but now, he felt that it might not be reliable.
"Stop nagging. What are you going to do? "Mo Sen stood on his tiptoes outside the window to watch Morin's actions.
"It's simple." Morin had already begun his operation. He came to the bedside and took out a pair of tweezers from his pocket. Then, he carefully took out a needle from a leather pouch sewn on the left side of his shirt.
"This is the poison I extracted from the oleander and the White Night Mandara. The amount of poison on this needle is enough to kill an entire grade of your Zhenfeng College. Now … "Morin said as he carefully inserted the needle into the mattress. After taking a step back, he nodded in satisfaction.
Mo Sen didn't need to ask to know what Molin's plan was. It was simple, but very practical. Who would be able to discover the evil plan hidden in the bed? Mo Sen couldn't even see the courage of a Level Six cultivator.
"Uncle, help me up." Morin went back to the window and called for Mo Sen to help him climb out.
"Aren't you going through the door?" Mo Sen asked.
"It's better not to leave any unnecessary traces." Morin said as half of his body climbed out.
The design was practical, and the thought process was also very thorough. But this clumsy climbing out of the window ruined the aura that an assassin should have. Fortunately, Mo Sen was a family member and could empathize with Morin's difficulties. If it was another employer, they would have long lost confidence in this assassin.
"I'll collect the needle after midnight. Then, we'll wait to collect his corpse!" Morin said as he patted his clothes that were messed up when he climbed out of the window.
"Be careful when you leave." Mo Sen warned. No matter how tolerant the Zhenfeng College was, it was impossible to ignore the life and death of a student. The college would definitely investigate thoroughly. A stranger like Morin would definitely arouse suspicion.
"Uncle, don't worry. When I come to collect the needle, I'll take care of the aftermath. No one will find out that he died an unnatural death." Morin smiled confidently. Without the matter of climbing out of the window, his assassin's temperament was immediately revealed. After saying this, he walked in a direction where there was no one, and soon disappeared from Mo Sen's line of sight.
Just like that, would it be over? After watching Morin leave, Mo Sen looked back at the small wooden hut. Soon, there would no longer be an eyesore in his favorite flowerbed. Thinking of this, Mo Sen suddenly realized that he wasn't as excited as he was when he designed the viewing pavilion in the morning. His mood seemed to have become somewhat heavy.
"I hope Su Tang won't be too sad …" Mo Sen thought as he lowered his head to take care of the flowers and plants. Only this could make his heart calm down.
After midnight.
There were only a few stars hanging in the sky, but for a Level Two cultivator who had reached the Perception Realm, this bit of light was enough for him to distinguish everything.
A figure was moving lightly in the flowerbed. Occasionally, there were footsteps, but coincidentally, they would be mixed with the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the flowerbed.
If it was a Level Two cultivator with outstanding Perception Realm, they might be able to tell the difference, but Morin knew that the person in the small wooden hut didn't have any Perception Realm. Moreover, he was already a dead man.
Even so, Morin still did his best to move as quietly as possible to the window. Then, he stooped down and placed two stepping bricks under the window.
This was indeed a bit of a wet blanket, but with this kind of body, Morin was also quite helpless. Of course, he was also very envious of those people with outstanding skills who came and went like the wind. But the body of the Mo family was just this slow when it came to the Strength Soul.
There was no other way, he could only rely on his intelligence to solve the problem.
Morin stepped on the two stepping bricks, his hand on the windowsill. Although the hut was even darker, as long as there was a bit of light, for a Level Two cultivator, it was not a problem to see clearly.
Morin saw the target lying motionless on the bed. But at this moment, his stronger and more sensitive Level Six Heaven's Pivot Soul transmitted more accurate information to him.
Not right!
The temperature was not right.
Although he didn't touch, but at this distance, Morin could already feel the heat emitted from the target's body. It was already the latter half of the night. Unless this guy had just fallen asleep, it was impossible for him to have this kind of temperature in the middle of the night.
The situation was not right. Should he further confirm, or …
Morin was still hesitating, but the figure on the bed had already moved.
Dodge!
Morin was already on guard. Although he was hesitating, he definitely did not let down his guard. As soon as the figure on the bed moved, he had already sensed it. Without hesitation, he took off.
Why did the poison needle not work? Had he been discovered?
Morin was incomparably confident in the poison that he had concocted. The target was fine. Other than not being stabbed, there was no other explanation.
Running away, Morin didn't look back. He only listened to the movements behind him. His Pivot Soul was the strongest. It had already reached level six. Once he completed the connection with the Heroic Soul, he would reach the realm of a Penetrator and possess even more powerful abilities. But apart from that, his other five souls, other than the Force Soul, had also reached a certain realm. The Cry Soul had already reached level three. At this distance, no movement could escape his ears.
Got up … got off the bed … went to the window … jumped out!
To Morin, he heard an extremely heavy landing sound behind him. The target had actually chased after him.
Morin couldn't help but look back. The good-for-nothing that Uncle Mo Sen had said was not so useless after all. At least he had guts. Although this guts seemed very stupid to him.
Even if the Mo family's body was weak and the Force Soul was weak, as a perceptive person, he still had many fighting methods. Compared to an ordinary person, he was on a completely different level. This guy, he clearly didn't have any soul power, but he still dared to chase after him. This was probably the so-called 'the ignorant are fearless'!
Without perception, this kid had no idea how strong and terrifying the target he was chasing was.
Should he just kill him?
No way …
Although Morin had the ability to do so, Mo Sen had repeatedly emphasized that it had to be an accident. In the eyes of others, it had to be an accident.
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