Below Jialing.
Lu Ping's group of four walked straight down the tunnel. They could vaguely hear the sound of waves from miles away. After Fang Yizhu scratched the wall of the tunnel, he brought his fingers to his nose and smelled them. He clapped his hands and said, "The soil here should be soft and moist. The fact that the tunnel can be dug so wide shows that some special processing was done."
"Did your Mutual Aid Association dig this?" Lu Ping asked Morin.
"I'm not sure. Also, what's the Mutual Aid Association?" Morin asked.
"Aren't you an Assassin's Mutual Aid Association?" Lu Ping asked.
"In theory, you can barely say yes, but don't use this term. It's very rustic. Usually, when farmers gather together to hoard potatoes, they call themselves a Mutual Aid Association. But we are a very dangerous Assassin organization. It's more appropriate to call us the Alliance or the Association. "Morin said.
"Okay." Lu Ping nodded.
"There's a rumor that the Assassin's League is secretly supported by the Changfeng Zhu family?" Fang Yizhu suddenly said.
"There's also a rumor that the Assassin's League is led by the Dongdu Changle Square's Zhao Yin Chu. Have you heard of it?" Morin said.
"Which one is true?" Fang Yizhu asked.
"I don't know shit. These are too high level. I'm not qualified to know this kind of insider information." Morin said.
"What level are you?" Fang Yizhu asked.
"Fledgling." Morin said.
"Sounds like the lowest level." Fang Yizhu said.
"Yes, according to the level, they are fledgling, green fruit, sparrow tongue, and bamboo tip. My time here is very limited." Morin said.
"What about the brother from before?" Fang Yizhu asked.
"Higher than me, a green fruit." Morin said.
"You're just a fledgling, and the one to receive you is a green fruit. I don't think a fledgling like you is qualified to use this secret tunnel. "Fang Yizhu said.
"I think so too." Morin said.
"If that's the case, why are we here?" Fang Yi Zhu asked.
"They probably have ulterior motives," Morin said.
As the two of them spoke, the four of them arrived at an even more spacious area. In the middle of the circular crypt, there was a round table surrounded by stone pillars. It looked like a place for secret meetings. With a thought, Lu Ping could already sense that behind every stone pillar, including the bottom of the round table, there was a hidden soul force. There was actually an ambush here.
"There's an ambush!" Lu Ping immediately shouted.
"I'm not surprised," Morin said.
"What are you thinking, boy?" Fang Yizhu had already rushed towards Morin.
"Let Lu Ping take care of them," Morin said.
Fang Yizhu, whose hand was about to reach Morin, suddenly retracted the gathered soul force when he heard this. When his raised hand fell, it only rested on Morin's shoulder, changing to a look of watching a play, "What you say makes sense!"
"What else do you think?" Morin had a look of disdain, waving his hand to knock away Fang Yizhu's hand that was on his shoulder.
On the other side, Ling Ziyan was still nervous and on guard from the ambush, but when she saw the two of them looking relaxed and unconcerned, she suddenly understood something.
Ambush … … they had been ambushed.
But so what if they had been ambushed? With Lu Ping's strength, even those at the Four Spirits Connected realm could only exchange a few moves. Even those experts who had miraculously reached the Five Spirits Connected realm couldn't beat him in the end. So in this world, there were probably very, very few people who could stop Lu Ping. Even if it was the gates of Auspicious Hill City, if Lu Ping really fought his way in, who would be able to stop him?
But that was too eye-catching, and it would attract endless pursuit. It was too much of a waste of time. But now, in the secret underground passage, no matter what kind of pursuit or interception, he could finish them all at once. No one would know, it wasn't troublesome at all.
"Ziyan, come here, leave it to Lu Ping alone," Morin said.
"Right, don't stand there, in case you accidentally get hurt," Fang Yizhu said.
"Little babies, how big …" A person walked out from behind the stone pillar and sneered. In the end, he only managed to say seven words before his body stopped abruptly before he could even move out from behind the stone pillar. With a putong sound, it was the sound of his body falling to the ground.
There was a sound.
When Lu Ping attacked, he was always this decisive. As for what the other wanted to say, he didn't care too much.
"What's so big?" Morin nagged from behind, his tone slightly sarcastic.
"I'm guessing, what a big tone. Do you want to bet?" Fang Yizhu said.
"Bet my ass, he's already dead, where can we find the answer?" Morin said.
"Ziyan can be our judge. You guess, and whoever she thinks is more reasonable will win," Fang Yizhu said. They really were going to play this time.
"I can't … … I don't know," Ling Ziyan hurriedly declined.
The assassins hiding in the surroundings had probably never been looked down upon and humiliated like this in their entire lives. Knowing that they had fallen into their trap, knowing that the assassins were right beside them, they were still laughing there?
"Little brat!" In their eyes, not to mention Morin and Ling Ziyan, even Fang Yizhu wasn't that big. After this shout, someone wanted to attack the three of them first, but after this shout, there was another putong sound. This person had already regretfully fallen to the ground.
Two people had been killed in the blink of an eye. At this time, they were still hiding behind cover, and hadn't had time to see the opponents they wanted to ambush! So who was ambushing who, who was in the light, and who was in the dark?
"Extinguish the light!" At this time, someone finally shouted. This was originally their plan. But as soon as Lu Ping stepped into the underground meeting hall, he had discovered them, alerted his companions, and caught them unprepared. Then, their companions died one after another, causing them to only react now and carry out their original plan.
With another putong sound, the light on the stone pillars in the meeting hall was extinguished, and the surroundings fell into complete darkness. Although the vision of a cultivator was strengthened, in the end, they still had to rely on the reflection of light to see. Now that there was no light, it was useless no matter how strong one's vision was. They had to find some superpower to make some light. But the assassins of the League of Assassins had made this kind of arrangement because their superpower was the best at fighting in the dark, and they only wanted this complete darkness to catch their opponents unprepared.
But the opponents they encountered today, and their plan, using Morin's evaluation, could only be described in one word: miserable.
Miserable.
Too miserable.
The moment the light was extinguished, the assassins hiding everywhere rushed out, either towards Lu Ping in the middle, or towards Morin, Fang Yizhu, and Ling Ziyan at the back. They could hear the sound and their senses were sharp, but they didn't seem to know that their opponents, in these two aspects, were the peak of the peak.
In an instant. Screams, the sound of weapons falling, and the sound of falling to the ground were endless. Morin calmly took out a match from his chest, shook it three times, and there was already a fire jumping up, showing the meeting hall clearly.
The battle was already over.
The ones that hadn't completely ended were probably the few assassins who hadn't been killed in one blow, and still had a breath left. In the jumping fire, the terrified eyes looked at the calm person standing in the middle of the meeting hall.
"No more." The person in the middle opened his mouth.
"Yes." Morin, holding the match, walked around the hall. "Seven green fruits, three bird tongues, ah, and a bamboo tip …" He counted the ranks of the eleven fallen assassins in the Alliance.
"My seniors didn't investigate their opponents enough." Morin shook his head and sighed.
"You expected that they would think of a way to deal with us?" Fang Yizhu said as he came up, but he began to search the bodies one by one. Money, divine weapons, and so on, they were naturally to be taken away as spoils of war.
"Of course. Do you really think that a gentleman would die for a bosom friend? "Morin said.
"Actually?" Fang Yizhu said.
"People die for wealth, and birds die for food." Morin said as he watched Fang Yizhu crazily search the bodies.
"I don't have all of them." Fang Yizhu didn't have any intention of stopping.
But all eleven assassins were searched, and not even a copper coin was found. This was an assassin's habit. When on a mission, they wouldn't carry useless things like money on them. As for the divine weapons, three of the eleven assassins, the bird tongues, and the bamboo tip each had one. The bamboo tip's quality was quite good, and Fang Yizhu happily put it in his pocket.
"Can we go?" The other three looked a little impatient with him.
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