"Sir …" While Fang Jin was still in a daze, a man's voice rang beside him. "Your blade doesn't look ordinary."
When Fang Jin turned to the source of the voice, he felt his blood run cold.
Up until the moment the voice rang out, he had not sensed that someone was approaching.
However, when he turned around, he saw two more people sitting at the table in front of him.
They were dressed rather plainly and looked to be in their mid-twenties, at most in their thirties.
The people around them, including the owner of the tea shop … did not notice when they appeared. It was as if … they had been sitting there since the beginning.
"You two …" Fang Jin was a powerful character after all. Despite his shock, he managed to keep a straight face. "Do we know each other?"
It was a pointless question.
However, there were times when pointless talk was meaningful.
It could give you time to think, it could help you test your opponent's reaction, and it could also be used to avoid the previous question.
"No, we don't." Sashimi looked at Fang Jin with a blank expression and continued, "But I think since we're sitting together, we might as well get to know each other."
"Hmph … Sure." Fang Jin smirked and said, "I'm Fang Jin."
He only said his name and did not reveal anything else. He did not even use words like 'this humble one' or 'this humble one'.
"I'm Sashimi." Sashimi did not give his full game ID. Even if the system corrected the word's incongruity in the NPC's consciousness, he still found it weird.
"Burp … I'm Meng Jingchan." At this moment, Brother Zen, who had been drinking his "own drink" at the side, made a sound at the right time and even burped.
Fang Jin's gaze swept across the two's faces again as he thought, 'Yu Huai … Meng Jingchan … Hmm … Never heard of you …'
Fang Jin was not a member of the martial world but he knew a lot about it. If there was an expert among the younger generation who could approach him without alerting him, he would at least know their name.
"Then … Brother Yu, Brother Meng …" Fang Jin thought for a few seconds before asking, "I won't beat around the bush. May I ask … why are you looking for me?"
"Just a few small matters." Sashimi continued. "First of all …" As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at the woman who was walking further and further away on the main road. "… If I'm not wrong … Brother Fang has noticed that she's not an ordinary person and wants to test her …" He paused. "And the two of us are here to advise you … not to."
"Oh?" Fang Jin raised a brow. "Does that mean … you know her?"
"Yes," Sashimi said.
"Who is she?" Fang Jin asked.
"He's here to snatch the sword manual," Sashimi said.
"There are a lot of people here for the sword manual" Fang Jin replied.
"A lot," Sashimi said.
"How is she different?" Fang Jin asked.
Before Sashimi could respond, Meng Jingchan put on his tipsy expression and asked jokingly, "Brother Fang, are there a lot of people in this town who can kill you?"
Fang Jin wasn't angry at being asked such a question. Instead, he became even calmer. "Not much."
"Hmm …" Meng Jingchan nodded. He took a sip from the bottle of baijiu he brought with him. "There are a lot now."
"You mean … she can kill me?" By the time Fang Jin asked that question, the woman had already disappeared from the main road.
"She can." Meng Jingchan chuckled. "Not just her, we can do it too." As he said that, he pointed at himself and Sashimi casually.
These words might be taken as a joke in the eyes of a modern person, but in the ears of a martial artist, it was undoubtedly a very serious provocation.
"Oh?" Fang Jin was a martial artist too. Hearing this, his blood rushed to his head.
He was so close … He almost said, "Why don't we give it a try?"
However, Sashimi quickly said, "Brother Fang, please don't be angry. My Brother Zen is a drunkard. He doesn't mean to offend you."
Hearing this, Fang Jin's expression changed. After about five seconds of silence, he scoffed. "Hmph … Forget it …"
Other people might not be able to tell, but Sashimi, who was good at "listening", could clearly see Fang Jin's mental activity just now.
In those five seconds, Fang Jin thought of something important. Since the two of them could get so close to him without him noticing, and even sit down, it wouldn't be hard for them to kill him.
Everything else aside, if the two of them had secretly poisoned Fang Jin's teacup, he would be a dead man by now.
With that thought in mind, logic won over impulse …
Fang Jin's thoughts, including his reaction when he saw the dual-wielding woman, were all reflected in his heartbeat, breathing, pulse, eyes, and other subtle physical signs.
And all of these, without exception, couldn't escape Sashimi's eyes and ears.
These two experts from [Order] were the first group of players to arrive at Linlu Town. The two experienced players were not in a hurry to explore the town. Instead, they stayed near the main road at the entrance of the town, waiting for their prey and quietly observing the situation.
They knew very well that the players were their real opponents. They were also the only targets they had to be careful of.
As for NPCs with special abilities like Fang Jin, they could make use of them …
…
Looking at the other side of the town, the two of them were in the same boat.
In a secluded place.
In a deserted alley.
Two people were standing face to face.
One of them had a sword.
The other had a sword.
He was a famous swordsman in Jianghu, Daoist Cotton.
On the other hand, he was just "Zhang San", a passerby who no one would take a second look at when walking in the crowd.
"Daoist Cotton, we don't know each other. Why did you stop me here?" Although that was what he said, Zhang San's tone didn't sound like he was talking to someone he didn't know.
"Legend has it that …" Daoist Cotton didn't take Zhang San's words seriously. He continued, "In Jianghu, there is a mysterious killer. No one has ever seen his real face or heard his real voice. No one knows how old he is or how good his martial arts are. What is certain is that … every time he appears, he turns into a different person. Even the person's closest relatives can't tell the difference. "
Daoist Cotton paused. "To be honest, I didn't expect to meet the most mysterious and terrifying killer in Jianghu at this time and place … Mirror."
"Oh?" Mirror sneered. "Then I'm curious … if even the person's closest relatives can't tell the difference, how did you know … that I'm Mirror?"
"Coincidence," Daoist Cotton replied with two words.
Two words were enough.
Mirror thought for a moment. "You know Zhang San?"
"I do," Daoist Cotton said.
"Who are you to him?" Mirror asked.
"He's my benefactor," Daoist Cotton said.
"A mountain hunter is your benefactor?" Mirror asked doubtfully.
"Everyone has bad luck sometimes," Daoist Cotton said.
"I see …" Mirror didn't need to ask any more details. He changed the topic. "Then how did you know I was fake?"
"It's very simple," Daoist Cotton replied. Daoist Cotton replied, "In order to repay Zhang San for saving my life, I once taught him a set of internal energy mantras unique to my sect."
"But … I don't have that kind of inner strength," Mirror said.
"You don't," Daoist Cotton said.
"And my appearance and voice … are the same as Zhang San's," Mirror continued.
"Exactly the same," Daoist Cotton said.
"Can't I be his twin brother?" Mirror asked.
"Even twins can't walk the same way," Daoist Cotton said.
"Haven't you ever thought … that perhaps Zhang San lost the inner strength you taught him for some reason?" Mirror asked.
"I have," Daoist Cotton said. Cotton Daoist said, "But that doesn't explain how Zhang San got involved with Wang Qiong."
"Haha … I see." Mirror chuckled. "You've been secretly monitoring Wang Qiong's residence all this time, right?"
"That's right." Daoist Cotton admitted it. "So, when I saw someone who looked exactly like Zhang San and didn't have my unique inner strength, I knew … that Zhang San was dead, and the person in front of me was … you."
"Hmm … that's quite a coincidence." Mirror nodded. "I didn't expect … that an ordinary hunter would recognize Daoist Cotton, and that he had some kind of inner strength that I couldn't detect."
"Why Zhang San?" Daoist Cotton's expression was very cold when he asked this question. His voice was even colder. "Could it be that his identity has some special value?"
"Haha …" Mirror chuckled. "'Nothing special' is exactly what makes him valuable." Daoist Cotton continued, "Transforming into those 'special people' is very dangerous, and I only do it when the mission requires it. Most of the time, I live as' Zhang San ',' Li Si ', or' Wang Wu '." He continued proudly, "You should know the principle of hiding in the forest, right? Therefore, for someone like 'Zhang San' … I will always have a dozen or so of them prepared. "
Mirror paused for a few seconds, then continued, "Haha … but from the looks of things, I'll have to be more careful when I 'take' on such identities next time."
"You won't have a next time." Daoist Cotton's killing intent and sword energy enveloped Mirror as he spoke.
"Haha … is that so?" Mirror was still laughing, and his laughter was very relaxed. In the next second, his voice suddenly changed into Daoist Cotton's voice. "Then I'll have to ask Daoist Cotton … for your guidance …"
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