a very dark dark guard

Chapter 140 The purpose is a mystery
The masked men threw fuel oil cans and torches into the windows. They sneaked in quietly, and it was impossible to carry the fire oil tanks with them. Whoever provided them would know without asking.I didn't care about the oil, and I wrapped the torches they threw in with air filaments to prevent them from falling to the ground, and the air filaments turned into balloons to isolate them from the air, and the torches were extinguished in a short while.

The masked men looked at each other when they saw that the fire was not on, and the leader of the team gestured again, telling them to take out the poisonous smoke cakes and throw them under the window.

Before winter, when Tengxue Country hadn't closed the windows, there were gaps in the doors and windows, so the smoke didn't need to be thrown into the house, it could also sneak into the house through the gaps.

They threw down the cigarette cakes and left, not intending to enter the house to confirm the effect.

After they left, my breath followed them to the next stop.

Covering my head with an invisible 'helmet', I walked out of the room filled with smoke and came to the door of the central courtyard.

Those who did not follow the instructions of the horn to hide in the Magic Stone Mountain were all from the enemy's side.

They are not afraid of masked people at all, and they especially cooperate with them and provide them with the items they need.

I only know that the monarch of Tengxue Kingdom once wanted to take down the Demon Cult, but he had no chance to implement it.

As for the other enemies of the Demon Cult, most of them are martial arts sects.

In the last martial arts conference, all sects encountered a catastrophe, and the demon sect's deadly enemy was not spared either.

They shouldn't have regained their vitality so quickly, and sent hundreds of elites to raid the headquarters of the Demon Cult.

Nowadays, there are not many forces with this strength, and even fewer need to sneakily cover their faces to defeat the Demon Cult.

The masked men divided into four groups and headed towards the First Round Courtyard, the Second Bell Courtyard, the Third Altar Courtyard and the Four Pond Courtyard.

The rest gathered together and surrounded Ximen Wuhen's bedroom.

He would go to the wedding room to oversee the work every day after breakfast, and breakfast was just about to be served when the masked man came.

According to their time calculation, Ximen Wuhen should still be in the bedroom.

It was only the sound of the horn later that disrupted their plans.

So someone specifically blocked Ximen Wuhen's bedroom to prevent him from escaping with the others.

The inner ghosts in the church don't care much about what the ordinary believers do. They focus on monitoring me and Ximen Wuhen, as well as the situation of the four Dharma protectors and the center of the church.

Knowing that Ximen Wuhen didn't go out, they concentrated their manpower on his side.

Masked men surrounded his bedroom and threw poisonous smoke cakes into the wall.

The poisonous smoke rose and soon filled the courtyard.

It began to drizzle before dawn this morning. The rain was light, the wind was light, and the poisonous smoke was strong. Fortunately, there was no one in the bedroom.

When they heard the sound of the horn, they fled to the mountains with everyone, leaving only Ximen Wuhen at home.

If we hadn't agreed a long time ago, in such a situation, his subordinates would definitely not abandon him.

This is Ximen Wuhen's secret order, and the guards and servants around him will only obey the 'number' and ignore him.

The masked people may have sensed that something was wrong at this time, but they had no way to turn back, and they had to perform the task first anyway.

After making such a big noise, if you don't do anything, you will retreat. I'm afraid you won't be able to explain it when you go back.

The few people who were in charge of monitoring me have fallen to the ground.

My 'Qi' silk can now enter the human body with the breath.

It is a hidden weapon that is really hard to guard against. I am also monitoring the people who are watching me outside the central courtyard.

The masked man didn't care about my life and left after throwing the poisonous smoke, but they were waiting, as if they wanted to confirm my situation.

There was noxious smoke all over the headquarters block, and my inflatable helmet wouldn't last long.

I rushed to Ximen Wuhen's dormitory, he has magical powers to protect his body, and he is not afraid of poisonous gas.

The four guardians are protecting Wan'er, and the masters he trusts in the teaching have been transferred to protect the forbidden area of ​​the blood pool.

Now it's just him and me in the dormitory, confronting hundreds of masked men.

Among them, more than 100 masked people took out piccolos from their waists and played around Ximen Wuhen's bedroom.

Of course they were not performing for him, the sound of the flute was sharp and piercing, like steel needles piercing the ear bones and stabbing randomly in the head.

Ximen Wuhen launched his magic skills to fight them. The sound of the flute was like a tangible weapon. Ximen Wuhen's magic skills could twist these tangible sharp weapons and bend them into useless waste.

For example, a steel needle becomes a thimble, a dagger becomes a bracelet, and a long sword becomes a twist.

The 'needle' that pierced the brain sharply has become a triangle, ellipse, and wave shape, and there is no pain when it is smashed into the brain again.

It's just that all of this is invisible to the naked eye and can only be experienced personally.

No wonder there are rumors in the world that dying under the magic technique is very painful. If a person's internal organs, bones and tendons are all twisted into a mess, it will be strange if they don't suffer.

The magic skill distorted the pitch and destroyed the masked man's flute attack. The flute sound was seriously out of tune, and its power could not be exerted.

I watched the battle quietly and didn't do anything, because I wanted to give the masked people some chances to show their skills.

The more they show, the more clues they give, the better I can speculate about who is behind them.

There should be no physical evidence on them, otherwise they don't need to cover their faces and barge in without saying a word.

The purpose of doing this is to hide the real identity.

But skills can't fool people, especially martial arts, which need to be practiced steadily, such as piccolo sound wave skills, which can't be achieved by playing the flute for a few years.

If the sound can actually hurt or kill people, hard work must be done.

The poisonous smoke cakes used by the masked people belong to the Golden Gu Society, but I don't think they belong to the Golden Gu Society.

They have a different physique from those poisonous people.

People in the Golden Gu Society swallowed Gu and took poison to train their hands when they had nothing to do. Their physique had already changed from that of ordinary people.

In the final analysis, the Golden Gu Society is just a 'shop' selling poisons. Someone buys poisons from them in large quantities, and they are unlikely to be the real mastermind behind the scenes.

I just don't know if they sent someone over, the target they chased all the way - me, someone An, but I haven't seen them for some days.

There was poisonous smoke and the sound of the flute again. After two waves of attacks, someone among the masked men finally spoke.

And the opening of the mouth was thunderous, even I was a little surprised.

The man asked Ximen Wuhen if he wanted to see his biological mother?

No one in the world knows how much Ximen Wuhen wants to find his mother.He is the majestic leader of the demon sect, and being able to call me and mom on the street shows his sincerity.

It's not that no one wants to take advantage of this, get some benefits from him, or hold him back.

However, none of the evidence provided by those people could impress Ximen Wuhen.

It is also because the witch mother was a mysterious and unpredictable woman back then. There are many people who know her, but very few people know her.

Moreover, he never told anyone about this mysterious lover. The world only knew that she was Ximen Wuhen's biological mother, a woman like Feng, who seemed to have N lovers.

Ximen Wuhen was able to identify me as him and mother at a glance, not because of tokens or inside information, but because of my looks.

The old leader once had a portrait of this witch, which was in a realistic style. Ximen Wuhen had seen it many times when he was a child, and the two of them would take out the painting to see the painting and think about others when they had nothing to do.

(End of this chapter)