Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 62 Assassination
On this day, after Mo Lin left, all the guests of Rujia Restaurant were collectively poisoned, even the chef was no exception. In just over an hour, there was no one eating in the huge restaurant. All the guests gathered outside were those who wanted to pay compensation and ask for an explanation. The pharmacist Xinglin in the city was also invited by the restaurant owner to see a doctor and prescribe medicines for the guests for free.

"Little Treasure, how much medicine did you take!"

Through the window of the inn room, Mo Lin looked at the deserted Rujia restaurant in the distance, and kept questioning the little fat man.

Tang Xiaobao was also terrified. Seeing those people speak ill of Mo Lin, he felt angry. He threw almost all the poison accumulated in the past few years into the well. Seeing so many people being carried in and out, he realized that this was a big disaster. He kept asking Molin what to do.

Mo Lin wasn't worried about the life and death of those guests, because although Xiaobao had administered a lot of medicines, he knew after confirmation that none of them were fatal poisons, and they wouldn't kill anyone if he took them. At most, he would be fine with diarrhea for a few days. What he was worried about was the restaurant's staff Business, isn't this a trap for the restaurant owner?

But this worry was quickly dispelled by a few words from the innkeeper.

From the innkeeper's mouth, he learned that the owner behind the restaurant was Xia Houchao, the lord of Chang'an City.

Over the years, the people in the City Lord's Mansion have often bullied others, and their reputation in the city is far from the good rumors. Most people feel happy about drugging Rujia Restaurant, and some even praise the poisoner behind their backs It is eliminating harm for the people.

These words reached Mo Lin's ears, and his guilt immediately dissipated a lot.

The chain reaction caused by the little fat man's poisoning was far more than that.

When those foreign martial artists learned that the owner behind the hotel was the city lord, they had doubts about the real purpose of Xiahou Wushuang's party.

Now in two days it will be the Hundred Clans Martial Arts Meeting, who knows if Xiahou's family wants to take this opportunity to wipe out all the people who don't like it?For a time, the whole city panicked and rumors spread everywhere.

Mo Lin didn't care about the rumors in the city, what he cared about was the final reward of the martial arts competition, the low-level earth-level kung fu "Throat Locking Kung Fu".

Mo Lin has never seen an earth-level exercise, and there is only one set in the entire Unfeeling Sect. It is said that only the suzerain can practice it. Whether it is to experience the strength of the martial arts elites in Chang'an City, or for this set of exercises, he has to participate in a hundred exercises. Clan will fight.

late at night.

Mo Lin sat on the bed, opened "Star Slash" by the light on the table, and looked through it carefully.

"Starry Sky Slashing, created by the second-generation ancestor of Xingchen Pavilion watching the changes in the movement of stars, using the power of starlight to cut thousands of miles of sky, the secret of luck is..."

Half an hour later, Mo Lin closed the book with a slight regret on his face.

"This Starry Sky Slash is really mysterious, and only soul masters can practice it. It seems that I have to enter the soul realm first."

Slowly closing his eyes, Mo Lin summoned the Yin-Yang Martial Soul, and the soul perception was emitted through the Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram, and the soul energy in the sea of ​​energy rushed into the ten soul veins, which slowly circulated.

After the soul qi circulated for a week, a layer of faint white air flow gradually emerged above Mo Lin's head. This is the abnormal change of vitality caused by a tenth-level warrior. As long as these air currents are inhaled into the body, a soul element can be formed, and officially enter the soul. In order to achieve this, it is necessary to form a vortex of soul energy in the practitioner's body, which can resonate with the vitality above the head.

Mo Lin took a deep breath, and was about to circulate his soul energy in the reverse direction, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a strange sound, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and the vitality that had been gathered at the top of his head dissipated instantly.

Outside the inn, black shadows flickered in the night, approaching like ghosts at lightning speed.

"Son."

The innkeeper's face changed slightly when he saw the dozen or so figures coming in, and he bowed to the leader in black, looking a little nervous.

"What about people?"

The leader in black had an indifferent expression and cold eyes.

"Xuan Zi No. [-]."

The black-clothed leader waved his hand, and twenty killers dressed in black and covering their faces with black cloth understood, and rushed towards the inn quickly, their footsteps landing, the sound they made was barely audible.

The corridor was dark and gloomy. An assassin quickly found the guest room with the No. [-] sign in the Xuan character. He nodded slightly, and the four accomplices who followed him suddenly had a black hand crossbow in their hands!
click!
The closed door was kicked open, and four crossbowmen rushed into the room almost at the same time. The cold iron arrows on the crossbow hit the bed with a sharp sound of piercing through the air. The four fired in unison, covering the big bed and the three-meter space around it.

Aggressive...

All 36 iron arrows were deeply inserted into the quilt and bed board of the bed.

A crossbowman came to the bed, lifted the quilt full of iron arrows, and his pupils shrank instantly.

"People don't..."

As soon as he turned his head, before he could say "in", his pupils were filled with deep fear. In his sight, a cold light flashed behind the three companions.

puff!
A fountain of blood gushed out, a huge head flew high, and then two flashes of cold light flashed, and the other two fell silently to the ground, and Mo Lin's figure appeared behind them.

The crossbowman was terrified, and the movement of changing the crossbow bolts after practicing countless times on weekdays became jerky. When he finally changed the crossbow box, before he could raise his arms, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and he fell into the eternal darkness. among.

"Who is going to kill me?"

Mo Lin didn't have time to think about it. He knew there were more than a dozen killers outside. He drew his sword and killed four of them as quickly as possible. He didn't stop at all. He jumped up and hit the window behind him.

The moment his body touched the window, two figures flashed in front of the door, and a huge arrow-shaped phantom appeared behind them, and two long dark red arrows shot at the same time.

"Iron handprint!"

A chill instantly enveloped Mo Lin's whole body. Before he could slash his knife to block it, the iron handprint came out fiercely. At the same time, he tilted his head desperately to the side. The red arrow on the left touched the black handprint, and Mo Lin felt a tingling pain in his palm. The sharp arrow not only broke through the iron handprint's defense, but also pierced his palm and stuck into his shoulder!Another red arrow flew out close to his ear and disappeared into the night sky.

Click!

The strong shutter was smashed by Mo Lin, his body fell to the ground amidst the shattered sawdust, and two sharp red arrows grazed the tip of his nose and shot past.

Pong!
Mo Lin's body hit the ground heavily, then he jumped up and rushed to the corner of the wall.

"What a terrifying arrow spirit!"

Mo Lin pulled out the red arrow stuck in his shoulder and threw it on the ground, panting heavily.

After the two archers released their martial souls just now, the lethality of the bows and arrows doubled. Not only was the speed amazing, but they also broke the iron handprint and pierced his palm. The strength should be at least a tenth-level warrior!
(End of this chapter)