Chapter 1070: The Bamboo Forest Meets Again
Han Mo has lived alone in this elegant cottage since he was a teenager, and he clearly had the decorations here. Even though the room was pitch black and could not see it, he could still understand the various parts of the room.
His left leg kicked back, and the chair under his seat hit the bed with a sharp wind. He rushed towards the edge of the bed like a cheetah.
When the chair was hit, there was also a sound under the bed. A fist had already faced the chair with a fierce momentum. With a "click", the chair had been smashed to pieces. At almost the same time, a long sword emerged from under the bed like a poisonous snake. The swordsman wanted to slide out from the ground, but in the darkness, it still stabbed Han Mo very accurately.
Han Mo had already confirmed that under the bed, there were not one person who was ambushing him, but two people. The first person blocked the chair, while the other swordsman took the opportunity to assassinate him.
But his body, which seemed to be pounced on the bed, suddenly turned around in an instant, with his toes on the ground a little, but his whole body had already rushed towards the curtain on the left.
This cloth curtain was the cloth curtain that Han Mo specially clothed on him when Liu Rumeng was hidden here. The outside belonged to his territory, and the inner room behind the curtain was Liu Rumeng's place.
At this time, Han Mo was as fast as lightning, and his left hand fisted. He put down the assassin under the bed and just hit the curtain.
However, before his man could get close to the curtain, a sleeve arrow suddenly penetrated the curtain from behind the curtain and shot out from behind. This sleeve arrow was unexpected, fast and urgent. Han Mo was close at this time and had almost no room for dodging.
But Han Mo did not dodge. He was wearing Old Lady Fan's protective armor, which was invulnerable to swords and guns. It was because of this that he would give it a try.
There are three assassins ambushed here. Han Mo must deal with these three assassins in the shortest time, and he must not let any of them escape.
With a "puff", the sleeve arrow shot from behind the curtain hit Han Mo's chest. Although the protective armor was protecting it and could not penetrate it, the sleeve arrow was quite powerful, and it was quite painful when it hit the chest.
The moment the sleeve arrow hit Han Mo's chest, Han Mo's fist had already hit hard, hitting the curtain in the middle, but a sound of bone shattering sounded. Han Mo's punch had already hit the assassin behind the curtain.
He practiced the "Sutra of Eternal Life", and his strength was so great that it was unparalleled. The power of this punch could kill lions and tigers. The assassin was powerful, but how could he withstand such a king-like fist, and he was hit on the face, his face bones shattered, and his whole person flew straight out.
Han Mo hit a punch but stopped going in. He knew that the man could no longer get up and escape when he hit the punch. However, he felt a chill and fierce energy coming from behind him in the dark hut, and knew that the swordsman who rushed out from under the bed came.
The sword energy is cold. In such an environment, the opponent can judge the position and kill in an instant, and is obviously not an ordinary person.
Unfortunately, the swordsman faced Han Mo, who had combined three great achievements and had already cultivated into a terrifying body.
Han Mo's reaction speed was far beyond ordinary people. When he turned around, the swordsman's long sword was barely killed, and Han Mo's throat even felt the chill at the tip of the sword.
But the tip of the sword reached Han Mo's throat, but he could not continue to stab forward.
When Han Mo turned around, the dagger tightly grasped in his right hand had already been shot out, just like a hidden weapon, shot straight into the swordsman's throat. The speed of the dagger was too fast. When the swordsman felt the chill, the dagger had already penetrated his throat.
He only felt a sense of heat appearing in his throat, and the power in his hand completely disappeared in an instant. When he felt a sharp pain coming from his throat, Han Mo's figure had already cut open from his body and chased towards the last assassin.
Not bad, it's chasing over!
The assassin who had resisted the chair obviously judged the situation in an instant and felt Han Mo's terror, so when Han Mo's dagger was inserted into the throat of the swordsman, he had already floated away like a gust of wind.
He did not rush towards the door, because when Han Mo entered the door, he had already brought the door up. At this time, he rushed towards the door, and there was no way out, so the direction he chose was the closed window.
This person's adaptability seems to be very strong, and he may also realize that he will be much more confident than breaking through the door and going out through the window.
And his choice seemed to be correct. When Han Mo chased him, he had already broken out of the ship as fast as possible. Although several scars were cut by the window lattice after this collision, compared to death in Han Mo's hands, this little bit of flesh and blood was naturally worth it.
The wind, rain, thunder and lightning outside, the sound of him breaking the window was hidden invisible by the sound of thunder and rain. After he broke the window, he spread his legs and ran westward. The speed was extraordinary.
He was fast, and Han Mo's speed was no slower than him. A beautiful leopard jumped out of the broken window, raised his right arm, and when he was chasing quickly, he was ready to shoot the opponent with a sleeve arrow.
Three assassins, one dead and one injured in the house, didn't care about the life or death of this person, after all, there was still the injured person in the house to be interrogated.
The back garden of the Han family’s Xifu is very large, surrounded by flowers, plants and trees. It is really difficult for ordinary people to go around, but Han Mo can walk around the garden with his eyes closed.
At this time, the wind and rain were storms, and it was still pitch black everywhere, but Han Mo was not worried that this guy could really run out.
The man was indeed very unfamiliar with the garden. He stumbled in the wind and rain, crashed into a bamboo forest, turned back in horror, but saw Han Mo following not far behind like a shadow.
He was extremely shocked and ran forward for a while. He suddenly saw a figure standing in front of him. The figure was also wearing a hat and a straw raincoat, and his outfit was very similar to Han Mo. If it weren't for knowing that Han was still chasing him, the assassin would have thought Han Mo would have had ghost skills in front of him.
The man was like a stone. Although it was pitch black everywhere, the assassin was still somewhat able to come to perform such a task. In this extremely dark rainy night, he could still vaguely see the scene around him.
Han Mo had already walked over step by step at this time, walking very slowly, but the slower he walked, the stronger the sense of death he brought to the assassin.
The assassin held his fist, and the man opposite did not move at all. The rain hit his hat and rolled down the edge of the hat. After a thunder, the assassin suddenly thought of something and said in surprise: "You... are you...so...so...so you are here?"
The man opposite finally moved. He raised his hand and lifted his hat slightly, his voice extremely cold: "You are lurking here for six days, and I am also watching you here for six days. You know nothing about my existence... He sent such an assassin, and he really underestimated the fifth young master...!"
Han Mo had already walked up at this time, only four or five steps away from the assassin. As soon as the assassin stopped, Han Mo naturally saw the man with a hat suddenly appeared in the bamboo forest. He thought that another assassin came out, but looking at the movement of the man, it seemed that he was not the assassins.
The man from the hat opposite saw Han Mo coming, and then took off his hat and showed his face. Han Mo looked at it and instantly recognized it, with a look of surprise in his eyes: "Xiao Zhu!"
It was Zhu Xiaoyan who suddenly appeared in this bamboo forest.
Han Mo could guess many possibilities, but he really didn't expect that Zhu Xiaoyan would appear in the back garden of Xifu at this time.
Zhu Xiaoyan bowed slightly, saying to Han Mo, and then said to the assassin in a cold and murderous voice: "Tell the fifth young master what you know... if you don't want to die here immediately!"
There is Zhu Xiaoyan in front and Han Mo behind. The assassin naturally knows the horror of these two people. Even if there are ten selfs, it is impossible for them to be opponents of these two people.
At this moment, his face was covered with rain, and his clothes were already wet. The wet clothes were pressed against his body. The cold rain and fear in his heart combined, causing his face muscles to twist, as if he was hesitating, and seemed to be measuring something. Finally, the assassin's body shook, and then collapsed softly on the ground. His body twitched a few times on the ground, and then stopped moving.
Han Mo walked forward slowly, looked at the purple face and the raised eyes that looked like dead fish, and said lightly: "He has poison in his mouth, and he committed suicide!"
Zhu Xiaoyan said: "I'm afraid his master has a good wrist and holds his handle, which makes him have to commit suicide!"
"The handle is not as good as life." Han Mo slowly analyzed the situation of this person with Zhu Xiaoyan: "Being able to commit suicide can only mean that he thinks that this life can save the lives of others!"
"It can only be family!" Zhu Xiaoyan nodded in agreement.
Han Mo then stared into Zhu Xiaoyan's eyes, was silent for a moment, and finally asked: "I never thought I would see you here tonight!"
Zhu Xiaoyan said slowly: "I'm afraid no one in the world knows that the fifth young master has returned to the East China Sea!"
Han Mo took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, went forward, opened the bottle, and poured the potion on his face at this moment. A smog of smoke rose up. Soon, the corpse melted quickly. In a moment, the corpse and clothes were gone, and the pool of blood was soon dispersed by the rain.
After doing this, Han Mo raised his head, looked cold, stared at Zhu Xiaoyan's eyes, and asked word by word: "Who is my second uncle... harmed?"
Chapter completed!