Morin.

Mosen's nephew, the Mo family, is just like the Zhaifeng Academy's status among the many colleges, is an inconspicuous family among countless families in the mainland. They do not have any amazing bloodlines or huge family business. They do not have a unified business plan for the future of the family. In fact, they are more like an ordinary big family, and there is no family reputation to bear. Everyone has their own way of living, and they only have a family affection because of their bloodlines, that's all.

Mosen is a horticulturalist at Zhaifeng Academy, while Mosen is an assassin, or a killer.

From the beginning, Mosen was worried that he would not do this, so he called himself the nephew of the killer to help. Now, it seems that he has specialized in his profession, and this sentence is not unreasonable.

"Where is the person to be killed?" After the greetings, Molin immediately cherished his time and was about to start his work.

"Just live there." Mosen pointed to the cabin behind Mosen.

"There is no one there now." Morin showed his professionalism. He would stay here and figure out everything in the area first.

"Yes," said Morson.

"This makes things simple." Morin said, turning back immediately, strides to the window of the cabin. The window is high, and Morin has confirmed the situation in the house before. He didn't look at it anymore. He grabbed the windowsill with his hands and climbed up hard. The professional assassin's aura was completely lost next.

"Uncle, come here to help!" Molin shouted. He climbed hard twice, but finally slid down weakly. Molin had to ask his relatives and friends for help.

Mosen was helpless. If they had to feature their Mo family bloodline, then poor physical fitness would probably be the most suitable one. Unfortunately, this is a defect, not a powerful ability, so it would be better to not have such a label.

Mosen looked around and confirmed that there was no one. He hurriedly went up to help, and finally sent Molin into the hut. Then he heard Molin entering the hut and shouted depressedly: "Who is it! Why don't you lock the door when you go out?"

Mosen was a little worried. He only knew that this nephew was engaged in this matter, but he didn't know how good he was. At first, he felt quite down-to-earth, but now he felt that it might not be reliable.

"Stop talking. What are you going to do?" Mosen stood on tiptoe outside the window and watched Morin's actions in the room.

"It's very simple." Morin had already started his action. He came to the bedside, took out a tweezer from his pocket with his right hand, and then carefully clamped a needle from the skin sewn inside the left lantern.

"This is the toxin I extracted from oleander and white night mandrari. The amount of this needle is enough to poison you all the people in the entire grade of the Pifeng Academy. Now..." Molin said, carefully inserted the needle into the mattress, then stepped back and looked at it, and nodded with satisfaction.

Needless to ask, Mosen already knew what Mosen’s plan was. It was simple, but very practical. Who could discover the poisonous plan hidden in the mattress? Even Mosen’s courage to rush to the sixth level of heaven could not be seen.

"Uncle, help me." Morin returned to the window and asked Morson to help him crawl out.

"Don't walk through the door?" Mosen said.

"It's better not to leave any extra traces." Morin said, half of his body had crawled out.

The design is practical and thoughtful. But just climbing through the window clumsyly, it was considered to have destroyed the aura that an assassin should have. Fortunately, Mosen is his own family and can understand Mosen's difficulties. If it were another employer, he would have lost confidence in the assassin.

"I'll collect the needle in the second half of the night, and then wait to collect the body for him!" Molin said as he slapped the messy clothes when he was rummaging over the window.

"Be careful when you leave." Mosen reminded. No matter how tolerant the school style of Zhaifeng College is, it is impossible not to take the life and death of students seriously. The college will definitely investigate thoroughly. Strangers like Mosin will inevitably easily arouse suspicion.

"Uncle, don't worry, I will deal with the aftermath when I come to collect the needle. No one will find that he died abnormally." Morin smiled confidently. After no such thing as climbing through the window, his assassin's temperament suddenly appeared again. After saying this, he walked in a direction where no one was going, and disappeared from Morson's sight soon.

Is this over? After watching Morin leave, Morson looked back at the cabin again. The annoying existence in the flowerbed that he liked the most was soon no longer. When he thought of this, Morson suddenly realized that he was not as expecting as he did when he designed the viewing pavilion in the morning, and his mood seemed to be a little heavy.

"I hope Su Tang is not too sad..." Mosen thought, and began to bow his head to take care of the flowers and plants. Only these can calm his heart.

The second half of the night.

A handful of starlight hangs in the sky, but for a perceiver who has reached the second level of heaven, this light is enough for him to distinguish everything.

A figure moved gently in the flowerbed, with occasional footsteps, but it happened to be mixed with the rustling sound caused by the wind blowing through the flowerbed.

If he was an excellent perceiver of the Soul of Mind, he might be able to tell the difference, but Morin knew that the person in the cabin had no perception at all, not to mention that he was now a dead person.

Even so, Morin still came to the window as lightly as possible, and then leaned over and built two footblocks under the window.

This is indeed a bit unsightly, but Molin is also very helpless when he has such a body. Of course, he also envies those guys who are outstanding in their skills and come and go like the wind. But the Mo family's body is so slow in the spirit of strength.

There is no way, I can only rely on wisdom to solve the problem.

Morin stepped on two footblocks and held his hands on the windowsill. Although the room was darker, as long as there was a little light, it would be no problem for a perceiver of the Second Heaven of the Clash of Soul to see things clearly.

Morin saw the target lying motionless on the bed, but at this moment, his stronger and more sensitive Sixth Level of Heavenly Soul conveyed a more accurate message to him.

wrong!

The temperature is wrong.

Although he had no touch, at this distance, Morin had already noticed the body temperature emitted by the target person. It was already the second half of the night. Unless this guy just fell asleep, he would not have such a body temperature in the middle of the night.

The situation is a little wrong, is it a further confirmation or...

Morin was still hesitating, but his body had moved on the bed.

flash!

Molin was wary of his heart. Although he was hesitating, he never relaxed his vigilance. As soon as his body moved slightly on the bed, he noticed it and left without hesitation.

Why didn't the poison needle work? Was it discovered?

Molin has great confidence in the toxin he has configured. His goal is nothing, and he has no explanation except that he is not stabbed.

Molin did not turn around, but just listened to the movements behind him. His pivot spirit is the most powerful, and he has reached the sixth level of heaven. By completing the integration with the spirit of the hero, he can reach the realm of the person who is connected and has more powerful abilities. But in addition to this, his other five spirits also have a certain level in addition to the spirit of power. The soul of the Ming spirit has reached the third level of heaven. At this distance, no movement or still can escape his ears.

Get up...get out of bed...go to the window...jumped out!

In Morin's extremely heavy sound of landing sounded behind him, and the target person actually chased him out.

Molin couldn't help but look back. The useless waste Uncle Mosen said was not that useless. At least he was very brave, although this courage seemed stupid to him.

Even if the Mo family, who are in poor health and extremely weak in power, are always more capable of fighting methods as perceptrons. Compared with ordinary people, they are completely two levels. This guy, even though he has no power of spirit, he dares to chase him out. This is probably the so-called fearlessness of the ignorant!

There is no perception, so this kid has no idea how powerful and terrifying the target he is chasing is.

Kill him directly?

cannot……

Although Morin has this ability, Morson repeatedly reminded him that it must be an accident, an accident that seems to others, not an abnormal death.
Chapter completed!