At this moment, the firelight shone brightly on the wall of Guangzong City. There are only some dark corners inside and outside the city wall that are still occupied by darkness. However, these corners are not enough to accommodate too many people to stay. Even if someone wants to hide his tracks with the help of darkness, he can't hide the patrol gazes of the Yellow Turban soldiers guarding the city at the top of the city.

Behind the city wall, behind Guangzong City, there was darkness. The whole city entered the night and became extremely quiet. Most areas were also dark, and only the houses in some places had fires faintly appeared.

On the streets, from time to time, Yellow Turban soldiers patrolling with torches walked by. The sound of footsteps of the steps seemed extremely harsh in the dark. There was no sound of insects or human voices. If the patrolling Yellow Turban soldiers did not see the backs of their companions in front of them and the light reflected by the torches in their hands, they would have a lonely and helpless mood in such an environment.

Under the strict defense at the top of the city, the defense in the city was not relaxed, and these patrol soldiers who appeared from time to time could explain everything. Even if the entire Guangzong City is now in control, even if there are tens of thousands of Yellow Turban troops stationed in Guangzong City, Zhang Jiao and others cannot relax.

"Captain, how could someone get into the city now? Is it too much to make a fuss?" Along the breathing, footsteps, and the "bang" sound of Mars jumping with torches, a Yellow Turban soldier seemed to be unable to stand the dullness and spoke.

"Shut up." The captain of the patrol team at the front of the team did not look back and scolded. His eyes swept across the streets, and all he saw was empty and the wooden doors of the tightly closed houses, and no abnormality was found.

"There are their reasons for doing this. We just need to follow the orders!" As he said this, the captain disagreed. In the patrol day after day, night after night, neither the team he led or the patrol team led by others, he did not find any enemies. Now he no longer had the serious focus when he was patrolling, at most he was just a formal perfunctory approach.

The dark night was still very long, and they could take a rotation rest after the patrol.<>Thinking of this, the captain of the Yellow Turban Squadron could not help but speed up and led a team of Yellow Turban soldiers behind him, and disappeared at the end of the street with the light in his hands.

After they left, the entire street fell into a quiet darkness again. The moon in the sky had already disappeared in the clouds, and I don’t know where it was hidden. Without the moonlight, the night seemed even deeper.

Perhaps many people exist with a fear and awe when facing darkness, and many sins also appear in the deep darkness of the night. Some people are afraid, and naturally some people will use the hidden colors of nature, but this does not affect the perception of a small bug, who truly dominates the night.

It was originally in a corner of the street, and it was chirping happily under the steps in front of the tightly closed wooden door, and the sound of insects made abruptly stopped.

A black figure appeared on the long street. Perhaps he was here, hiding in an unnoticed corner. After the patrolling Yellow Turban team passed, he reappeared and continued walking on the street.

He was wearing black clothes, and he was not separated from the night. Only the light flashing from time to time in his eyes could distinguish him from the night. Even if the Yellow Turban Captain who had just patroled, he was standing here and seeing this scene, he was afraid he couldn't believe it. He just glanced over and saw a piece of still darkness in the corner he saw, which was the man in black who appeared now.

His steps were extremely light, and the soft boots under his feet stepped on the ground, and even a slight sound was not made, like a ghost.

While walking, he was searching for the darkness. He was originally hiding in the darkness, but he was a little uncomfortable with appearing from the hidden corner. What's more, he, who was supposed to be quietly waiting for his prey to appear in the darkness, now appears in the light. Yes, even though the night is still so dark, the surroundings are even more covered by darkness, and he is wearing black clothes all over his body. But when he walked openly on the street, no matter whether it was pitch black or not, it was as dark as ink, as if it was exposed to the midday sun.

He knew that he had now become someone else's prey, the hunter's prey hidden in the deeper darkness. <>But he still had to come out and become the prey in the cold eyes that could not be felt, and reveal his back without any scruples.

Why was he so clear that he could know that the man's eyes were cold? That was because when he was hiding in the darkness, he looked at the prey he was preparing to hunt, his eyes and heart were extremely cold. Therefore, he believed that even if there were many differences, when they were preparing to kill, what was revealed in their eyes and what was mixed in their hearts were exactly the same.

The familiar darkness that was originally mixed with him, and the darkness that was not distinguished from each other was at this moment, and at this moment, he felt malice. The omnipresent malice and the murderous intent were everywhere. It was precisely because he was in this darkness and did not hide his figure at all that night had become the enemy he had to face now.

"Dongdongdongdongdong." The heart was beating. He tried hard to calm his heart down, but he could not do too much. The heart beat strongly and felt so deeply that he could even know the process of the heart muscle contracting inward and expanding outward when it was beating.

When facing death and waiting for this process, he suddenly realized that he was not as cold as usual. At least when facing others and giving death to others, he was so fragile when facing others and waiting for others to give death to others, and when he was waiting for others to give death to others, he was no different from those who had died in his hands and the dagger in his hand.

He was just a bait to lure the shadow hidden deeper in the darkness, but it seemed too deliberate. If it were someone else and himself, he wouldn't take action at this moment, but if it were the person he tempted, he knew that he would!

There are now three forces in Guangzong City. The biggest one is the Yellow Turban side, which has the strength to suppress the two forces. The other side is the force that is dominated by them and the forces hiding in the darkness. Under the formation of Guangzong City, a large net is laid out. It closely monitors the progress of the Yellow Turban Battle at any time and is ready to take action at any time to help the weaker side and keep the battle of Guangzong stalemate. The third party is a force that suddenly appeared. This force suddenly appeared and destroyed several of their strongholds with the power of thunder!

Although the Yellow Turban power is the largest force and has the ability to crush, it has not noticed the existence of the latter two.<>It is not known because the latter two are hidden in the darkness and appear only in the night.

Walking forward, the man in black had a timetable for the Yellow Turban team patrolling the city. The next Yellow Turban team would not appear on this street ten minutes later. And these ten minutes are the time for them to fight. Although it is just an afternoon tea time, for those who live in the darkness, life and death can be clearly distinguished in the first three minutes.

Every nerve was tensed, and it seemed very relaxed on the surface, but his attention had spread. His ears, eyes, and even his heart were sensing the movements around him. But... calm, extremely calm, from the time he appeared to walking on the street, the wind was calm and there was nothing unusual.

"Can't you come out?" When the street was about to step out and the end of the street was right in front of you, this thought could not help but appear in the mind of the man in black.

There are both disappointment and gratitude. Disappointment is that the people in the forces that are hidden deeper and threatening are not shown. Fortunately, he doesn't have to die, because the traps that have been used as bait have all died.

A flaw appeared in his heart, and he didn't even notice it when he appeared on the first day of the New Year. But the next moment, he was shocked.

One skill that an assassin learned and mastered is waiting. He waited for the enemy to relax, waited for the enemy to reveal his flaws, and waited for a little gap in the enemy's mind. No matter how long the wait was, there would always be the moment when it ended, and that moment was always accompanied by blood. He understood and personally tried this principle, but now, a gap appeared in his mind.

A flash of god, a thought, and a breath of relief in his chest. This was nothing in normal times, but here, at this moment, was enough to let him fall into the abyss.

A hand appeared between the neck of the man in black, with his five fingers long, like exquisite porcelain, which was a palm that many women envied. But at this moment, in his palm, the existence of a dagger was enough to prove that this was not a beautiful hand.

Gently retracted back, the dagger cut through the skin on the neck of the man in black and embedded it in. Another thrust, blood splattered out, and the man in black kept shaking and trembling, and finally softened, without a single sound.

Behind him was another black figure, not knowing where it came from, at least not the dead man in black could understand. He suddenly rolled toward the side, and made two "hard" sounds, and two arrows were nailed to the ground that was just standing.

As if he had a spring under his feet, after using his roll to avoid the attacking arrows, the man in black immediately jumped up at a faster speed and ran to a place where he could hide. Every time he just left, new feathered arrows would appear where he was before. As long as he was a little slower, the man in black might be injured or even die at any time.

But a slight difference or a thousand miles of loss, he took extremely fast and light steps and often passed by death. In his heart, perhaps there was no word death?

As early as when he decided to take action, he had already found out that the location of each house, every corner where he could hide his body, and even the debris in some dark places on the street appeared in his mind in an orderly manner. He stood here like a street where he had lived for many years, even like the residents who had lived on this street for more than ten years.

Everything was so familiar, so familiar that he had no extra pause, and changed positions in every dark corner. The darkness he encountered was not separated from him even when he appeared and was exposed to his body. He seemed to be born familiar with darkness, and even the night blended with it.

He was able to leave, but he did not, panic appeared in his actions. The two hunters behind him were even more unwilling to give up on their prey that had already stepped into the trap and were now in trouble. Especially at such a time, those arrows that were always one line away from each other were able to hit the opponent, which made them unable to give up, because only a little bit away from them, they could completely wash away the shame they had suffered for several nights.

Meng Xinghun stopped, turned around, waved his arms, and accurately knocked down the feather arrow with the dagger. Until now, there was no panic on his face. The reason for stopping was not because there was no way out, but because the game was over.

This night is born to belong to them, and no one is more familiar with the night than them. It is as dark as ink, as thin as water, and the smell of blood that has not yet disappeared on the tip of the nose is so fascinating.

In the darkness behind, another figure appeared. The two men were already standing, feeling that they had grasped the overall situation, and the delicate crossbow in their hands pointed behind Meng Xinghun's man in black.

In the Guangzong camp, Cao Cao was walking towards the commander's tent. In fact, he only slept for two hours today and spent most of his time in the commander's tent. There were also people who stayed asleep all night in the commander's tent, and tonight was the last discussion.

"How is it? Has it disappeared from the city?" Cao Cao asked as he walked.

"It's almost done." Zhuying nodded, stepped on a tiny branch under her feet, and it was cut off by him with a click.

"The moment they attack the city, they will assassinate the senior generals of the Yellow Turban Army and create chaos."

"Are they reliable?" Cao Cao continued to ask. He was very suspicious of the credibility of those people. After all, those who came for the sake of profit would naturally turn against each other for profit.

Zhuying nodded without hesitation and said, "Yes."

"Meng De, you should know that both individuals and organizations have their own credibility. Once their credibility does not exist, then no one will trust him."

"And they are essentially businessmen, aren't they? So naturally, what they value most is interests."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!