Chapter 60 Fear and...pleasure?

"Come in. ()" The altar owner shouted in a low voice.

However, there was only a 'dong' sound outside the door, and then there was no sound.

The altar owner frowned, stretched out his hand and took out a short blade from his coat. Then, he cautiously approached the door and looked out of the room through the peephole.

Outside the door, he saw the subordinate he sent out leaning against the door, motionless. There was no one behind him.

Succeeded?

However, the Altar Master felt something was not good in his heart. He quickly opened the door, his muscles tensed up, and he was ready to fight at any time.

As soon as the door opened, the subordinate who was leaning against the door suddenly fell towards him.

The altar owner stretched out his hand and dragged him into the room.

He looked outside the door carefully again to make sure he didn't find anyone else.

"What's going on?" He looked at the subordinate in his hand and asked sternly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Altar Master felt his hand sink. The subordinate in his hand twitched and fell softly to the ground.

The altar master immediately stretched out his hand and pressed on his subordinate's wrist. His pulse had stopped beating, and the energy and blood in his heart orifices had dissipated—completely dead? Didn't even have time to say a word!

He frowned and inspected his subordinate's body.

There were no wounds on the subordinate's body, no signs of struggle, only blood on the mask on his face.

The altar leader carefully used a short blade to lift the mask, and saw his subordinate's blue face, his eyes wide open and filled with bloodshot eyes, and smelly blood flowing out of his mouth.

The blood was mixed with a fishy smell. When the altar owner accidentally smelled the fishy smell, he suddenly felt dizzy.

"It's poison!"

The subordinate was poisoned and died, and the poison was extremely overbearing! It actually melted into the blood of his subordinate's body, turning his blood into poisonous blood. Now, just the smell of the poisonous blood of his subordinates is extremely poisonous.

The altar owner hurriedly took the detoxifying pill and circulated his true energy to expel toxins from his body.

Just the secondary poison is so overbearing. How terrifying will the poison itself be?

"Then Song Shuhang is indeed not a mortal."

damn it,

The words ‘freshman from Jiangnan University Town’, ‘young man who has just turned eighteen’, ‘parents are alive and gentle to others’ are all fake news.

Especially that damn 'gentle person'. How could a guy who uses such poison be a gentle person?

This information was all used by Song Shuhang to disguise his identity. It is certain that the other party... was training in the world of mortals!

Damn it, why do you have to make this experience so realistic? What a mess.

"Damn it, I can't get rid of this poison!" The altar owner gritted his teeth. The poison in his body actually took root in his body, making it difficult to get rid of it. If you want to completely remove toxins from your body, you may have to go into seclusion.

But now he doesn't have time.

This stupid subordinate actually came all the way here after being poisoned. His teammates, who are like pigs, are leading the way for their opponents!

Maybe Song Shuhang has already chased his subordinates here.

It’s not a good place to stay for a long time!

The altar owner organized his belongings as quickly as possible.

Before leaving, he sprinkled some zombie liquid on the corpse of his subordinate to destroy the corpse and eliminate any traces.

After everything was done, the altar owner covered his mouth and nose and jumped out of the hotel window. Under the cover of the night, he jumped away from the hotel.

The plan changed. After the poison in the body was driven out, we had to find other ways to contact this 'Senior Song' and exchange the spirit ghost from his hands.

The night... is still very long.

In the night, some people are happy, some are distressed, some are sad...all kinds of life!

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5 a.m. on June 6th.

Song Shuhang opened his eyes and was full of energy.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he suddenly frowned.

After tempering, his sense of smell was much sharper than ordinary people, and a faint smell of blood lingered in the air.

And the bedroom door was actually open - in June, Song Shuhang and the other three roommates would never open the bedroom door when they were sleeping. Because this season is when mosquitoes are most arrogant, if you don’t have the consciousness to sacrifice yourself to feed the mosquitoes, you won’t sleep with the door open.

"Is Tubo and the others back?" Song Shuhang guessed in his mind.

But when I looked around, I couldn't find any sign of my roommate.

Through the bedroom, you can vaguely see that the French door to the rooftop is also open.

"Meet a thief?" Song Shuhang's heart tightened. This was not the first time he encountered a thief in the boys' dormitory, especially those who lived on the second floor, which was a floor that thieves particularly liked to visit.

No, Song Shuhang turned over and jumped up. He was too lack of vigilance! There are twenty pairs of medicinal herbs for 'body quenching fluid' in his locker, which is something that even money can't buy.

If these medicinal materials were stolen, he would have to cry and faint in the toilet.

When he stood up, Shuhang's eyes were fixed on the ground - there was a handleless blade. Extremely sharp and glowing with cold light.

This is a thin knife with a sharp handle, without a handle. It should be used between fingers or used with other tools. To use such a blade requires certain skills and skills, and it cannot be used by non-experts. This knife is definitely not used to cut fruit. It is a vicious blade that kills people without blood.

A thief has neither the need nor the strength to use such an off-beat weapon.

Coupled with the smell of blood in the air... the other party is not a thief!

If it’s not for money, then it’s for life?

Then who does the other party want to kill?

Who else could it be... I was the only one in the dormitory. Moreover, the three roommates are just ordinary college students, and it is unlikely that a killer will be recruited to deal with them.

A fatal disaster.

In an instant, Song Shuhang's heart beat several times faster.

He picked up the blade on the ground, and thousands of thoughts surged into his mind, unable to calm down.

I remembered that yesterday when I was sleeping like a pig, someone came over and wanted to stab him, and I suddenly felt scared. Although I don’t know why the other party didn’t kill him, he was wandering on the line between life and death!

Even though he had already started building the foundation, he was still an ordinary college student two days ago. Suddenly someone wanted to kill him. If he could be as calm as a senior monk, he would be a ghost!

However, Song Shuhang only allowed himself to take three breaths of confusion before silently practicing the "True Self Meditation Sutra" to force himself to calm down.

"Ever since I chose to become a monk, I am no longer afraid of death." Song Shuhang opened his eyes and became more determined.

When he said these words and strengthened his awareness as a monk, the "True Self Meditation Sutra" inspired him to a deeper level. The ‘true self’ in consciousness exudes an otherworldly aura. This is the ‘true self’ re-recognizing himself, no longer an ordinary person, but a monk!

When he opened his eyes again, Song Shuhang gently pressed his heart.

The heartbeat... is still a little fast, but it's not fear.

This is a kind of joy that comes from deep inside!

The other party's assassination, this feeling of possibly facing death, made him feel... very interesting!

Even if he was the one who was assassinated. But this kind of thing that would not happen in the "script" of the ordinary college student world really made him feel entertained and happy.

At that moment, Song Shuhang had some doubts about whether something in his mind was wrong.

"If the person really wants to take my life, maybe... he has something to do with the guy who collected my information at school the day before yesterday."

Song Shuhang was thinking, playing with the handleless blade between his fingers. The blade shuttled between his fingers like a dancing butterfly.

When he learned from Zhuge Yue that someone was searching for information on him, he thought about the other party's identity.

"The delinquents outside the school can be ruled out. After all, they are just ordinary students, and they live under the rule of law. It is impossible to hire a killer just because of a small conflict - if the delinquents were so obsessed with it, the world would have been unified long ago ”

"In addition, the possibility of following the pharmacist is not very likely. Most of the people who follow the pharmacist are asking for help from the pharmacist. Unless they are guys with extreme personalities, they will have the idea of ​​kidnapping me and threatening the pharmacist. But this possibility too low."

"Other than that... there is only Soft Yu's incident." Song Shuhang pulled out the pendant and looked at the 'Soul-Sealing Ice Bead' on it.

The cool breath coming from the ice beads made his brain more flexible, his thinking quick, and his imagination widened.

During the Soft Feather incident, there was one thing that made Song Shuhang very concerned in retrospect!