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He Zhizhou thought to himself. Not good.

Not just bad, not good at all.

A person appeared in front of him.

The alleyway was not wide, and it could only fit one person. The two of them felt crowded, barely able to get away from each other.

The masked man had come in just as He Zhizhou was about halfway through his journey. His origin was unknown, but it was not hard to guess.

The purpose of the masked man's visit was none other than He Zhizhou.

Since he was wearing a mask, he had come with ill intentions.

He Zhizhou hadn't felt the malice of others in a long time. In the current Suzhou City, no one dared to openly go against "Little Chi Lane", especially to look for the Military Advisor.

It wasn't that no one was looking for trouble with the Military Advisor, but that those people were all dead. From then on, no one dared to find trouble with the Military Advisor.

Various sects and schools in Suzhou City were terrified of "Little Pool Lane".

Fear of scruples.

He was utterly astonished by the Military Advisor.

"Little Chi Lane" will annihilate the unconvinced sects, not leaving a single dog or chicken.

He was afraid that Chan would silently kill the enemy.

The Military Advisor, on the other hand, had many methods that could put a person in a life or death dilemma.

He couldn't live, he couldn't die.

Those who had tried to assassinate the advisors were all wailing in grief. They were dying, but they could not die. From their body to their mind and body, they had completely disappeared.

This was the terrifying aspect of a strategist.

The truly tragic methods of "Little Chi Lane", other than being cautious of Zen, no one else knew the specific truth.

He Zhizhou's "fingertip Quicksand" could channel his inner force outside of his body into other people's bodies. The surge of inner force traveled all over the body, causing unbearable pain. However, no matter what, it would not cause anyone to faint from the pain. This internal force was very unique. Unless it was He Zhizhou himself, no one could force it out of his body.

Therefore, even though He Zhizhou realized that the masked man was an expert, even though the situation was dire, he was still worried about him.

Since Su He was not the person who had killed the people from the Fragrant Storey yesterday, then this person who dared to come in the daytime with ill intentions was most likely the real culprit.

He Zhizhou firmly believed that the masked man was the murderer.

Although he had killed quite a few people, he did not think that they were the culprits. However, he believed that the culprit behind the murder of the Xiang Tang at Little Chi Lane was none other than the culprit.

He Zhizhou wanted to meet the masked man with "Fingertip Flowing Sand".

After not making a move for a long time, his fingers were starting to itch.

He had once been an Elementary Scholar, but from the first time he had killed someone to the moment he saw blood, not only did he not feel disgust or fear, he was instead eager to give it a try.

He calmly continued to walk forward as the masked man got closer and closer to him.

At this moment, the lantern in the masked man's hand emitted an orange-yellow light. It had actually grown thicker.

The dim, dim, and dense light of the lamp seemed to illuminate the day.

The lantern light illuminated the night and not the day. The masked man was carrying a lantern, which was very strange, and this light gave off a feeling of being able to illuminate the day, making it even stranger and more unpredictable.

This was exactly what He Zhizhou felt.

As the orange light grew thicker, dimmer, and dimmer, the masked man had already walked to the opposite side of He Zhizhou.

He Zhizhou had already condensed a strand of inner Qi at the tip of his finger. He was ready to unleash it at any time.

He was ready to attack, but he didn't, not yet.

The masked man moved.

He raised his hand and pointed.

Two fingers.

— First finger and middle finger.

It was the masked man's weapon.

— The finger arts he practiced?

A surge of energy rushed towards He Zhizhou. He didn't dare to attack yet.

He wanted to retreat.

He retreated, and the masked man's two fingers chased after him.

He Zhizhou jumped up and used both his feet to prop himself up against the walls on both sides. He looked down at the ground and similarly pointed his fingers at the masked man.

He also confronted the enemy with a finger.

However, his fingertip condensed his unique inner force. As long as it touched the masked man's body and entered his body, the masked man would be at his mercy.

No one had been able to escape his "fingertip quicksand".

His finger was too gentle, and the strand of inner energy from his fingertip was like quicksand, fluttering in the wind. However, if it touched someone, that person would undoubtedly die.

Could a masked man hide?

He did not dodge.

His two fingers were raised high, but there was a ray of light.

An invisible but seemingly bright light.

How can two fingers have light?

It was not the fingers that shone, but the sword.

It was a streak of sword-light.

Because fingers were swords, and light was sword light.

There was only one person in the martial arts world who could use a finger as a sword or kill with a finger as a sword — "his words are true!"

He Zhizhou's face was aghast. He turned around and swept forward. As soon as he landed, he saw the torn clothes on his chest.

At this moment, he truly felt that the situation was bad, extremely bad.

"Little Pool Lane" and "Prophecy" have always been the same, never hostile, "Little Pool Lane" developed forces, "Promises" kill.

A gang.

An assassin.

The two were incomparable.

This was a different kind of assassin, ordinary people wouldn't be able to hire him.

He was a proud assassin. The enemies of "Little Chi Lane" in Suzhou City were not qualified enough to ask for important figures to kill "Little Chi Lane".

Besides, the other killers were assassins.

And the word "prophetic" was an open killing.

Before killing someone, he would definitely inform the person who was killed when he would come for his life.

People in the martial arts world called it a "death warrant."

He was an arrogant, yet frightening, assassin who had never failed.

The word "prophetic" referred to the sword.

He used his fingers as a sword and his sword as a weapon to kill people.

He was the only one in the martial arts world.

What made He Zhizhou feel bad was the fact that he had never received a "death order", which seemed to have come true.

A person who had not issued a "death order" was just about to kill him.

He Zhizhou couldn't believe it at first, but he had no choice but to believe it.

Using fingers as a sword, who else could it be?

He could not figure out why the phrase 'might be true' did not give him a death warrant. That was the strangest part.

"Just who are you?" This was the first time He Zhizhou was frightened. He shouted in rage to cover up the fear in his heart.

The masked man did not reply, but he did.

Pointing Sword was a response.

However, He Zhizhou was going to risk his life.

He believed that it was only a delusion to escape from the hands of the saying, so he gave it his all and tried to find a way out.

He roared angrily, his eyes were about to split open while a majestic stream of power shot out from his fingertips.

This was his life-saving move, and also the hidden deathblow of "Fingertip Flowing Sand." Or perhaps this was the true "fingertip Flowing Sand".

Unfortunately, he made a mistake in his cultivation and instead produced a strange result. He was able to insert his inner force into the body of another person, making it like torture. It was a fate worse than death.

However, at this moment of life and death, he forcefully broke through his acupuncture points and gathered his inner strength. It was even more powerful, stronger, and unstoppable than the Finger Sword.

The masked man pressed his body against the wall. He Zhizhou's attack had failed.

He deliberately missed.

The energy on He Zhizhou's fingertips didn't dissipate. He waved his hands like a masked man sweeping across.

Suddenly, He Zhizhou couldn't help but glance at the lantern in the masked man's hand.

From start to finish, no matter how fast the masked man was, the lantern had remained steady without moving at all.

The lantern light was unexpectedly rather dazzling.

At this moment, He Zhizhou realized that he couldn't move anymore. He stopped waving his hands and the energy around his fingertips dissipated in an instant.

The only thing that could move was his head.

He lowered his head to look at the blood dripping from his chest, then looked up into the masked man's eyes and suddenly shouted, "You —"

He only said the word "you" half a sentence, yet He Zhizhou's life force was already gone.

And at the end of the alleyway, a person suddenly appeared.

That person was actually Su He.

At this moment, he even wanted to pay a visit to Luo Congju who had just returned from the Luo Mansion. After passing through the alleyway, he heard a hasty but short, yet inconceivable, roar of rage.

It was the word "you".

He turned his head to look at the alleyway and saw two people.

There was also a person holding a lantern in the motionless He Zhizhou.

Just now, Yi Lianshan had made it clear to him about He Zhizhou's identity, telling him to be careful.

Who would have thought that just as the two met, He Zhizhou would actually be killed.

Su He could see that He Zhizhou was dead.

And it was the man with the lantern who killed it.

The man holding the lantern also saw Su He. His face was covered, and his pair of indifferent eyes contained a faint, shallow, and cold killing intent.

He Zhizhou was dead, and the person with the killing intent was Su He.

Su Xiao was just thinking that the masked man wanted to kill him to silence him, when he saw that the masked man seemed to hesitate, and turned to leave.

Su Xiao was curious, his previous self had passed through the alley and just as he was about to leave the alley, he suddenly thought of something and leaped.

After the masked man's attack failed, he rushed towards Su He who was still in the middle of the impact.

Su He was in the air, his body turning, facing the masked man.

The masked man pressed his two fingers together, pointing towards Su He.

These were two fingers, but they carried sword Qi.

Halfway through, he retracted the finger sword, and the sword Qi also dissipated.

The masked man was gone.

The orange lantern was gone.

Su Xiao looked in the direction where the masked man disappeared, his eyes focused, he once again walked into the alleyway, and checked on the injury on Shi Zhi zhou's chest.

It was a sword wound.

One sword.

The masked man was empty-handed, and had used his finger to attack. The sword wound must have been caused by the masked man using his finger as a sword.

What Su Xiao could not understand was why the masked man would suddenly pull back.

He could clearly feel the killing intent on the finger sword.

This sword might not be able to harm him.

The masked man suddenly left without a word.

Su He heard the sound of footsteps and saw another dead person at his feet. Moreover, this dead person was the advisor of "Little Chi Lane".

He was not afraid of trouble, but he did not like unnecessary trouble.

On the way to the Luo Residence, Su He remembered the masked men.

Su Xiao's memory was very good, he had never seen a person with his own eyes before, so he could remember anyone he had met before, even if they had eyes.

He had definitely never seen the masked man's eyes before.

Fang Jingmei seemed to be using a finger sword.

The masked man pointed at the sword as well.

But the masked man's eyes were not like Fang Jingtian's.

Fang Jingmeng's gaze was cold, but it was also cold and indifferent.

The eyes of the masked man were cold and indifferent, like nothing in the world.

These two kinds of indifference had completely different meanings.

Fang Jingmeng was also known as' Promising ', Su He had also heard of his style of handling matters, so if he were to kill someone, he would not dare to show his face. All the people who had seen Su He's true appearance, with the exception of Su He, were dead.

Not only that, when that person attacked him earlier, the sword qi produced by his finger attacks was extremely intense. It was as though he was purposely reminding Qin Wentian of this fact. Otherwise, if the masked man were to make a move quietly, Su He would definitely be injured.

The masked man purposefully reminded Su He that he was just using the sword to blame Su He.

Everyone in the martial arts world knew that the 'prophetic' was an expert who used his fingers as a sword. This person was going to bring the blame to Fang Jingtian.

He wanted to use "Little Chi Lane" to kill Fang Jingtian.

He Zhizhou had just met Su He, and the masked man had killed him, just in time for Su He to see.

Su He was a witness.

And he was a witness among the masked candidates.

He definitely knew that Su He and Fang Jing had dreamed about it. Moreover, they would pass by this place again to visit the Luo Mansion.

This was a person who understood Su He.

As for the other party, he probably knew about it very well.

Maybe it was Fang Jingmeng's old friend.

He was also Fang Jingmeng's enemy.

Fang Jingmeng's enemy had plotted against Su Xiao, implicating him within.

Su He decided to stay out of this matter for the time being.

Master was right. Once one entered the martial arts world, he would be forced to do so.

Su Xiaoxiao now experienced the feeling of being unable to control herself.

He went down the mountain to increase his cultivation, not to be someone else's chess piece.

He touched the marriage contract in his bosom. It was Miss Luo's birthday. He raised his head and saw the Luo Residence before him.

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