This villain, please exercise some restraint.

"Although I don't know why you would issue such a mission that seems to have to kill me...but if you just want to get the secret code, I can indeed give you the reward I promised."

The white-haired boy's voice was very calm, but on his raised face, fine beads of sweat had already wet the broken hair on his forehead.

"So...are you going to hire me from DD?"

The thug looked at the embarrassed white-haired boy. He was indeed a little moved by the tenfold reward promised by the person in front of him, but he was not stupid. Becoming the thug of the person in front of him meant being an enemy of the Sword Sect and almost all players. In this way After all, ten times the reward is not that much.

The white-haired boy pondered for a moment, then nodded: "If this is in line with your organization's process, I think the result is yes."

The thug was silent, but after some consideration, he finally shook his head.

He is indeed capable, and even ranks fourth in the DD player rankings, but unfortunately, he is not stupid, and there is no need for him to antagonize the entire player group for the so-called reward promised by the person in front of him.

He could almost imagine how the person in front of him would be hunted endlessly in the next three days.

What's more, since the mission of [Seeker] was released, he has also heard about the discussions and explorations between players about the person in front of him. Although it is a bit far-fetched, but...

The thug had to admit that he was unconsciously wary of the murderer who might be stabbing "Mian" in the back.

So--

"...Evil Eyes."

The rapidly spreading crimson instantly penetrated the gap between the hair and pounced on the thug's eyes. The thug was frozen, and the five-pointed star hidden weapon pinched in the palm of his hand fell to the ground in an instant before it was released.

Fear instantly appeared on the thug's face, accompanied by undisguised sadness and powerlessness.

The white-haired boy took out the healing powder and bandages from his space backpack, and then pulled out the pentagram hidden weapon on his thigh with a pale face and an expressionless expression.

Just when he was about to apply the healing powder to bandage it, he stopped when the slightly green and bloody blood began to flow from the wound.

A sharper pain hit him instantly, making Shi Bin's already extremely pale face look a little darker.

Hidden weapons are poisonous.

The thug in front of him is probably not an ordinary character even in the thug organization. This weapon, and the white feather sleeve arrow from another thug he got before, both have additional damage.

Shi Si's eyes were fixed on the pentagram dart dropped by the thug. The moment his fingertips touched the dart, the dart actively attracted to his palm and disappeared.

"..."

There was no pain, the dart seemed to... just disappear quietly.

The scene of the thug firing darts flashed quickly in the white-haired boy's mind. Soon, he raised his hand, his mind moving slightly.

A five-pointed star dart appeared at the fingertips in an instant. Immediately, with a rather skillful force, the small part sank into the thug's arm.

Bright red blood immediately surged out. Shi Bang looked intently and saw that unlike him, the thug in front of him did not seem to be affected by the toxins on the hidden weapon.

"Sister...can you please don't leave...don't leave me alone, sister...all problems will be solved, don't be so desperate, don't be so...desperate."

"elder sister......"

"elder sister!!"

The blood in his eyes faded, and the thug screamed. The look of fear on his usually cold face was even worse.

But immediately, he saw the boy in white standing in front of him, raised his head slightly, and saw that the white-haired boy's expression had become abnormal due to excessive blood loss and toxin infection.

Blinking his eyes, the thug seemed to have not fully recovered from the nightmare: "What did you do to me? Why... why did I see... see my sister."

He desperately wanted to know the answer to this question.

"Sorry, I may not be able to answer you the answer to this text picture, because... I'm going to die."

The white-haired boy said this.

The thug subconsciously took a step back, but then, his sister's figure appeared in his mind. Then, the figure disappeared, and another white, calm figure flashed away, reflecting the outline of his sister.

The temperament of her former sister was very similar to hers, but upon closer inspection, they were not very similar.

But since that first encounter, he has never seen that NPC again... which may be related to the Tarot element.

The gate of the Martial Arts Alliance tightly blocked the thoughts hidden deep in his heart...from the longing for his sister.

"Priestess...sister..."

The thug muttered to himself, "They said that you often follow Mian. Do you know the priestess? Where is she...?"

He also wanted to know the answer to this question.

"I'm dying."

His inquiry yielded similar statements.

"It just so happens that I know everything you want to know."

"But you know, a dead man doesn't answer any questions."

This statement clearly implies something, or in other words, threatens something.

The five fingers of the thug trembled. He stared at the dying appearance of the young man in front of him. Then, he silently took out a bottle of light green powder from his space backpack and sprinkled it on the wound of the man in front of him.

The wound that had turned dark green was quickly turning red. The white-haired boy squinted his eyes, sprinkled the healing powder on it with quick movements, and then bandaged the wound in twos and twos.

Then he swallowed the so-called "blood-restoring medicine" together.

The healing medicine obtained with high experience points is quite effective. In a short period of time, although the pain is still there, the blood has stopped flowing out.

Although he needs to continue to recover, in the current situation, as long as he does not suffer fatal injuries, his fate is temporarily saved.

"Can you tell me the answer now? You know, if I want you to die, I can do it at any time."

The thug calmed down and said so. His hand subconsciously wanted to squeeze out a dart, but the empty fingertips made his brain go blank for a moment.

As if in hindsight, he saw that what was being inserted into his right arm was already bleeding out a little green blood.

Unlike other players in this world, he has no sense of pain, so he has always been slow to physical damage.

What's more, after experiencing the stimulation of the devil's eye, his thoughts were obviously not on himself.

The three five-pointed star darts shot out of the air were inserted into his body in the gap where the thug turned his head. He didn't even notice it until he felt that he couldn't breathe.

The thug's body was shaky, and then with confusion and confusion, he fell directly to the ground, and then dissipated.

"It turns out that it's not that it's not affected, but...it takes a certain amount of time for the poison to develop."

The white-haired boy stared expressionlessly at the place where the thug disappeared, and calmly came to such a conclusion.

"But death from fatal injuries does not take time."

Smiling slightly, the white-haired boy lowered his head and looked at his empty palm.

But he knew that as long as he had a slight thought, the five-pointed star dart hidden with poison would fly away along the arc he threw.

It's... quite an excellent weapon.