Jing Ke has lived for two lifetimes and has never been as embarrassed as he is now.

My hair is messy and I don't have time to comb.

One of the shoes on my feet fell off and I couldn't get it.

He ran quickly, his feet as if they had lost consciousness. The foot that had lost its shoes was separated by stones and could not feel it.

It can't feel it even if it is cut by a branch.

Running almost like consuming vitality.

I don’t know how long I ran, but I just knew that I couldn’t run from dark to dawn.

With a plop, he fell directly to the ground.

If it were someone else, it would be that his will had begun to blur, but Jing Ke, who had extremely strong willpower, just lay on the ground, gasping for breath. Not only did he not faint, his limbs slowly recovered their perception.

The sun began to shine on his face.

After recovering some strength, he wanted to stand up.

As soon as you exert force, an unbearable severe pain came from your hands and feet.

Especially with both hands, the wound broke and dyed the bandage red, and now it has solidified.

The flesh and blood clot together, and when you move a little, it will cause a heart-wrenching pain.

Fortunately, the place where he fell was conveniently next to a small river. He struggled to move to the river to drink some water, and recovered some energy.

If you don’t take this revenge, you will not be a human being!

After turning around and confirming that there were no pursuers behind, Jing Ke leaned against the trees by the river, thinking about the humiliation he suffered yesterday, and his face felt a burning pain.

He secretly made up his mind to kill everyone last night and not let the story of last night be spread.

It's just that this hand is injured...

Looking at his bandaged hands, a feeling of power surged up.

Anyone can say big talk.

But how to take revenge?

Li Ru assigned him the task to kill Yang Mo.

Now that the entire army is annihilated, I was proud to have issued a military order: I can't kill Yang Mo, so I came to see you.

All the soldiers assigned by the Jinyiwei were killed, and he could not go back in Chang'an.

The money on him is gone...

After staying in this world for a few months, Jing Ke, who was already very good at socializing, understood that in this world, a penny would not kill a hero.

In addition, he did not have a reputation in his previous life. Unless he was from the same world as him, the high-ranking officials and nobles of this dynasty had never heard of him as Jing Ke.

But after this incident, Jing Ke no longer dared to trust those who came from the same era as him.

He lay on the trunk of a tree, thinking something in his mind: Li Ru asked him to kill Yang Mo, wasn’t it just that he was going to kill someone with a knife?

On the surface, I have to trust myself and kill Yang Mo, but what about behind my back?

Who knows if he wants to use Yang Mo's hand to get rid of him, Jing Ke?

But if you don’t cooperate with those who know your reputation and rely on yourself to make a comeback, it’s like a fool.

What should I do?

Just as Jing Ke was thinking about where to go and what to do next, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Mr. Jing Ke, you made it easy for us to find..."

"who?"

Jing Ke's whole body became cold, and he quickly turned his head and saw two people flashing from behind the tree trunk.

He was dressed very strangely, with a gray robe covering his whole body, and a strange mask was worn on his face, with the word "无" written on the mask, which was very strange.

"Who are you?"

The two of them were dressed very strangely, and even Jing Ke, who was very brave, was shocked.

The two of them didn't answer, and directly covered Jing Ke's head with a sack.

Then, without waiting for Jing Ke to struggle, he smelled a strong fragrance.

The fragrance entered his nose, and Jing Ke, who was running with his vitality, did not fall into a coma. As a result, after smelling the fragrance, he fainted in a daze.

After opening his eyes again, the surrounding environment shocked Jing Ke.

He lay on a bed, with many beds next to him, all of which were neatly arranged.

Looking around, there were about a dozen pictures.

The room is big - it cannot be said to be a room, it is more like an extremely large prison, surrounded by hard walls.

A torch was inserted on the wall, illuminating the entire space.

There was a person sitting on each bed.

Some people were lying on the bed to rest, while others were sitting beside the bed, holding a long sword in their hands, and slowly rubbing it.

Some people were holding a book in their hands and watching it attentively.

He woke up and did not attract their attention. The few people around him looked at him and then continued to work on his own.

Where is this?

Jing Ke looked around in confusion and his heart sank.

Could it be that Yang Mo went back on his word, sent someone to catch up with him, and locked him in a special prison?

Suddenly I saw my hands and feet wearing new bandages, and it didn't hurt anymore.

To be precise, it’s not that it doesn’t hurt anymore, it’s that it’s that it’s no longer conscious.

“Where is this?”

His heart was full of curiosity and uneasiness, and Jing Ke asked the person closest to him.

The man was about thirty years old and was grinding a feather arrow.

When he heard Jing Ke’s question, he stopped his movements and looked up at him. He did not answer, his eyes were very cold.

"Brother..."

Jing Ke learned the name of the Northern Sui people and gave a meeting ceremony for the Northern Sui people: "Where is this place?"

He asked politely again, thinking that the other party did not answer because he was not etiquette enough.

But the man didn't say anything about it, but looked at him and then continued to grind his feather arrow.

Just as Jing Ke wanted to continue asking, the only door suddenly opened slowly, revealing three people.

Standing in the middle was a young man in his twenties, holding a folding fan in his hand and a smile on his face.

On both sides are two people wearing gray clothes and masked faces.

Apparently his subordinate.

Behind him was a group of people dressed up like this, but they were holding crossbows in their hands and aimed at the people in the room.

Jing Ke instinctively wanted to hide, but the dozen people in the room all looked calm and cold, looking at the young man with his eyes as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

The strong self-esteem made Jing Ke stop the urge to dodge, and with an uneasy heart, he sat on the bed waiting for what was going to happen next.

"Today you guys have new friends."

The young man walked into the house with a smile on his face and a very kind tone, without taking everyone's angry eyes in his heart.

"I'll introduce you to you that the newcomer is the famous Mr. Jing Ke who failed to assassinate Qin."

A young man's words attracted everyone to look at Jing Ke.

Among these people, some were accidents, some were surprised, some were disdainful, but more were frowning, as if they were confused, so why would he be caught?

Jing Ke didn't know what to do, and he didn't know how this young man knew his background.

But then, the young man's words made him widen his eyes in surprise.

"Mr. Jing Ke, everyone in this room is your colleague, all of whom are known as an assassin in history."

"For example, this person is Yaoli, who assassinated Guo Qingji, and this person is Zhuang Zhu, who assassinated Wang Liao... You should not recognize this person. He is Xu Gong, who assassinated Sun Ce. There were originally three people who assassinated Sun Ce, but unfortunately only one of them came here..."

"And I've really put a lot of effort in asking you guys to come."

The young man looked at Jing Ke and said, "But it is worth it to choose who is the number one assassin in the world since ancient times."
Chapter completed!