Volume 1: The Bridge Man Chapter 43: Can the shadow soldiers master the skills of their master?
Looking at the current situation, even a fool could tell that the seven blood-robed high priests were gathering together.
Does this Soul-Devouring Blood Robe have such ability?
Now Qiao Ji could only pretend to be cool and aloof, not daring to speak or move.
Judging from the posture of these people, they seemed to have power here as well. He estimated that he might not be able to defeat them, because Officer Cheng Jun had told him that the leaders of the Original Sin faction seemed to be good at psychic powers.
These blood-robed chief priests are very well-informed and have already known the official news.
But what they didn't know was that Qiao Ji had also absorbed the soul of the previous high priest, and the Soul-Devouring Blood Robe was in his hands.
"You are looking for death!" he shouted in a loud voice.
"Come here, and I will give you death."
A contemptuous voice spoke mocking words.
"Okay, stop saying these meaningless words. I've been talking for so long, but I haven't seen you guys actually fight. I'll be happy if you kill one of them." A disgusting and sticky voice sounded, "Let's discuss how to take back the altar. This is the most important thing."
The contemptuous voice also regained some seriousness and said, "The altar is now in the hands of the Chinese government and has disappeared. Has anyone of you found any clues?"
"Ha~" A yawn sounded, and the lazy child's voice said, "I have news. One of the Yujing Thirteen Tombs has been dug up. The altar should be inside now."
A deep and rich voice said, "That place seems to be the ancient imperial mausoleum of China. It is said that it is a small world in itself with only one entrance. How do we get in?"
The lazy child said, " I don't know about this. This is all I have heard. However, the fact that the Chinese government can place the altar there shows that they trust the security measures there. Do you have any good ideas?"
There was silence.
"Since you have no idea, let's go back and think about it. We should find a way to get in. We must get the altar back."
The sticky voice said, then looked at Qiao Ji, "Why didn't you speak today? Are you seriously injured? Do you want to come to your sister? She can help you heal."
"Hehe, be careful if you are injured. Don't let us find you."
The last person spoke up, his voice seemed to be sizing up Qiao Ji, like a python entwining him, as if it was about to swallow him up at any moment, with an indescribable chill, "I think everyone should have sent someone to look for you."
"I'm not interested. I'm leaving first." After the child said this, thick fog enveloped him and disappeared on the rib where he was standing.
"I don't like wasting my energy either. Let's go. You should find the altar back as soon as possible." The man with a loud voice also summoned thick fog, which wrapped himself up and disappeared on the spot.
The others didn't say anything and just disappeared.
In the end, only Qiao Ji and the blood-robed high priest with a sticky and disgusting voice and who looked neither male nor female were left.
She said she was the younger sister, but Qiao Ji, who had downloaded an anti-fraud app in his previous life, didn't believe it at all.
Most likely it's another dead shemale.
"You really don't want my help? Do you still want revenge, or do you have a crush on the child who helps you get revenge?"
Qiao Ji's heart skipped a beat.
This seems to be talking about myself, right?
"Ah, did I guess right? I heard that the child can summon sea water, which seems to be a very good ability. I am also a little tempted. What should I do? Brother, why don't you give it to your sister?"
Qiao Ji didn't know what to say. He knew too little about them and it would be easy to be exposed if he said anything.
So, he tried to think about leaving in his mind.
Sure enough, the fog around me grew thicker, blurring everything, and then suddenly dissipated.
He appeared in his own memory space.
On the huge corpse in the foggy space, only a blood-stained figure remained.
"He didn't say a word. Is there really something wrong with him? Is the injury irreversible? Haha, that's really great!" The last blood-robed high priest laughed softly.
"But there are too many eyes on Tongcheng right now, I'm afraid he has already left -
No, if he can’t heal the injury of spiritual separation, I’m afraid he won’t be able to go far. It seems that we still have to send someone to Tongcheng to check it out.”
…
Did I just have a meeting with other Blood-Cloaked Priests?
Only after returning to the memory space did Qiao Ji breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that the Blood-Cloaked High Priests could not see each other's true bodies, or they could not tell them apart through the Soul-Devouring Blood-Cloaked Robe?
Otherwise, how could they not know that someone had been replaced?
But these bad guys are really resourceful. They actually have a place specifically for holding meetings. Judging from what they just said, this should not be the first time they have held such a meeting.
And he actually disguised himself as the Blood-Clothed High Priest, even though it was passive. But this kind of thing was too bizarre. How could ordinary people have such an opportunity?
It seems that they are well-informed and know that 'themselves', the former Blood-robed High Priest, are not dead. It seems that they are very good at gathering information, or in other words, they have many eyes and ears.
He exited the memory space and woke up. It was already daybreak, but it was still early.
He lifted the blanket and was about to get out of bed when several dark figures appeared in front of him. He was startled, but when he looked carefully -
"Oh, it's you guys."
It turned out to be a soldier from the Black Shadow Corps.
He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his chest, while two shadowy soldiers took slippers and gently put them on Qiao Ji's feet to help him put on his shoes.
This service made him feel a little embarrassed.
After leaving the bedroom, there were two other shadow soldiers standing by, holding a cup of water and a toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed on it.
“…”
What is the life of this rich landlord like?
Chen Xiaoyu, how do you train these ninjas?
He heard a slight noise in the bedroom, turned back to take a look, and found that two ninja soldiers had folded his quilt into a standard tofu block.
"I go."
Could it be that your life skills are directly copied from mine?
I don't believe Ninja or Chen Xiaoyu can do this!
He waited for the washing to wait, and then he opened the portal directly, threw the phone to a ninja soldier, and told him: "My dad is calling, just run in and call me."
The ninja soldier nodded, then stood straight with his phone in his hand.
After entering the training ground and walking for a distance, Qiao Ji led them to the armory.
He picked up a Glock 18 and gave it to a ninja soldier.
"Come on, take it down and put it back together again."
As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow soldier skillfully disassembled and reassembled the pistol. Qiao Ji felt that he was even faster than himself.
Directly obtained the skills of the master Qiao Ji?
That’s amazing! Qiao Ji doesn’t need to teach them anymore. They can become masters right away.
"It just so happens that those Blood-robed Priests seem to have some thoughts about this 'injured' Blood-robed Priest. They are not very friendly among themselves, and they also have some thoughts about me, a special psychic."
The noise of releasing the gas into the sea was so loud that it could not be concealed. Even the cleaning ladies knew about it, because they had to clean after all.
The current situation is that danger is approaching.
But now he has 12 shadow soldiers who have mastered certain military skills, are loyal, and cannot die.
From now on I will sleep in the training ground and leave a ninja outside as a substitute.
