Thanks to the exaggerated online information flow in later generations, Lu Sen has also accidentally read some information about Assassin and others.

However, the content about them is very essay, and there are even various artistic processing of film and television games, so Lu Sen does not know much about this sect.

The information you know may also be distorted.

But only this sign...it shouldn't be wrong.

When the drummer's eyes became extremely tax-profit and stabbed in like a sharp sword, Lu Sen did not retreat, but continued to stare into the other party's eyes, without fear or anxiety, and even with a little ridicule.

This is the attitude that the people of the Celestial Empire would have.

The drummer's eyes quickly changed, and then he showed a flattering smile and flattering, and he even bent down slightly.

Lu Sen withdrew his gaze and left with Black Bo.

The two of them had a short confrontation, less than four seconds, so no one noticed it.

The drummer stood on the high platform and looked at Lu Sen's back for a while before walking backstage.

The Seminister, who had just passed by, leaned over and asked in Persian, "What happened? I just felt your murderous aura. Did you see the people from the Cross Temple?"

"No." The drummer shook his head: "A young man who looked very much like a white nobleman was just now. He stared at the sign on my arm and was shocked."

Before the Qing Dynasty, almost all barbarians believed that only Chinese were white people, and they themselves were colorless or red-skinned people.

It was only in the late Qing Dynasty that the word "yellow race" was put on the Chinese and the entire East Asian.

Originally, their skin color classification was insulting, because in their concept, yellow skin is a symbol of "serious illness".

It is contradictory to the word "Sick Man in East Asia".

It’s just a pity that the Chinese people don’t have much negative feelings about the word yellow people, but instead think it’s very reasonable. After all, the Yellow River is the mother river. Since ancient times to the present, gold has been the most important among the people, so they don’t think that this type of yellow people is called an insult.

However, Fusang and Goryeo are very disgusted with the title of "yellow race".

The courtesan said relieved: "Fortunately, it would be troublesome if the people from the Cross Temple followed. I guess that noble boy was just simply interested in the sign on your arm."

While talking, the two of them had already arrived at the small room in the backstage.

They opened the secret door and went straight to the cellar.

This cellar is not big, it is only about five meters long and wide and three meters high.

But there are many scimitars and swords, as well as five full-body plate armors in the cellar.

The Northern Song Dynasty could not resist the weapons of the forbidden armor, especially the full-body plate armor.

If discovered, people related to this den will be implicated, and a hat of rebellion cannot escape.

But if it is synthesized by Lu Sen, the kind of round wooden armor that looks very funny... As long as you don't know the effect, the government probably won't care even if you see it.

Under normal circumstances, no one would think that this thin half-body wooden armor would have any defense. It is probably okay to use it to block the sharp claws of small beasts.

If you just need any spear, you can stab and break it with the man and the wooden armor.

In addition to weapons and armor, there were two people lying in the cellar. They were tied all over their bodies. Judging from their clothes and appearance, they should be Song people.

The courtesan Alice walked to a slightly fat Song man and kicked the latter's stomach with her feet.

The fat Song man immediately screamed, woke up from his sleep, twisting and struggling hard.

Soon, another Song man next to the fat Song man woke up. He looked at the two erotic people standing and said weakly: "Let us go, we really have no way to let you connect with the government. We are just merchants, and we are a low-key family."

The drummer squatted down, and he pressed his middle finger on a blood vessel on the slightly thinner Song man's neck, and said in a less fluent Song verb: "Then let's change our thinking, Song man, do you know which official in this great city is more likely to accept us foreigners?"

The Song man thought about it for a while and shook his head.

Civilians look down on others, let alone officials!

The drummer grinned and gently used his fingers, not knowing what part he pressed or what skills he used. The face of Song Man suddenly turned red, and the veins on his forehead burst out one by one, becoming thicker and thicker, like green snakes growing and bigger.

Then his nostrils began to bleed, and his eyes were covered with blood, like two red light bulbs.

Song Ren felt his brain hurt so much that his body was about to explode, and his body struggled desperately, but the drummer pressed his knee against his waist, making him unable to move.

He could only twist his body desperately, and even screams could not be made. Something blocked his throat, making it impossible for him to make it, and could only open his mouth in vain.

Soon, Song Ren's eyes began to bleed, and blood clots were vomiting out in his mouth. The movement of struggle became smaller and smaller, and his eyes were turning white. When he was about to die, the drummer let go of his fingers pressed on his neck.

The Song people suddenly felt like fish that had been getting water, gasping for breath.

The drummer smiled gently: "Do you really think we caught you casually? Have you thought of any solution now?"

The Song man nodded vigorously, and the fear of being on the verge of death just now had already overwhelmed him.

It's so scary, I don't want to experience it again.

"Tell me, look."

"Now uncle Cao Guo is quite interested in seeking immortals and asking for the truth. This is a well-known thing in the market." The Song man said anxiously: "I am a subordinate of Cao Guo uncle. On the surface, I am involved in the cheap business of the country's uncle, but in fact I am secretly paying attention to whether there are any things related to the immortals and gods for him. If you really want to cling to your own families, as long as you take out some strange things that seem to be strange and unfair and use your skills, you will definitely be appreciated by Cao Guo uncle."

The drummer turned his head and asked Alice, who was standing next to him watching the show in Persian: "What he said about Cao Guojiu is very powerful?"

Alice leaned against the corner of the wall, crossed her chest with her hands, and said lightly: "He is the younger brother of the queen of this country. At the same time, she heard that she also has a very high status and speaks very well."

The drummer nodded with satisfaction, then he looked at the Song people on the ground and asked with a smile: "Then the question is here. What do you think we should take out to please that uncle Cao?"

"Just as long as the artifacts related to the immortals and gods!"

"But we don't have this kind of thing." The drummer pressed his finger on the Song man's neck again: "Do you have one?"

Feeling the cold fingers stuck on his neck, the Song man no longer wanted to experience the terrifying torture just now. He nodded vigorously and said, "I have it, I have it! When helping the uncle do things, I intercepted some of those divine things. As long as the uncle let me go back, I will take it out and give it to two of you."

He did cut some of the cuts, but according to experience, these things are all fake, but now no matter whether he is true or false, it is important to save his life first.

The drummer smiled and let go of his fingers, stroking the Song man's cheek with satisfaction, as if he was stroking his beloved beauty: "Very good, I will pick it up with you, and remember where your home is. If there is anything, we will come to visit him, okay?"

The Song man's face looked sad, but he could only nod.

Then the drummer turned his gaze to another fat Song man, and was about to press his fingers on the latter's neck, but the fat Song man screamed first.

"Uncle, please don't hurt me. I'm with him, I'm a slutty person who does things for uncle Cao. I can do what he can do." The fat Song man was frightened by the tragic situation of blood spraying his eyes and noses: "I can also hand over all the good things I have hidden to you."

"No need!" The drummer took out a short blade from his clothes: "Just have one person who can do the same thing."

"No, no!" Looking at the sharp short blade pressing over, the fat Song man was so scared that he shouted: "I also know more important information and more important news. You two will definitely be very interested after listening to it."

The drummer's short blade pressed against the fat Songren's throat: "Oh, let's hear it."

"A few days ago, Cao Erlang came back from the house wearing a wooden armor..." The fat Songren was so scared that he told all the things he knew about, like pouring beans.

About ten minutes later, the drummer and Alice both left the cellar.

After passing the secret door, I returned to the private room in the backstage.

Listening to the noisy voices outside, the drummer smiled and said, "The Song people you provide this time have a good identity, at least you can tell some useful news."

Alice smiled: "After all, I have been here for more than a year. I have learned a lot about this beautiful and prosperous country. It is not easy to sort out these things out. I have been watching these two people for a long time."

"It is indeed beautiful and prosperous, as if it were heaven on earth. I once thought Spaham was the most beautiful city in the world." The drummer smiled helplessly: "But when I came here, I realized that Spaham was not even one-tenth of it. But such a city was actually built by white pagans, which is unacceptable."

"Let's not talk about these for now." Alice turned her head and looked at the direction of the cellar: "Do you think what Fat Songren said is credible? Is it possible that the wooden armor that will not be hurt by any damage as long as you wear it?"

The drummer thought for a while and said, "I'll find time to go and see. You use the black holy medicine to temporarily control the two people in the cellar, and they should still be useful in the future."

Alice nodded and smiled coldly: "Actually, I think it's better to kill it."

"We are here to get back to the garden in the mountains. Too much killing will definitely attract the attention of the white nobles." The drummer shook his head: "I don't know which white nobles have fallen into the hands of such a precious thing, so I can only check it slowly."

On the other side, Lu Sen and Heizhu returned home.

Then he began to make a jukebox.

Because the materials were ready, the jukebox was made in an instant.

This thing is actually a black box with a large copper speaker on it, a small LCD screen on the front and four buttons.

Then on the right side of the black box, there is a black handcuff.

At this time, Black Horse and Kobayashi also came over.

Lu Sen just shook it a few times and found that the LCD screen was lit up... It turned out that it was a hand-cranked power generation, no wonder it was a magnet.

Then he shook his hands for more than ten minutes, and his hands were sore, and the power indicated on the display was only 25%.

Lu Sen wiped his sweat and said, "Heizhu, come."

"OK."

Heizhu had seen Lu Sen sweating profusely before, and wanted to help. But he was afraid that his status would be low, so if he touched the immortal weapon in front of him, it would make the immortal weapon dim. Now that the husband said, there would be no problem.

He carefully learned from Lu Sen, shaking the black handle. Seeing that the immortal weapon had no repulsion, he felt relieved and gradually accelerated the speed of shaking the circle.

As I said, Lu Sen is actually a waste, and he gets tired after shaking 25% of his power.

The black pillar shook to 100% of its power and did not sweat a little.

Then Lu Sen tested the buttons and quickly figured out the purpose of several buttons.

The music library was tuned out, and there were more than 3,000 songs... and then I looked at the names on it, including Chinese, English, and even many Japanese songs.

After pulling down the menu, I found that it was almost all pure music.

What are the "Moonlight Song", "God and Man", "General's Order", "Exodus", "To Alice", "Dawn of Heroes", "Tides" and so on.
To be continued...