boom--

The engine roared across the clouds, and under the blue sky, the flight to Moldova gradually declined through the thin clouds. Below the forced clouds, there was an old airport.

Moldova is a landlocked country with no special landscape and few passengers coming and going. It is one of the poorest countries in Europe.

The flight was not yet landed, and in the landing gear that was opened, a black shadow jumped at a very fast speed and threw it into the weeds outside the runway.

A slight sound of falling to the ground sounded.

Wang Ruhu rolled on the ground twice and removed his strength. He stood up and looked at the tractor passing by in the distance. He turned around and ran wildly, jumped high and jumped over the barbed wire outside the airport.

When you walk on the streets, old-fashioned cars pass by. The buildings that attract you are mostly old-fashioned or old-fashioned, not like modern cities at all, but more like living in World War II.

‘The Shengqi Organization will find places. There are few people paying attention to this poor and backward country, and it will be even more difficult to find them.’

Thinking of it, his eyes swept around for a moment, Wang Ruhu quickly walked across the road in front of him and walked into the outskirts of this city block called Chisinau. There were dilapidated scenes everywhere, which made people unable to hang out. After walking around, there was not even a restaurant on the street.

It can be seen how low its consumption capacity is.

The pedestrians passing by were in a hurry, with few people joking on the streets, and most of the people coming and going were middle-aged and elderly, and few young people.

"It should be a country that is about to die of old age."

He murmured and walked to the nearby telephone booth. The standards of this country are similar to many places in Europe. There are usually address books hanging inside. According to the address written on the previous note, Wang Ruhu searched them one by one according to the Russian language on it.

Soon, the sliding fingertips were frozen on a string of Russian.

Close the address book, hang it back, and push the door out. Wang Ruhu pulled open the door of an old car parked on the side of the road, pulled down the plastic grid under the steering wheel, pulled off the contact line inside, and touched it a few times. As the electric flower bounced, the car started to buzz and drove away from the roadside in a blink of an eye. Following the fragmented pictures in my memory, the place name on the address book, and searched directly through the city map.

"Bai Ning is also looking for you. I hope you can last longer. I haven't collected the debt yet."

Wang Ruhu looked at the right arm under his sleeve. The demon star hadn't spoken to him for a long time. I thought that the halving was also severely damaged.

"I haven't spoken for a long time, and I actually miss it a little...haha."

Behind his thick beard, he grinned, and when he lit the steering wheel, the body of the car shook its tail, turned into the road to the north suburbs.

As the buzzing car was moving, the person mentioned by Wang Ruhu, who was riding in a taxi had stopped in a small town more than 30 miles north of Chisinau.

"Hey, you haven't paid yet?!"

The driver answered the driver, the blade light, the car window, and the steering wheel were cut in an instant and fell on the man's legs. The driver looked at the steering wheel blankly, came to his senses, stepped on the accelerator under his feet, and disappeared at the end of the road outside the town in a blink of an eye.

‘Click~’

The blade returned to the sheath, Bai Ning swung the reins hanging from the sword head, and walked into the town with a slender black knife. For the eastern hole, Moldovans were strange. Whether it was the old man sitting on the rocking chair under the eaves, men and women who were drunk in the tavern, or pedestrians on the street, they looked over. The face of the east, a white suit, and the long silver hair hanging from the back of their shoulders like a waterfall, gave people a strange feeling.

"Oriental?"

A strong drunk man leaned against the wooden post outside the tavern with a beer bottle and blushed. He laughed at the oriental walking on the street with a beer bottle, and reached out and wanted the other party to give him some euros.

"Are you rich? I am the most powerful here. If you don't give money, will you leave..."

The next second, his words came to an abrupt end, and suddenly changed to a shrill wail. In the speed that ordinary people could not keep up, there was a knife light and the trajectory of the attack instantly cut the drunkard's outstretched arm into two pieces.

When the broken arm fell to the ground, the person who looked at him was still moving forward, and his hands had never moved.

“Ahhhhh….”

The man screamed, picked up the broken arm on the ground, rushed towards the only clinic in the town like crazy, and blood spread as he ran.

On the other side, the walking white figures didn't look at the people in the town. They swept through the streets of the town in the common warm sun in Eastern Europe and came to the suburbs to the east. A dilapidated sugar mill stood on the roadside, covering an area of ​​more than 20 acres, but it was dilapidated. The windows were broken and they might not be replaced, and they were covered with dust and spider webs.

Bai Ning's pace seemed slow and fast. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived outside the sugar mill. He looked up and glanced at the factory name outside the gate, and then followed the wall to the hills behind him.

In the mottled forests, birds sing lightly across the sky.

Rush rust....

The leaves swayed gently, and Bai Ning stepped on the thick fallen leaves on the ground, walking deeper and deeper. Occasionally bent down, raised his hand and whipped it, using internal force to blow the fallen leaves on the ground away.

Seeing the dry and hard mud on the ground showing the outline of a car tire, the corner of his mouth curled.

“Finally found.”

He looked up and followed the mud road in the mountains hidden by fallen leaves, and the direction he extended past was a hill.

Click ~

Bai Ning gently pushed the hilt away with his right thumb, and the moment he held the hilt with his left hand, he pulled out his sword with a "clang!" and slashed his sword out of the sheath, slashing down at the distant hill with a angrily sword.

The slightly shaking branches around them also swayed violently in an instant, and the air twisted and sunlight shone. The twisted air could be seen vaguely at this moment. A vertical crescent moon burst into pieces. The big tree that caressed the branches touched the edge of the knife light, and half of the tree exploded, and the grass and mud on the ground were plowing out long gullies with the knife light.

Then...the knife light touched the mountain.

There was a loud bang, and at the cliff, countless rocks and gravels broke into the sky with a large amount of smoke and dust, and half of the mountain was cut open.

Rumble...

The smoke and dust spread down, revealing cracks as thick as a person's thigh spread across the mountain. If a person lies in front of the crack, the sunlight at the end can be seen with the naked eye.

And, the metal reflection exposed on the inner layer of the mountain.

"Who is outside?!" "There are attackers!"

"Notify the leader quickly."

"The Seventh Saint is here-"

Someone shouted in the cracks between the mountains. In the chaos, under the broken wall of the mountain connecting the main body, there was mechanical movement. An electronic gate slowly separated, and a figure rushed out, a white figure rushed over like a cannonball.

The next second, the rushing figure flew back like a cannonball, smashed hard on the cliff, sank into the rock, and spurted a mouthful of blood, while the white figure inserted his knife into the sheath in his hand, and the waist of the seventh saint who was trapped in the mountain wall broke with a "puff".

"The Seventh Saint is dead!"

The weapons-bearing soldiers rushed out wildly. When they turned around and saw scarlet on the mountain wall, they shouted in panic.

At this time, the figure slowly walked towards the sky with a knife became blurred in the sky light. Just as everyone was confused, a figure pulled out a cold light. In a moment, the figure turned into dozens of rays, and the coldness pulled out of the scabbard was also passing through countless figures, gradually weaving a spider web.

The blade returned to the sheath with a "pop" sound in Bai Ning's hand.
Chapter completed!