A Match Made In Heaven (Jiuyue Liuhuo) Chapter 343: 24. Japanese slave ghosts

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Suddenly, Jin Yubei heard the sound of a very light leap again, and knew that someone had jumped from the verandah to the west of the high pavilion to the top of the high pavilion.

It was already deeper now, the mountains were cool and the clouds were even thicker. Although it is only separated by the top of the palace, the high pavilion is already very blurry. Jin Yubei didn't dare to be careless at all, and even more concentrated on keeping a close watch.

A gust of breeze blew from the top of the palace, and clouds flew past. Jin Yubei suddenly saw two knife handles protruding from the top of the high pavilion in the west, but the handles were like a straight short stick with black hair wrapped around it. Belt, I have never seen a knife with a handle like this before when I traveled around the world.

Jin Yubei watched the handle of the knife slowly rise upwards. When he saw the round blade guard between the handle and the blade, he suddenly realized, and at the same time he was extremely surprised. This knife Could it be the weapon of the Japanese Japanese slaves? Thinking of this, I was even more surprised. Could it be that the person who came was really a Japanese slave?

Jin Yubei's eyes were unblinking, staring closely at the two Japanese slave knives that were being poked out.

Gradually, two heads wearing black hoods slowly poked out, and four eyes finally appeared on the eaves of the high pavilion.

Jin Yubei saw that those four eyes did not look towards him, but looked straight at the door of the Main Hall and the window lattice on both sides of the door. Then he realized that the person coming was not facing him, and he didn't notice anyone hiding on the east side of the ridge of the hall.

Jin Yubei still wondered to himself. With his own internal strength, he could not detect the sound of the incoming person. The internal strength of that person should be superior to his own. But how come the visitor didn't hear that he was watching?

The two people in the west pavilion crouched at the eaves corner of the pavilion, motionless for a long time, just like the two black tiles on the top of the pavilion. Jin Yubei couldn't help but secretly praise: Such endurance, this may be the legendary ninja among the Japanese slaves.

Jin Yubei also remained motionless, waiting for anyone to make any move.

After a long time, the two people turned their heads to look at each other, and suddenly they flew up, almost silently, and landed on the ridge of the palace in front of them.

Jin Yubei lowered his body slightly, allowing the ridge of the hall to block his figure. Only one eye was exposed, staring closely at the two people who came to the top of the hall. I saw that both of them were dressed in black tight-fitting ninja outfits. The black clothes, trousers, and hats were integrated into one body. There was only a small opening under the forehead to expose their eyes. The two of them were just like two silent ghost figures.

Jin Yubei saw that the two of them were like two geckos, slowly lying on the tiles, leaning one ear against the palace tiles, and monitoring the hall below them for a long time.

Jin Yubei breathed so softly that he could barely hear it, and focused on the two of them to see what they were going to do.

The two black ghost figures were still leaning against the palace tiles, but they finally turned their eyes and looked at each other.

I saw that the two of them were still lying low and motionless, but one of them was pulling off a piece of tile piece by piece. The other person stretched out his arm against the roof of the temple and asked his companion to fasten the removed tiles on his outstretched arm without hearing a single collision sound.

The man spent half an hour peeling off four tiles. After monitoring the hall for a long time, he began to slowly and gently cut the plaster under the tiles with a small knife, carefully, and even more delicately than a craftsman.

I can’t count how many hundreds of times the man carved it, and finally a glimmer of light came out from the cracks in the wooden boards under the plaster.

Jin Yubei saw the man put away the knife, took out a bamboo tube from his sleeve, pointed the bamboo tube at the crack in the board where the light was emitted, raised his head and held the top of the bamboo tube with his mouth.