With Song Qingshu's cultivation, no one could disappear that quickly before his eyes—unless... he had never disappeared at all.
He reached out and grabbed a mottled section of wall beside him. The wall bore obvious traces of age, even covered in patches of moss, as though it had stood in this alley for decades.
Just then, the wall suddenly moved. A section of it seemed to grow legs out of nowhere and desperately fled into the distance, but how could it possibly outrun the hand behind it?
With a scream, he was already caught by the shoulder. In that instant, all the strength drained from his body.
Looking at the masked man collapsed on the ground, Song Qingshu was no stranger to such attire. He had seen plenty of it in television dramas back then.
"Ninja?" Song Qingshu could not understand why an Eastern Islander ninja would come to assassinate him. He had thought it would be someone like Dugu Ming, crazed with jealousy, sending an assassin after him.
"You know martial arts? And your martial arts are this strong?" The ninja's tone was filled with shock.
"I never said I didn't know martial arts." Song Qingshu spread his hands. So it's my fault? Luckily, he had shaken off Zhongyuan Yidianhong earlier. Otherwise, it really would have been inconvenient to expose himself now. Still, that fellow truly was not good at protecting people. If the real Jia Baoyu had been here, he would have been in danger.
"How could you see through my Earth Evasion Technique?" The ninja's face was full of disbelief.
"You call this Earth Evasion?" Song Qingshu fiddled with the camouflage-colored cloth on him. For a moment, he could not tell what material it was made of, but objectively speaking, the disguise was indeed highly convincing. If