Wandering Swordsman |

Just as Shen Mo noticed the figure on the roof beam, the discovery shattered the calm surface of his heart like a lightning bolt, and terror spread rapidly like ripples. His heart suddenly raced, and every nerve was stretched to its limit.

Just as Shen Mo opened his mouth to shout, Ding Chengfeng's figure seemed to blend into the surrounding shadows, appearing silently before him in the blink of an eye. A cold hand, like an iron clamp, tightly covered Shen Mo's mouth, while the other pointed towards the door, signaling him to remain silent. In the dim light of the room, the hand appeared pale and powerless, like a ghostly claw reaching out from the darkness.

"Brother Shen, don't make a sound, it's me!" A deep, slightly urgent voice rang in Shen Mo's ears, like a call from the depths of hell, sending chills down his spine. However, the address "Brother Shen" instantly dispelled most of Shen Mo's alarm. The Black Wind Gang Leader would never address him so intimately, so the person before him could definitely not be Ding Chengfeng.

Shock and confusion flashed in Shen Mo's eyes as his mind raced through various possibilities. Who would impersonate Ding Chengfeng to find him at this time? Why would he approach him in this way?

Thinking of this, Shen Mo nodded slightly, indicating that he would not shout. So 'Ding Chengfeng' slowly removed his cold hand from Shen Mo's mouth. A thin layer of ice seemed to freeze in the air, and every second of silence seemed to be stretched to infinity.

"Who are you?" Shen Mo's voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet room. Although it wasn't loud, it was filled with doubt and wariness. His gaze was fixed on the 'Ding Chengfeng' in front of him, trying to find a trace of familiarity through the blurry outline.

Ding Chengfeng did not answer immediately, but calmly removed the human skin mask. As the mask was gently peeled off, a familiar yet unexpected face gradually appeared. Moonlight shone on the face, illuminating his resolute yet gentle features.

"Brother Shu!" Upon seeing the face beneath the human skin mask, Shen Mo excitedly whispered, unable to conceal his inner joy and relief. It turned out that the "Ding Chengfeng" who had once filled him with fear was actually the "Bookworm" who had taught him martial arts in the cave.

Shu Wangxing gave a faint smile, a hint of relief in his eyes. "It's me, Shen Mo." His voice was deep and warm. "There are some things I need to tell you in person."

Shen Mo's heartbeat gradually calmed down, but he could still feel his blood flowing rapidly through his body, bringing waves of subtle excitement. "Brother Shu, why did you come to find me disguised as the leader of the Black Wind Gang?" he asked, his tone full of curiosity and confusion.

Shu Wangxing sighed softly and began to explain, "After arriving in Yimen County, I disguised myself as a menial disciple of the Black Wind Gang and infiltrated the gang. This time, I disguised myself as Ding Chengfeng to facilitate leaving the Black Wind Gang, which was under martial law, to deliver important messages."

Shen Mo nodded, indicating that he understood. He pointed to a chair in the room and said softly, "Brother Shu, please sit down and talk slowly."

After Shu Wangxing sat down, his expression turned serious. The dim light in the room cast shadows on his face, adding to his mysterious and solemn air. He took a deep breath, looked directly at Shen Mo, and said, word by word, "Among the righteous people gathered in Yimen County, there is a traitor from the Demonic Sect!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Mo's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart pounded rapidly, as if struck in the chest by a heavy hammer. "What?!" he almost cried out, but quickly lowered his voice, "Who is it?"

Shu Wangxing shook his head, his brows furrowed, a hint of worry in his eyes. "We still can't confirm the mole's identity. That's why I came here specifically to remind you." He paused, then continued, "Brother Shen, you must be careful. If the Demonic Sect discovers you have the Heavenly Martial Body, you'll be in serious danger."

Shen Mo's eyes sharpened, his mind racing through various possibilities. The news Shu Wangxing brought made him realize that every martial artist gathered in Yimen County could be a potential threat. "Brother Shu, what should I do now?" he asked, a hint of anxiety in his voice.

Shu Wangxing pondered for a moment, then said, "Brother Shen, you once saved my life, so I will teach you the art of disguise. You can use it to escape in an emergency."

Shen Mo was naturally very interested in Shu Wangxing's amazing disguise skills, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and admiration. He nodded, accepting Shu Wangxing's suggestion, "Thank you, Brother Shu."

At this moment, Shen Mo could not foresee how much of a role the disguise technique he was about to be taught would play in the future.

Inside the room, the candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows on their faces. Shu Wangxing's expression turned unusually serious, as if he were shouldering a heavy mission. "However, Brother Shen, you must first swear an oath." His voice was deep and firm, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Brother Shu, please speak." Shen Mo did not hesitate at all, directly expressing his willingness to listen and comply with Shu Wangxing's request, his eyes filled with trust.

"This art of disguise must never be passed on to anyone after you have learned it!" Shu Wangxing's words were firm and resolute, each word striking Shen Mo's heart heavily.

Upon hearing this, Shen Mo nodded solemnly, then stood up, facing the cold moonlight outside the window. He raised his right hand, his gaze resolute, and swore to the heavens: "I, Shen Mo, hereby swear that I will never pass on the art of disguise to anyone I have learned. If I break this promise, may I be punished by heaven!"

Shu Wangxing smiled with satisfaction and began to explain in detail the basic knowledge and skills of disguise.

He first took out an exquisite tool bag, which was only the size of a palm, but contained various paints, brushes, clay, etc., and placed it on the table.

"These are the main materials we use to make masks," Shu Wangxing said, opening his toolbox and then showing off thin, gossamer-thin human skin masks. "Each mask needs to be carefully made according to the facial features of the target to achieve a perfect disguise."

Next, Shu Wangxing explained in detail how to use these tools and how to accurately imitate the other person by observing their facial contours, skin tone, and even subtle changes in expression. "Remember, disguise is not just about changing your appearance; more importantly, it's about mimicking the target's demeanor and behavior to truly avoid giving yourself away."

As the explanation progressed, Shu Wangxing personally demonstrated how to measure facial dimensions and quickly sculpt a basic model using clay. "This process requires immense patience and meticulousness," he said, his fingers deftly pressing and refining the clay. "Any small error could lead to the failure of the final product."