The journey of the film and television world is endless [continued]

Tverre, an island in Braavos, is one of the largest slums in the city. The streets here are low and chaotic, like a maze made of countless broken building blocks. Every narrow alley is filled with the atmosphere of despair and poverty, and those homeless people struggle to survive on this land like ants.

Arya was wearing a ragged bed sheet she had found from nowhere, curled up tightly in the shadow of a street corner. In this place, street children like her were everywhere, all of them orphans abandoned by fate. At this moment, Arya silently put a small piece of dried meat into her mouth and chewed it carefully. She knew that her current physical condition urgently needed to replenish energy, because the toxins hidden in her body were ruthlessly eroding her health.

Arya recalled that among all the objects she had touched today, the only one that might have been mixed with toxins was the adhesive she had touched when she was using the human skin mask not long ago. Although she had taken emergency measures, the toxins had already wreaked havoc in her body. Now, her eyesight had dropped sharply, and the world in front of her had become blurry. She could barely see objects within a range of five meters, and objects farther away were just blurry outlines.

In such a dark night, this situation is undoubtedly worse for Arya. But she did not succumb to the predicament. Instead, she relied on her memory to cleverly evade pursuit and sneak into the slums. She knew that only in this way could she create more trouble for the enemy who was chasing her.

In fact, if Arya could successfully escape to Resonic Island, she might be able to obtain the protection of Mr. Garlon. However, reality is always cruel and ruthless. It is unrealistic for her to travel such a long distance at night, and even her current physical condition does not allow it.

Suddenly, a hasty and urgent sound of footsteps broke the silence of the night like thunder. Arya was nervous and alert. She looked up and looked around. In a moment, she heard a burst of whispers. Although the voices were small, they were very clear. The words she heard made her worried - "something happened", "Iron Bank", "seawater backflow", etc..........

Arya was confused for a moment, not knowing what was going on, but she instinctively judged that it was related to the earth-shaking noise just now. Sure enough, not long after, several dark shadows flashed on the street like lightning. Judging from their attire, they were obviously the city guards. They came in a menacing manner and started to savagely expel the street children on the roadside without saying a word.

Arya's heart tightened, and she thought to herself: Could it be that the House of Black and White had alarmed the city guards in order to hunt her down? Without further ado, she turned around and plunged into the narrow alley nearby. At this moment, she had no time to care about her surroundings, and could only follow closely the poor people in front of her in a panic. After running around, Arya was already dizzy and had no idea where she was.

In the endless darkness, Arya was slamming around like a headless fly. Suddenly, she slammed into a wall, lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground. The impact made her dizzy, but she endured the severe pain and struggled to get up quickly from the ground.

However, the moment she stood up, a strong feeling of fatigue surged into her heart like a tide, as if a heavy burden was pressing on her. Her legs were weak, and she could only rely on her willpower to barely support her body. Finally, she leaned against the wall weakly, gasping for breath, trying to calm her disordered breathing.

At this moment, a deep and mysterious voice sounded in her ears like a ghost: "Little mouse, you look very tired! Thank you, Thousand-Faced God, for letting me meet you here."

Arya raised her head with difficulty, her eyes wide open, trying her best to see the person who was speaking. Her vision gradually became clear, and she saw a figure in a black robe standing quietly not far away, with a strange mask covering his face.

"Waif!" Arya gritted her teeth. "I never thought that even after running so far, I still couldn't get rid of you!"

The wanderer slowly drew the sword from his waist. The blade flashed with cold light. He responded in a cold tone: "No one can escape the pursuit of the Faceless Man, and you are no exception."

Arya bit her lip and stood up shakily with her hands on the wall. She held the dagger tightly in her hand and stared at the other party fearlessly. She said sternly: "Since there is no way to escape, let's give it a try! In the past fights, you are no match for me."

The Waif sneered and raised his sword to stab Arya. Arya dodged sideways and swung her dagger to fight back. Although her movements were a bit laborious, her mind had caught the opponent's movements, but her body's reaction was a bit slow to keep up.

The two fought back and forth, and the swords collided with each other, making a crisp sound. Arya was kicked in the waist by the waif, and she retreated several steps, leaning against the wall before stopping. Arya felt that she was gradually adapting to the discomfort of her body. The waif rushed again, and the cold and shining weapon pierced her throat.

Arya found her opponent's weakness and kicked the Waif in the knee, causing her to lose balance. Taking this opportunity, Arya rushed forward and stabbed the Waif's throat with her dagger. The Waif hurriedly blocked it with her sword, but Arya's attack became more and more fierce. She swished seven times in a row, each one more powerful than the last, causing her to retreat again and again.

At the critical moment, Arya used all her strength and swung the weapons of both sides hard. "Clang!" The opponent's dagger was directly cut off. Seeing this, the street boy's face changed drastically and he quickly retreated.

Arya naturally wouldn't give her a chance, and pounced on him, using her own weight to knock the boy over. The two of them tumbled and tumbled, with the boy on top of Arya. She held the sword with her left hand, and didn't let go even though the blood was flowing from the cut. With her other hand, she held Arya's wrist holding the sword, so that her sword could no longer stab.

Before the waif could breathe a sigh of relief, her eyes suddenly widened in shock. Arya's left hand pulled out a short blade from the hilt of the sword, and mercilessly stabbed it into her throat as the waif looked horrified. Her warm blood sprayed all over Arya's face, and she soon lost her life.

Pushing the corpse away with all her strength, Arya leaned against the wall and adjusted her breathing. This battle exhausted her, but it also made her more determined to survive.

"Click, click!" A person walked out from the shadows and stopped about 20 steps in front of Arya.

"Girl, congratulations on your victory. This person looks young, but she was actually in the same training batch as someone else. Girl, you're able to kill her, so you're better than someone else imagined." The man lifted his hood, and he was Jaqen.

Arya leaned against the wall, holding the sword tighter in her hand. She spoke slowly, "Jaqen, are you here to kill me?"

Jaqen: "I'm sorry, but it was an order from the Patriarch himself, and I couldn't refuse. If the girl breaks the rules, she'll have to pay the price. I'll only strike once, and if the girl survives, she'll be free."

"Very well, Nobody, you may go now!" A voice interrupted their conversation, and another person walked out from the shadows.