Mo Aman didn't know where Shen Yue had gone. In fact, she would usually stay by Shen Yue's side because she felt that being by Shen Yue's side was the safest place for her. But just now, her attention was only slightly diverted for a moment, and Shen Yue completely disappeared.
Mo Aman had been watching Shen Yue, and naturally knew that Shen Yue was a person who would have a strong sense of presence as long as she didn't want others to ignore her. And in the current situation, it was obvious that Shen Yue was doing something that she didn't want others to see.
Mo Aman didn't know why, but he suddenly felt uncomfortable.
She inexplicably thought of her past, when she was the only winner among a battle of five thousand people.
But the organization never reused her.
Her direct superior told her that both her ability to disguise and her ability to complete tasks were undoubtedly the best in the organization. However, no matter how sharp a knife was, as long as the owner felt that he could not control it, he would never use it with confidence, nor would he expose his important parts to the knife.
It was from that time that Mo Aman realized that no matter how well she completed the task, it would only make the organization more and more vigilant, and this vigilance and suspicion would one day completely engulf her.
Therefore, Mo Aman changed his method of completing the task. Although he would complete the task, he would definitely leave traces that would be worthy of discussion.
Finally, she finally got the person she wanted and was sent to the Land of Broken Wings as she wished.
Here, she originally just wanted to live as she pleased, just like before, occasionally doing tasks to earn some money. The money didn't need to be too much, just enough to get by. If she had some spare money, it wouldn't be impossible to support a few more men.
After all, the Land of Broken Wings is a place where the strong are king.
However, after spending less than two days with Shen Yue, she suddenly realized what she really wanted to pursue.
She is a knife with the sharpest blade, but if no one controls it, the knife will not know what it should do.
The true mission of a knife may not be to see enough blood, nor to cut through the karma ahead, nor to ensure that the blade is not damaged, but to find a suitable owner.
Find someone who is not afraid of sharp blades and can control the blade in his hand at will, and then entrust yourself to him. Even if the blade breaks in the end, you will never regret it.
This is the fate of the knife.
The scattered sunlight from the top of the prison sprinkled sparsely on the ground, spreading to an invisible end. All around were screams, curses, and the sound of flesh being pierced. These sounds were all too familiar to Mo Aman.
False light also has temperature and can be reflected on the bloodstains on the ground.
Mo Aman lingered in the smell of blood, and the wind blew into his hair, making it messy.
"Aman, what are you doing standing here?"
A familiar voice brought Mo Aman back to her senses. Mo Aman turned around and found that the person she had been looking for was standing not far from her, looking at her calmly, just like when they first met.
She was suddenly stunned and remembered something her master once told her.
"Do you know why a killer can only be a killer for his whole life? A killer has no self. Your self has been given to you by the organization since you can remember.