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In a certain country, in a European-style building, a man wearing a cloak with a brim on his head and the brim of his hat is very low, walking alone on a long corridor. The carpet under my feet is so bright red and gorgeous, like human blood.
At the end of the corridor, a door was opened, but there was still a long corridor inside, but it was a bit colder, darker and simpler than the corridor outside. Standing at the door, he raised his head slightly, looked at this cold corridor, the next moment his feet lightly, flashed in from left and right, the speed is called a ghost, like a row of phantoms.
In the blink of an eye, he was kneeling on one leg at the end of the corridor. There were five steps in front of him. The top of the stairs was so dark that nothing could be seen. Suddenly, a cold light suddenly lit up on the pitch-black stairs. Under the cold light, a screen appeared, and a shadow appeared behind the screen.
"You still have the face to come back!" A slightly angry voice came from behind the screen.
"Wufeng didn't bring back the tin box, please master to condemn it!"
Suddenly, a powerful force shot out from behind the screen, hitting the windless chest, causing Wufeng to spout a mouthful of blood on the spot and lay on his back. However, he ignored the blood on the corners of his mouth and quickly got up and knelt down honestly.
"Pop!" It was another palm shot in the air, and Wufeng was beaten out of blood again.
"Papa!" A dozen consecutive palms hit Wufeng's body, causing Wufeng to fly upside down and fall heavily to the ground. The clothes on his chest had been dyed red by the spray of blood, and he couldn't get up again when he was lying on the ground.
"Giving you a powerful dead group, you can't complete the mission for so many days, can't bring back the tin box, and let the vulnerable Xue Ling snatch it away. You are really a useless idiot."
"Master, please give me another chance." Wufeng's weak voice came.
"You are not qualified to take over this task." The owner behind the screen raised his voice: "I don't think you can speak here because you have worked for me for many years?"
"I'm sorry, master!" A mouthful of blood spurted out again while the wind was speaking, after all, he was beaten internally by the master just now.
"Why did you kill Black Blade?" The master's loud voice came again.
Wufeng endured the pain in his chest, and slowly said: "He refused to join the organization. I had to kill him according to the master's will. Moreover, he was seriously injured at the time and suffered a loose tendon. It is a good time to kill him. , Otherwise, when he recovers, it will be difficult to have a chance to kill him."
"Really?" The owner behind the screen said with great interest: "You have a lot of friendship with him, are you willing to start with him?"
As soon as this remark came out, Wufeng frowned, and quickly got up, knelt down, and knocked his head on the ground: "Master Mingjian, although Wufeng has a little sympathy with the black blade, it is by no means comparable to my loyalty to my master. ."
The owner behind the screen heaved a sigh of relief: "Fine, nothing! You have been with me for more than ten years. Naturally, it is not comparable to that of the black blade. However, a year ago, the black blade was able to escape and survive this time. You can still live if you don’t keep everything, so you have to see people when you die, and you have to see corpses when you die. Find the corpse and bring it back.
"Bring it back?" Wufeng was surprised.
"Black Blade is a rare master. If you die, you can't waste it. Wouldn't it be better to bring back the organization to refine the undead? In this way, he has no thoughts, no joy, anger, sorrow, or joy. He is just a walking dead who only knows about killing. Everyone is loyal."
Wufeng sighed in his heart, but said: "Yes, Master!"
"Also, that Xue Ling brought the iron box and did not return to God's control, nor did he contact God's control to meet her. This shows that this person is not God's control heart. In addition to looking for Black Blade's corpse, you also have to investigate. The details of this Xue Ling."
"Yes!" Wufeng sighed and asked, "Who is the master going to send to snatch the tin box?"
"It's none of your business. You just have to complete the task I gave you. Remember, if you want to disappoint me again this time, then don't blame me for being rude to you." The master said nothing. Throwing out a small medicine bottle: "This is good for internal injuries. One pill a day will heal in three days."
"Thanks, Master!" No wind caught the vial. He raised his head and looked at the owner behind the screen: "That spear demon is like dust, what should I do?"
"The Spear Demon!" the master murmured, and the next moment came out: "Although this person is not ranked high, but the strength is not low, it is a pity to kill. In this way, if he doesn't do anything stupid, he will stop. Just close one eye. Otherwise, kill without mercy!"
He raised his head and glanced at the owner behind the screen on the stairs, and he sighed: "Yes!"
"Okay, you go down!" The owner behind the screen looked at the windless back and said in a deep voice, "What do you think?"
As soon as this statement was made, a red shadow suddenly appeared under the stairs. This red shadow was surrounded by a layer of red smoke all over his body. He couldn't see his figure, and couldn't distinguish between men and women. Very mysterious.
The Hong Ying did not speak, but in front of him, the red mist wrote a few vertical words: "Does the prisoner mean no wind or something?"
"Let's talk about it all." The voice from the person behind the screen was light and calm, and seemed to trust this red shadow.
Hong Ying did not move for a while, but floated up and down below the stairs, pacing back and forth like a red ghost. It took a long time before he floated back to his place, and rows of red words appeared in front of him: "Wufeng has followed the prisoner because of love at the age of 19, and it has been eleven years now. There is no doubt about loyalty. But he is a man. A man of temperament, at first sight with Black Blade, felt that Black Blade’s experience was very similar to him, so it makes sense to let him go under the guise of killing Black Blade."
"You mean that Black Blade is not dead?" The voice in the screen was surprised.
"I can see through the hearts of the people in the world and know their true thoughts. Just now when the prison master asked about the windlessness, I had already insight into his intention to fake the killing of Black Blade."
Looking at the words in front of Hong Ying, the owner in the screen sighed, followed by a wry smile: "Hehe, this windless is really getting bolder."
"But he is loyal, and he can also see that he values his love and righteousness. Isn't this the reason why the prisoner chose him?"
"Yeah. It was because he really liked him back then, so that he would follow me... Hey, don't mention it." The person behind the screen sighed, "Since No Wind is a fake killing of the Black Blade, it means that the Black Blade fell off the cliff. If it’s been arranged long ago, it may not die."
"Even if the catastrophe survives, he will not dare to show up blatantly in the future. Since Wufeng doesn't want him to join, and Black Blade himself doesn't want to join, let him go. As long as he doesn't go against us, he might still be needed in the future. The place."
"It seems we have to find a chance to meet the black blade for a while." The person in the screen muttered to himself.
Hong Ying didn't do anything, just standing under the stairs. After a long time, the master said again: "How are things going on your side?"
"There is no progress, and I still feel that we seem to be led by the nose."
"What do you mean?" The owner behind the screen was shocked. After all, this Hong Ying is not the kind of person who talks nonsense, once he says something, there must be his basis.
"Sorry, this is just my intuition, which needs to be further confirmed."
The master was silent for a long time before saying: "Since there is no progress, let it go for the time being. You will take the place of Wufeng and grab the tin box."
Hong Ying was also silent, and did not speak for a long time. The owner frowned and asked: "What's the matter?"
A word floated in front of Hong Ying: "It's nothing, just one thing I don't understand. Xue Ling is supposed to be the confidant of God Control. How could he suddenly betray God Control? There must be an article on this matter."
"I've asked Wufeng to investigate this, so you can take it back with peace of mind."
The words continue to float in front of the red shadow: "The Brotherhood has fallen one after another, the masters, first the Eight Yamas, then the 68th Tekken in the world killer list, and then the top ten demon kings ranked 21 to 30. I am afraid that they are now the leader of the league. I can’t sit still a long time ago. In addition, Black Blade is dead, and I can’t find a way to vent. I don’t dare to point the finger at us. If we want to vent her anger, we have to find Xue Ling and grab the iron box from her. In this way, he A large number of masters will be sent to chase Xue Ling vigorously, and the momentum is strong, we still don't want to head-on."
The master nodded: "Yes, although Xue Ling betrayed God Control, God Control did not send out a message of betrayal. Naturally, he would protect him in front of everyone, so the iron box in Xue Ling's hand is what they have in their bag. , And then go to war with all forces."
The words in front of Hong Ying kept floating out, as if there was a typewriter hidden in his red mist: "There are also the five demons and witches of Xue Tu Luo. They watched Lan Ji being knocked off the cliff, although they didn't dare to be brazen. They are against our punishment, but they will not stop there, let alone go back empty-handed, they will definitely snatch the tin box with all their strength."
"There is also the Dragon Group, this is a difficult organization!" The master laughed bitterly at the end.
"So we can't come out to snatch it now, otherwise the Brotherhood will definitely avenge the Iron Fist King and the Top Ten Demon Kings. And ㊣ (7) Blood Drab will also avenge Lan Ji. When things get up, even if we snatch it If we get the iron box, then our position in the killer world will be severely damaged, and we will become the public enemy of the organization. The consequences cannot be imagined." Hong Ying expressed her worry.
At this moment, the owner behind the screen looked at the words in front of Hong Ying, and couldn't help being stunned. After a while, he said: "You still want to think long-term. In this case, let go of the fight for the iron box in Xue Ling's hands. After all, there is more than one iron box. As long as you find other ones, it will be the same when you are cleaning her. You will continue. Find out the whereabouts of the other tin boxes."
"Yes!" After the word appeared in front of Hong Ying, she disappeared in place. As if he had never appeared before.
The owner behind the screen slowly walked out from behind the screen and murmured: "It's too long, when is the end..."