Snapped! !
A sack was thrown on the table with a dull sound.
The person behind the table could clearly identify the sound. It was the sound of gold.
He took a breath and showed an intoxicated expression. This was the smell of gold.
A sack full of gold.
The person behind the table stopped his laziness, straightened his expression, straightened his blood-colored collar, and said with a smile, "What's the matter?"
The visitor said coldly: "Kill a person and take a book."
"Who? What book?"
"When a person is on the first floor of Xin'an Inn, the book is the book spread out in front of him."
"What is the strength of a human being?"
"He defeated the leader of the Sifang Guild with one punch, stunned the elder of Pinshuimen with one palm, and subdued the strongest swordsman of Wanli Sect with one sword."
"What kind of book is it?"
"It's a good technique, but he is actually passing it on to everyone. He is crazy. If this is the case, there will be no need for all sects to exist in the future."
"I took the job."
"The book must be given to me."
"no problem."
"I… "
The man with the blood-colored textured collar smiled and said, "We are the Blood Rain Tower, and every head has a price. You give us the money, and we give you your head. We are innocent and we owe nothing to each other."
The visitor seemed to recall this terrifying force.
The Blood Rain Tower, also known as the Blood Rain Thousand and Eight Towers, is a notorious killer organization. It does not care about good or evil. It only cares about money. It adheres to the creed of "every head has a price". If the monetary reward is appropriate, dear father Mom can torture and kill you for you to see.
In addition, this organization has "peripheral personnel" who are rooted in the dark underground and no one knows their identities.
They may even be an elder of a famous sect, a famous hero, or your pillow.
There are always times when people are short of money or resources. At this time, you can go to the Blood Rain Tower to take over the task.
kill,
Get paid.
And Xueyu Tower will never reveal your identity. You are a child and an old man, and you don't owe each other anything.
It is said that such a terrifying killer force was integrated by a larger force ten years ago, and is now a behemoth hidden in the darkness underground.
The visitor breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved.
So, he asked, "How long?"
The disciple who welcomed the guests at the Blood Rain Tower asked: "How long do you want?"
"Is three days enough?"
The Blood Rain Tower disciple thought for a moment and said, "You need to pay extra for three days. Normally, it takes seven days."
"Seven days is seven days."
The visitor no longer hesitated and turned to leave. After walking out, his expression became cold.
It's so stupid and ridiculous that such a profound skill is given to others by a young boy.
Doesn't he know the principle that "every man is innocent, but he is guilty of having a jade in his possession"
Doesn't he know the principle of "getting rich in silence and keeping your wealth hidden"
The weak are weak. If you give the weak weapons, how can you make money from them in the future
As long as his own power has that kind of profound technique, from now on it will be his era of running rampant in the world.
The visitor smiled.
…
The disciples of Xueyu Tower also smiled, "It's the thirty-sixth one. Exactly the same thing, exactly the same book, interesting... This is a big business."
He grabbed the gold sack, turned around, pushed the door open, and entered the back room.
Someone in the back room was efficiently recording the income.
Others quietly went to the building near the Blood Rain Building.
This place only handles business, the killer is upstairs.
Where is the building
no one knows.
…
That night.
In the bloody candlelight.
A long table looks deep and bloody in the darkness of a wild place.
A voice with reason broke the calm.
"This must be a big force, otherwise they wouldn't have sent so many people, and every one of them is a master. The technique is also a profound one."
"But how can there be such a fool in the world who wants to make it public after he has obtained the technique?"
"Although we are not a small force, are we just a small force? This is a big business, with huge profits. Just tell me, do you want to eat it or not?" A burly black shadow said in a loud voice.
Another yin and yang voice sounded immediately: "Everything you said has reached your mouth. Do you want me not to swallow it?"
The rational voice asked: "How to eat it?"
"Kill, more than forty Class A killers, isn't it enough to kill them?"
"I want to ask for instructions from that person."
"That person?! Are you crazy? What are you going to ask that person for about business matters?"
"I still want to ask... After all, I have read some exercises, and they are more than just profound and can be described." The rational voice showed a look of recollection, as if he was savoring the paragraphs and sentences in the exercises, and appreciating the power contained in them. He said slowly, "This is unprecedented."
Everyone also fell silent.
Even the most eccentric person would not deny this.
The technique called "Tian Xia Jin Qi" is unfathomable and indescribable. In the past, they thought that the technique they practiced was like the Yangtze River and the sea, but just by looking at this technique, they would immediately have a sense of " The ridiculous feeling of sitting in a well and looking at the sky.
The techniques I practice are at most small rivers in towns and villages, or streams in mountains. Hundreds of streams merge into one river, and hundreds of rivers merge into the sea and become part of the sea.
The book "The Power of the World" is the sea.
"Then go and ask."
The others immediately had no objections.
…
The next day.
Located in a cold hall in a dark place.
The Throne of Bones stands in the center.
The mysterious woman sitting on the throne, wearing a dark gold mask, listened to the report.
She cupped her chin.
a long time.
She finished her thoughts and uttered one word: "Do it."
…
Just when these dark forces are taking action,
The major sects in the arena also responded.
They held the skills in front of them in disbelief.
It’s unbelievable that such a technique can actually be obtained for free...
Every sect and force almost fell into silence.
If people in the world had such skills, then who would care about the sect
Everyone can become a master, and everyone has the opportunity to make a mark...
How is this possible
Different places, different voices, but almost the same words.
"Absurd, ridiculous, isn't this going to cause chaos in the world?!"
"These people really have evil intentions, and their intentions can be punished, and their intentions can be punished."
…
"Such profound skills are not differentiated. If someone with malicious intentions learns them, wouldn't it cause harm to the world?"
"This method should be in the hands of our famous sect of righteousness and be kept by us. Only in this way can we prevent young people from doing evil things."
…
"If the seniors who compiled this technique knew that future generations would behave so recklessly and show the technique to others so easily, I'm afraid they would be so angry that they would vomit blood."
"Senior brother is right, Tao is not taught lightly, this kind of people are not qualified to possess such peerless skills, he is not worthy."
…
"There are such fools in the world. If I were him, I would practice hard and not spread the word to anyone else. Only in this way can I have a bright future and a smooth future."
"His way is narrow."
"Those of us who are thoughtful will not do what he did. It's ridiculous and sad. You probably don't know how precious this skill is, right? Why is such a magical skill being used by some stupid people? It's sad and infuriating. "
…
There may be other voices, but these mainstream voices are mixed together. They will not set off immediately because they need to hold a meeting in advance to let the martial arts leader decide what to do.
Maybe the leader of the martial arts alliance will demand that all the techniques be destroyed, and then leave the original copy in his hands, but other major forces will definitely fight for it, and in the future, it is likely to get a result that "every major force can refer to it."
This is the correct trajectory.
…
…
While the righteous people were still discussing, the killer had already been dispatched.
dusk,
It will be night,
late at night.
Gu Hong came from the north.
The cold wind, like a knife cutting through the skin, hit the travelers who were still walking on the street and unwilling to go back.
Feng Chuixue felt like a failure.
He can't make friends.
He may even be a little afraid of others.
I still blush a little when facing girls.
If he had not met a teacher, he might have spent his whole life with his head down and his waist bent.
He took a deep breath of the night wind, hunched his back habitually, and stared at the yellow leaves on the ground that were illuminated red by the lanterns with his lowered eyes.
Yellow leaves fly,
plunder the land,
Soar into the air,
It is the last brilliance after life fades.
Feng Chuixue suddenly stopped. He held the book in his arms and gently touched the knife with his right hand.
knife…
Is his confidant.
It's his lover.
It's his belief.
It's his dignity.
No one can desecrate his sword.
And every time the knife was deviated, it would cause him immense pain, and it would make him suffer with a heart of self-blame and guilt, just like the most fanatical believer who blasphemed his god.
Then he would use a crazy, almost torture method to remember that mistake and never make it again.
However, he was only the first among ninety-nine people.
The world is so big, he doesn't know where he can be.
If you die,
Will it be like the dead leaves in front of me, falling into the dust that no one cares about
If so, how to live this life
He is thinking about his life.
Suddenly he felt murderous intent.
The murderous intent came from behind.
So he casually pulled out the knife.
The speed of the sword, the aura of the sword, the power of the sword, the light of the sword, and the appearance of the sword were as brilliant as a god swinging a sword, flawless, like a dream, dreamy and charming.
He didn't even look back, didn't care who it was, he just shook the blood droplets that appeared somewhere on the blade with force, shook the blood droplets away, and kept the blade clean and dry, and then gently and slowly sheathed it.
Feng Chuixue's thoughts were not interrupted. He squatted down and picked up the fallen leaf. He felt that he was such a fallen leaf.
But he doesn't want that.
There was a quiet fire of karma burning in his heart.
Today, his surname is Feng, which the teacher himself admitted.
The teacher is so great.
So, as a disciple, and as someone with the same surname as his teacher, he should be a little stronger, right
suddenly,
Another gust of wind suddenly came from above his head.
The other two gusts of wind were stuck in the cold shadow, cooperating and intertwining, like poisonous snakes hunting, fluttering out.
Three gusts of wind and three phantoms are coming!
Feng Chuixue drew the knife seriously.
The light of the knife flashed.
All movement in heaven and earth came to a standstill.
He carefully wiped away the blood with a fallen leaf.
Then put away the knife.
On the ground…
There were four bodies in total.
He didn't want to look, but he still glanced at the corpses curiously.
There was a sudden surge in his stomach, and he couldn't help but run forward, then squatted in the corner of the alley and retched.
Tears of retching fell down.
Is life so easy to pass away