Under the faint moonlight, A Chong saw a hideous face—it was not a human face at all.
Jing Wu Mian's "face" was covered with deep scars, and almost no piece of skin was intact. Every wound was deeply visible with bones, revealing the dark red muscles inside. Even A Chong couldn't help but move his face when he saw this tragic situation.
"Hahaha, Kitano Chong, compared to me, you don't know what misery is!"
Jing Wumian's voice was full of sorrow, and said slowly:
"When I was 8 years old, my parents died. Only me and my 5-year-old brother were left in the family. Before the funeral was finished, the relatives distributed all the valuable things at home, leaving our brothers and no one willing. Yes, no one wants to bring two burdens of eating plain rice. Our house was taken away by the creditor, and my brother and I were kicked out of the house, so we had to rely on the street to pick up vegetable leaves to fill our hunger. It’s better to say in the summer, just find one. The place can be used as a bed as soon as we lie down. It is cold in winter and we can only hold stray dogs under the bridge to keep warm.
Until one day, we met Professor Zhang. The professor took us away and sent us to a place with food and bed to sleep. That place impressed me with dozens of orphans who had no homes just like us. There are icy instruments, icy faces, and icy lights all around.
Later I learned that it was called the Life Transformation Research Institute. My brother and I had a lot of operations there and took a lot of medicine. Every time the operation was painful, they said it was a physical modification, which would make us stronger and not be bullied.
Many of the children who underwent physical modification with us did not survive, but my brother and I managed to survive.
Originally, I thought the process of body transformation was the most painful, but later I learned that this was just the beginning.
After the body modification was completed, we were taken to a secretly guarded base, where we received basic fighting training. A few months later, the instructor gave us a knife and let us fight each other.
The instructor said:'Only those who win are qualified to live! '
This sentence has become the motto of the training camp, and it has also become the only law of our survival.
Can you imagine? A child who was only ten years old tasted the taste of murder for the first time. We don't have time to bother at all, because the next is more cruel training.
The instructor said that only one-tenth of the people who can finally get out of the training camp. Before that, everyone around you was your competitor.
In order to get out alive, I train hard with my brother. In the following years, we have successfully passed through several rounds of survival challenges. After each challenge, the number of children around us will be reduced by half. Seeing that the end of the training camp is getting closer and closer, as long as we experience another round of survival challenges, we can get out of this death training camp. Both my brother and I saw the hope of victory. Perhaps we can go out together alive. "
Jing Wumian's voice became lower and lower, "However, in the last round of survival challenge, my brother and I were put into the same group..."
At this point, Jing Wumian slowly raised his hands, and said with a trembling voice: "You don't want to know this process... I just used these hands to kill my brother with my own hands. I can't forget him now. The look in the eyes of death. I don’t know if it is pain or relief, despair or..."
Jing Wumian couldn't speak, and even choked up while covering his face.
A Chong looked at him in amazement. He had only heard of the name "Shadow Warrior" a few times occasionally. As the most mysterious organization under Professor Zhang, the Shadow Warriors always only heard their voices and didn't see them. He didn't expect them to be the most mysterious organization. Training and selection are so cruel.
Jing Wumian slowly stopped crying, and carefully looked at his hands and said: "After killing my brother, I successfully graduated from the death training camp and became one of the lucky ones who could go out alive. But I I can never get rid of the shadow it left me...
Until now, every night when I go to bed, I can dream about the look in my brother's eyes, and he just stares at me so hard and doesn't say a word.
I don't know what he saw before he died. But at that time, I must look terrible... I hate myself, I hate my face, I dare not look in the mirror, every time I feel guilty, I cut off my face with a knife! "
Jing Wumian took a deep breath, looked at A Chong and said, "Kitano Chong, you said I don’t know what a dead soul is, and what hell is? Ha ha! I personally turned my brother into a dead soul! I live every day. In hell!"
Jing Wumian clenched his fist and screamed!
A Chong looked at him and suddenly felt that this person was very pitiful.
Although his parents died before he was born, under the care of Ziyang's parents and the villagers, his childhood was warm and friendly.
The man in front of him had suffered from human suffering since he was a child, and was abandoned by the whole world, and even the only brother who cared about him was killed by himself.
"Kitano Chong, you don't know how much I envy you. You are born with extraordinary talents, and the professor carefully cares and nurtures you, just like the flowers in the greenhouse—and we orphans who are not gifted are like beasts. Generally kill each other until the strongest people are left behind!
The professor treats you as disciples, but uses us as tools. Now his sharpest tool is going to kill his most proud disciple, you say, is this ironic? Hahaha! "
Jing Wumian looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, the muscles in the wound on his face trembling constantly, looking terrible.
A Chong knew that this person had a mental disorder, but could not help but persuade him: "In that case, why don't you get rid of the professor's control and find a quiet place to hide? I believe that with your ability today, it is not difficult to do this. ."
"Hidden? Why?" Jing Wumian said in puzzlement: "I enjoy all this now! Every time I watch the target fall in my hands and breathe, don't mention how happy I am!
I told myself that every soul that died in my hands was my slave, and I sent them to the underworld to serve my brother.
Kitano Chong, I heard that your parents are dead before you are born. Are you a purebred ghost boy? Rare and rare. I think my brother must be very interested in your soul. "
Jing Wumian shook his head and said, seemingly confident of killing A Chong.
As soon as Jing Wumian mentioned his parents, A Chong couldn't help but feel a chill on his face. He stepped forward and said, "I think you are also a hard-working man. Finally, I will give you a chance to leave here, otherwise..."
"Otherwise what? Otherwise, kill me?"
Jing Wumian interrupted A Chong and said, "Listen carefully first, what sound is this!"
Jing Wumian listened to the direction of the camp, and A Chong turned his head to look, and saw a burst of fire suddenly appeared in the camp, and there were two faint gunshots coming from him, and he couldn't help being shocked!
"You, do you have an accomplice?"
"Ah Yo, I'm sorry, I forgot, I suddenly remembered that I do have a partner." Jing Wumian pretended to exaggerate his mouth.
"Asshole! You lied to me!"
A Chong turned around and was about to run to the camp, Jing Wu Mian shook his body in front of him, smiled, opened his mouth and said:
"Fool, of course I have an accomplice, otherwise you think I am talking with you for a long time? Why do you think I am opening up with you? If you don't lead you away, how can my accomplices have a chance to start? I'm old and don't have any brains at all!"
Seeing Jing Wumian talking in front of him, A Chong felt an unprecedented disgust, and shouted angrily:
"Get out of the way! You want to find death, no one can blame me!"
Ah Chong condensed his right arm, ready to attack—Jing Wu Mian must be eliminated in the shortest time, otherwise the people in the camp might suffer.
Seeing A Chong's yin and yang arms suddenly bulge, Jing Wu Mian's expression also became serious. Although it was easy to say, Jing Wu was still very jealous of A Chong. He secretly held the Poisonous Ice Poison Needle in his hand, ready to defend against A Chong's shocking blow.
"Kitano Chong, do you know? The above command is not only to kill you, but also Timur's old man and his beautiful girl Not a single member of the sect — no matter how powerful you are, I’m afraid you can only keep yourself, but you can’t keep them... ”
Jing Wumian still spoke unrelentingly, trying to disturb A Chong's mind.
Ah Chongran yelled violently, his body flew up quickly, and his right hand hit Jing Wumian's face with a straight fist.
Jing Wumian had already prepared, and with a wave of his right hand, a bit of cold light in his palm pierced A Chong's arm.
This move seems to be a losing-lose style of play, but he is sure to force A Chong to defend. As long as A Chong retreats, there are even more powerful killers behind him.
He fought with A Chong in the tent once, knowing that A Chong is good at his fists, so he took a passive defense tactic to fight with A Chong.
A Chongji linked the people in the camp, and would not dare to fall in love with the battle, and would inevitably attack.
As long as the delay is longer, A Chong's mind becomes more flustered, and he will seize the flaw.
Although he hadn't played with A Chong with complete certainty, Jing Wu Mian believed that his ice soul poison needle was enough to protect himself if he used it to defend.
Seeing that that bit of cold light was about to pierce A Chong, who knew that A Chong did not evade, allowing the Bing Po poison needle to pierce his yin and yang arm. At the same time, a heavy fist hit Jing Wumian's face. With full force this time, half of Jing Wumian's face was dented.
Jing Wumian let out a sorrowful cry, then fell back to the sky. Before he fell down, he was kicked again in the ribs. The whole figure flew high like a kite and fell straight into the snow. After landing, there was still not enough energy, and they rolled more than ten meters away one after another.
Jing Wumian was punched and kicked for a while, and he was seriously injured if he didn't die. A Chong succeeded in a blow but did not take advantage of the situation to pursue it. He was concerned about the safety of everyone in the camp, and he could not go up to check the life and death of Jing Wumian, and rushed to the camp with energy.
He heard the whirring wind in his ears, and A Chong continued to regret: why he was so stupid and careless, so easily deceived by others, and he didn't raise his vigilance even after listening to Jing Wu Mian talked about it for a long time.
What he is worried about now is that the number of people who attacked the camp is unknown. If they are also the same as Jing Wumen, Naya and the others may be more fortunate.