"No, no, no..."
Zhang Yang shook his head repeatedly. He was just a student. The conflicts between students did not reach the point of using guns. In fact, Zhang Yang was not mentally prepared to kill Lu Fei. For a student in school, although he had the power of thinking Some uncontrollable killing intent, but there is still a subconscious rejection of killing. w WW(QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO)c oM
"Then there's nothing I can do..."
The old man slowly lay down on the couch, with a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes. He casually took a small, shiny black spring on the table and stroked it in his calloused hands, making a small sound.
…
Soon, Zhang Yang was once again immersed in the vast world of words, almost instinctively. The first book he read was "The Art of War". To his surprise, this pirated book actually gave him a very strange feeling. The feeling, that inexplicable and unclear feeling, was always entangled in his thoughts and soul.
Obviously, it was not the books in the library that made him feel, but the content of the books that made him feel.
After confirming this feeling, Zhang Yang changed books and read like a madman. Reading and changing books, things made him more and more shocked. Many ancient written works can resonate with his body.
What makes Zhang Yang weird is that the resonances aroused are different. Some books can produce a feeling of excitement, while others only make his body feel a slight sensation.
Why
Things seem to be getting more and more complicated, and they have gone beyond the scope of Zhang Yang's thinking. In fact, most of the books have nothing to do with martial arts. They are purely ideological or simply story-based written works.
Soon, Zhang Yang sorted out a few books that produced strong reactions when reading them, and put those books that had no reaction on the bookshelf.
Throughout the morning, Zhang Yang searched for the secrets that made him powerful in the vast words. To his disappointment, he was still unable to control the fighting thoughts in his body. Even later, the resonance of those books became elusive. Get up, slowly, the eagerness to move is getting smaller and smaller...
“Do we really need to learn from scratch?”
Zhang Yang pulled his mind out of the sea of books and stared blankly at a pile of knowledge about martial arts that he had not read yet.
suddenly!
Zhang Yang felt a murderous intent filling the air, and Zhang Yang couldn't help but shudder. Looking up, he saw Lao Li's cloudy eyes becoming sharp, staring closely at the door. The whole person is like a sculpture...
Following Lao Li's gaze, Zhang Yang saw the three people he had seen a few days ago. The sturdy young man with a somewhat mixed-race facial features was wearing a pair of jeans and a pair of white sneakers. The style looked very casual. Wearing silk white shirts, the two bodyguards were still wearing suits and leather shoes. They followed the young man with serious faces and the three of them walked into the alley.
"Who are they?" Zhang Yang couldn't help asking. He remembered that the last time the old man saw these three people, he didn't have such a murderous feeling now. At this time, Zhang Yang began to doubt that the old man knew martial arts again. He really couldn't figure it out. Why do people who don't know martial arts exude that kind of heart-stopping pressure and murderous intent? At the same time, Lao Li's murderous intent reminds Zhang Yang of the old maid in the library. The pressure they generate makes Zhang Yang feel very similar.
"It's okay..." The old man watched the three people disappear into the alley, and the heart-stopping gaze in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a look of incomparable laziness.
"Old Li, you really don't know martial arts?" Zhang Yang asked unwillingly.
"No, why do you ask?"
"I think you can sometimes have a fearful feeling. Isn't this the characteristic of a martial arts master mentioned in the book?"
"Damn, you've read too many online novels. Do you think everyone is a master? Do I look like a master?" The old man sat up suddenly, hit Zhang Yang's head with one hand and cursed.
"Hehe..." Zhang Yang touched his head and laughed dryly.
"Haha, but your observation skills are still very good. However, I really don't know martial arts. I have never used a knife to kill someone..."
"Kill..." A sudden chill ran down Zhang Yang's spine. The old man's eyes were so bland when he said he was killing people, but it made Zhang Yang feel a deep sense of fear.
"I kill with a gun!"
The old man smiled faintly. Not many people in City C knew this secret. Today, when I told this child who I had just met, I suddenly felt a sense of relief, a sense of relief from letting go of a secret. The old man himself was a little confused as to why he wanted to tell this child. However, his answer was almost subconscious.
"Are you a killer?" Zhang Yang's eyes widened. He didn't expect that the bad old man he saw every day was actually a legendary killer.
"So be it." The old man touched the spring in his hand, his eyes were misty, as if he was reminiscing about the lost years.
"Where do you rank in the world of killers?"
"Ahem... What's the number? You think too highly of me..." The old man coughed and his face turned red.
"Isn't it said in the book that people like you who live in seclusion in the busy city are masters?" Zhang Yang muttered.
"..." The old man was speechless.
"Then why do you look so awesome?"
"Haha, since you asked, I'll tell you, if I were really ranked, I'd probably be ranked after a thousand people in the killer world..."
"After a thousand..." Zhang Yang curled his lips. This data did not interest him at all. If a person ranks behind a thousand on a ranking list, no matter how good he is, he will never be that good.
"What!? Are you looking down on Uncle Li?" the old man said with a nonchalant smile.
"No, no..." Zhang Yang waved his hand quickly.
"Haha, let me ask you, how many countries are there on the earth?"
"Um... I haven't calculated it specifically. Today's independence and tomorrow's independence are estimated to be more than 200..."
"Well, even if there are two hundred, if the total number of killers is one thousand, how many killers are there on average in each country?"
"Five." Zhang Yang was a little confused, but still answered honestly.
"Well, there are five killers. That's better than anyone else in the world. "This..."
Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment. This was an unanswerable question. There are countless cities in the world that are larger than City C. There is no exact data at all. There are over 300 cities in China that are larger than City C in the world. It is simply beyond calculation.
"Are you still looking down on me?!" the old man laughed.
Immediately, Zhang Yang understood what the old man meant. Although the old man was only a killer who was ranked after a thousand people and was not in the mainstream, he was considered quite powerful on a global scale. At least, the old man was probably the most powerful one in City C.
"Do you have a gun?" Zhang Yang's eyes shone with light. As a good student, Zhang Yang had never seen a real gun in his life. For a normal man, there is almost no one who is not interested in guns.
"Haha, if a killer doesn't have a gun, he can't be called a killer." The old man laughed. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.com)