How to cultivate an excellent assassin
Each has its own way.
Lord Huai believes in "Heroes are saddened by beauty", so his dark organization [Nocturne] is mostly femme fatales who are graceful, charming and good at assassination. Lord Zixuan felt that she should "learn skills from barbarians to control barbarians", so she recruited many thieves who are good at night activities to fill her dark organization [Luo Chen]. Another example is Yunhai Baifeng, no matter what field he is in, he obeys the principle of "conquering people with virtue". He rarely trains his own assassins.
As one of the three Anbu organizations known for their assassinations, Lingwu's [Yinwei] has always believed in only four words.
"Ruthless and ungrateful".
In Lingwu's view, this is the most basic condition for being an assassin. He is ruthless and ungrateful, and even his senses have become dull, so he can suffer more than ordinary people can bear. Even if he is caught and tortured, he will not reveal any news.
So how to do this
Concealment has its own method of concealment.
Take a child aged three to four, and pierce the back of their head with a silver needle. The tip of the needle penetrates an inch into the skull, destroying part of the brain function, so that they can no longer feel any emotions that humans should have. This process is extremely painful and the risk is very high. It is considered lucky that one in ten children can survive. Most of the children die the moment the needle tip enters the brain.
And the children who survived became very obedient.
The seven emotions, joy, anger, worry, thought, sorrow, and fear, do not keep any of them; the six desires, the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, are as numb as stones. Ruthless and ungrateful, without desires and demands, this is the real assassin, and he is qualified to inherit the position of Yinwei [Dadutong].
When Xi Luo was a child, I don't know if it was because the silver needle was a little bit off, or because of other reasons, her emotions were not completely lost, but a very small part remained. That bit of emotion is like a firefly in the dark, unable to illuminate anything, but because of its existence, Shiloh can't fully blend into the darkness.
Compared with the assassins of the same period, she is like a defective product.
When the assassins of the same batch were already able to kill as proficiently as a butcher, Hilo was unable to do it for a long time.
Hilo has done everything well, can get a high ranking in training, and his theoretical knowledge is not lost to anyone.
She wore a thin body and suffered in the wind and snow since she was a child. She pinched her nose and chewed all kinds of poisonous insects until she was a child. She stood motionless on a wooden stake several meters high with one foot. She plunged into the icy cold lake and held her breath for hours. She used sharp teeth to tear raw flesh and hair and drink blood. She was alone in the wilderness on a starry night. Prostrate on the ground to practice the ability to hide the breath.
She has done all of these, even better than the assassins of the same period.
At that time, Dadutong also had high hopes for her, saying in private that she could be of great use.
The only shortcoming is that Shiloh is very resistant to killing people.
At first, everyone thought it was because she was not used to it, and it will be fine once she gets used to it. As an assassin, who doesn't have dozens or hundreds of lives under his command? At first, everyone was not used to it, but now everyone is used to it, and some even enjoy it. Why is Yama of the Ten Palaces so strong? They just kill them, they often engage in killing competitions, and they often discuss how to kill faster and more excitingly. So everyone thinks Hilo will be like this, and it must be like this.
But gradually, they discovered that Hilo was indeed an outlier, the only outlier among the forty-nine people.
One of her teachers, King Chujiang of the Second Temple, one of the Ten Temples of Yama, once asked her:
"It's a joke, you can kill beasts, but you can't kill people? Go in with a knife and goug out the heart, cut up the wine! It's tender and fresh, taste it once, and you'll fall in love with killing people too."
Hilo replied:
"Human life is different from beasts."
Chu Jiang of the Second Hall was full of contempt, and said with a smile:
"What's the difference? Killing people and killing pigs is killing! Once you kill a lot, you will naturally get used to it. If you don't kill people, people will come to kill you. If you are ruthless, you will have no worries, and if you have no worries, you will have no pain. It's easy to remember Let's go."
Shiloh bowed his head in silence.
She was taught so many right things from a young age:
It's right to kill, it's right to be mean, it's right to do whatever it takes.
It is right to trade lives for lives when necessary.
It is also right to die in hiding.
Everyone is taught that, and everyone does it.
Those are the right things, but I don't know where the right thing is.
Every time I think about these things, I feel a chill through my bones. Even the overwhelming frost and snow can't let the cold penetrate into the heart, but this kind of indifference in the world seems to be able to penetrate deep into the bone marrow.
Gradually, no one saw Shiloh as a genius anymore, but as a laughing stock.
What kind of assassin is an assassin who can't even hold the knife to kill? Go home and go to breastfeed.
In fact, even Shilo himself has been annoyed by this residual emotion countless times: why is he the only one who is different, why is he the only one who has to suffer such pain—if he becomes as numb as the people around him, he will Wouldn't it be better
Most people have discarded their beautiful characters when they were growing up, but they classified all these as secular and smoothed the edges and corners. But in fact, looking back, everyone hates the world, but everyone embraces the world. Just because this is the most worry-free and labor-saving way of life. Becoming like everyone else is a compromise everyone has to make.
So what if there is no compromise
It won't do anything, it will just become that trash that doesn't grow up in other people's mouths.
When other assassins went all over the world to practice, Hilo finally received his order.
Go to that far west city, to lie dormant and hinder its development.
There is no need to kill people.
Shiloh breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, there, everything was different.
When setting the fire, the city lord snatched the mask away without anyone noticing, and was held tightly in his arms when he was assassinated. Although it was his own initiative, the first kiss was sent out inexplicably. After that, countless assassinations failed, and the assassin's dignity was shattered into fragments all over the place, and he was constantly fed all kinds of delicious things, and he fell into this tenderness unconsciously and couldn't extricate himself. At first, he comforted himself with "I can't kill him anyway", but gradually Hilo realized that it wasn't that he couldn't kill him, but that he didn't want to kill him anymore.
After meeting Lide, she suddenly felt that she was lucky to be different, lucky to be a different kind. She had waited so long for a reward, and at that moment, the previous pain suddenly became indifferent.
"This feeling, can other people get it?"
Whenever she thinks like this, Shiloh feels a little proud like a competitive child, although these emotions never show on her face.
It was Lide's luck that the assassin who came to Yuxi City was Xi Luo, otherwise he would have lost at least one Fang Shisan.
It is also Xi Luo's luck to come to Yuxi City, there will be no second person in the world who is not related to her and spoils her so much.
This is the luck of two people.
So Shiloh made a decision.
She left Yuxi City alone with heavy steps.
She followed the sign to the gloomy room alone.
An open house in Rivet City was originally the residence of a wealthy family. But some time ago, Fang Shisan almost took down Rivet City. Many big families were frightened and sold their houses and lands to move to the east. The vacated house is rented by a few outsiders, and no one will pay attention to it.
There are only a few lights flickering in the house, and the light and shadow are mottled together.
Chuanming Guanshuang put his hands in his sleeves and stood quietly aside. Three people, two men and one woman, were sitting on a chair, knocking on Erlang's legs, and shaking the chair back and forth. King Qin Guang of the first hall, King Chu Jiang of the second hall, and King Pingping of the ninth hall, the three major assassins did not have the slightest appearance of an assassin, calmly like ordinary people.
Of course, this is only in the eyes of ordinary people.
For Hilo, who was kneeling in the middle of the room, the cold sweat dripped down on the ground unstoppably. It was winter but it seemed like a hot summer day.
In front of her, the only female among the three assassins—King Jiudianping raised her eyebrows and asked:
"What are you going to do? Say it again, I didn't catch you."
Hilo swallowed a mouthful of saliva and repeated what he had just said:
"... trade my life for his."
King Jiudian Pingping laughed loudly, as if hearing the funniest joke in the world, his thin shoulders twitched, pointed at Hilo and asked:
"Your life? What does your life matter? Do you really regard yourself as the head of the family? One day you can't sit in the position of the general, and one day you are just the last assassin in the secret guard! Your life is ours! , why talk about changing something?!"
King Chu Jiang of the Second Palace is a bearded man. He looked at Xi Luo with a complicated expression, and said:
"You know what your majesty is like. Nalid, there was no need to die, but he tried to instigate you several times, breaking the taboo of being a hidden guard. This order was specially approved by your majesty, and even Dadutong I can't keep you."
King Qin Guang of the first hall looked gloomy, and his voice was cold:
"It's almost time, let's do it. There are still many people to kill."
King Jiudian Pingping laughed, his voice was harsh like a night owl:
"Killing? I like it the most, especially the blood of young women. It is the most beautiful, so don't rob me!"
King Chujiang of the second hall sighed, stood up, and said to Xi Luo:
"My teacher once asked you, do you want to be an assassin or a saint, do you have the answer now?"
Hilo raised his head, opened his mouth, and said:
"Assassins also have feelings. Emotions and desires are a burden. But I don't want to give up... and I don't regret it."
As soon as the voice fell, killing intent gushed out like a tide. A snow-white dagger slipped out of Hilo's cuff, and she rushed up to the three people standing on top of the assassins.
Yes, she was afraid. Having seen the strength of the masters with her own eyes, and the scenes of the masters killing people, those bloody and terrifying scenes were engraved in her mind and soul. This fear has long been ingrained, but at this moment she does not know where the courage comes from, daring to take a knife to assassinate an assassin who is much stronger than herself.
But after only two steps, the dagger pierced through his limbs and nailed him to the ground, and the blood was all over the green bricks under his feet. King Jiudian Pingping tilted his head, let out a "tss", and said:
"Yellow-haired girl, you also want to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors. Your little ability is left over from our play."
King Qin Guang of the first palace nodded and said indifferently:
"It's a fact that Hilo betrayed the hidden guard, and we will be punished for committing crimes. King of Equality, execute."
"I don't need you to tell me."
The woman with the appearance of a young woman stretched out her hand, and a turquoise dagger appeared in her palm. The Equality King approached Hilo with a smirk, and made a gesture between her eyebrows—
Then he stabbed the dagger sharply.