More of a killer than an agent.

His only interest is to kill, what he is obsessed with is the aesthetics of blood, the moment when life falls like a meteor in his hands!

As early as a child, Bill was fascinated by the fragrance of flesh and blood, seeing killing as a beautiful stage performance.

From wild cats and dogs, to corpses in hospitals, to homeless people and innocent children and women on the side of the road, Bill is a self-proclaimed pilgrim of art and beauty, creating his ideal masterpieces.

"Dawn is coming, let's kick off the slaughter and welcome this delightful spectacle!" Bill, dressed in a white lab coat, gracefully walked and smiled, like a dancer in the spotlight.

It was close to dawn, and in Bill's view, the moment when the blood soaked in the morning light was as gorgeous as a blooming flower.

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable!" a slightly childish voice sounded, and Bill looked up to see a young boy in a Taoist robe standing on the top of the steps.

Looking at the baby's fat pink face, Bill only felt the impulse in his body be awakened, and he couldn't wait to use his own knife to cut through the delicate skin and listen to the beautiful music of blood splashing out!

"Your Excellency is not welcome in this view, please come back quickly!" said Ming Ye in a deep voice, with a calm face that did not match his age.

"Oh, sweet boy, you are so beautiful! My inspiration is constantly emerging, would you like to create the perfect masterpiece with me?" Bill flipped out two lancets in his hand, his eyes feverishly staring at the night on the steps.

Seeing Bill's stunned appearance tomorrow night, he couldn't help but shake his head and said, "It seems that it doesn't make sense, in order to avoid burdening the pilgrims anymore, Poor Dao has to use practical actions to stop you!"

"What a funny thing, child, have you noticed that my face may be exactly the same as that of your killer!" said Bill, smiling brightly, and the lancet in his right hand arced straight to the center of Tomorrow Night's eyebrows.

Tomorrow night did not dodge, as if there was no time to respond.

Knock Throat!

The lancet flew in front of Mingye, suddenly sank, and fell on the steps with Mingye's robe.

A trace of astonishment flashed in Bill's eyes, and then he whispered even more excitedly on the edge of the lancet and said, "Son, I like the way you die more and more, it must be an extraordinary work!"

The hands conjured up a large afterimage, and Bill felt for a lancet as if by juggling, throwing or throwing or shooting, striking the sharp knives in a variety of different ways.

The flickering knives of the cold light were like a metal rain, and the beauty was full of the coldness of death.

"It's useless to come any more!" said Ming Ye rather calmly.

All the throwing knives were stagnant a few inches in front of Ming Ye's body, and they could no longer move an inch.

In the next second, the flying knife trembled, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

I saw that the lancet that was stagnant in the air suddenly turned around, and fired a salvo towards Bill at a faster speed.

Bill's face flushed as he strolled forward with two lancets in hand.

A series of crashing sounds, mixed with sporadic sparks, calmly knocked down the flying knives one by one.

"If Your Excellency takes one step further, you will not be welcome!" said Tomorrow Night.

"People call me crazy, call me a murderer, no, it's because they don't understand true art at all! Just imagine what a beautiful picture it is when the cold blade cuts through the warm body, and the red blood soaks the white skin! Every time the knife goes down, it can cause resonance and tremor in the depths of the soul, until at last, life withers, and it is the supreme art that is revived and reborn in the flesh and blood!" Bill put his arms around his body, and his voice was sharp and broken with excitement.

Tomorrow Night's face was as usual, and he was a little shocked in his heart.

I've seen psychological distortion, but I've really never seen it distorted to this point, this person is simply an out-and-out pervert!

However, a psychologically distorted pervert may be unexpectedly easy to deal with!

"Do you think you really know art? Hehe, what you're talking about is all self-satisfaction! Beauty? You're simply tarnishing the word!" exclaimed Ming Ye.

When Bill heard this, his face instantly turned gloomy, and the hand holding the lancet trembled slightly.

"What is beauty? Natural harmony is beauty, in other words, beauty is absolute freedom! Everything is born according to the laws of nature, and everything dies according to the laws of nature, this is beauty!" said Ming Ye slowly.

"Shut up, you kid knows what!" Bill yelled, throwing two more throwing knives.

The flying knife fell weakly in front of Ming Ye, and Ming Ye continued: "Speaking of art, if there is not enough tension, there is no power enough to shock people's hearts. Pure killing and blood, even if it is done to the extreme, lacking opposition and foil, it can't even be called the aesthetics of violence, what art can we talk about!"

"Shut up! Shut up! Fool blaspheming the Supreme Art!" Bill couldn't control his reason anymore, clutching his lancet and heading straight for the night on the steps.

Tomorrow Night stood with his hands tied, ignoring Bill's slashing blade.

The moment he stepped on the one hundred and eighth steps of Qingyun, the sudden gravity instantly made Bill lose his center of gravity, and the lancet came out of his hand.

If it were normal, Bill would definitely be a little vigilant, even if he was affected by this inexplicable gravity, he could quickly adjust. However, at this moment, Bill, who was furious, only had killing Tomorrow Night in his mind, and he didn't care about anything else at all.

His gaze became lower and lower, sliding from Tomorrow Night's head to Tomorrow Night's feet and finally to the dark blue steps, and Bill, who was struggling to keep his balance, slammed on the steps.

Laugh at~~~

The flying lancet plummeted under gravity and plunged into Bill's heart.

In pain, Bill's whole body fell from the steps like a gourd of rolling sugar, and fell to the bottom of the steps.

Coincidentally, after such a roll and knock, the Lancet was completely pierced.

Such an unexpected ending can be described as an accident beyond tomorrow night, he shouted at the top: "Xiaoyu, Senior Sister Ruoshui, come down quickly, let's die!"

Bill stared at the sky with his eyes lost and muttered, "Is this what it feels like to die when the pain is so real?

With that, Bill rolled his eyes and lost consciousness.

……

"Senior sister, this person won't die, right?" asked Ming Ye with apprehension.

After all, Ming Ye is just a child, even if the other party is a perverted murderer, Ming Ye also has no intention of taking his name.

"Don't worry, the knife didn't go too deep, it didn't hurt the heart, and it will be fine if you pull it out and stop the bleeding. Ruoshui looked at it and said.

Xiaoyu crouched to the side, curiously poking at Bill, a dead fish.

After hearing Ruoshui's words, she immediately said excitedly: "I'll come, I'll come!"

Puff~~~

Blood gushed out of Bill's back.

"Xiaoyu, why did you pull it out, I haven't prepared anything yet!" Ruoshui said in a panic.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Xiaoyu said apologetically.

Puff~~~

"Oh, it's back!" Xiaoyu clapped her hands and said with a smile.

Ruoshui and Mingye looked at each other, this person was still half-dead before, and after such a toss, I am afraid that he will not be able to live happily.