In front of him is an iron gate disguised as a stone wall, and the outside of this iron gate is the end of the road in the Balar Mountain Scenic Area. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The iron gate is built on top of a mountain, and when you look up from the door, it is a towering mountain.

If it weren't for his 100% certainty, Xue Lin would have been locked behind the iron gate about four or five kilometers away, and even he was almost deceived by this extremely perfectly disguised iron gate.

It didn't take much effort, and with a wave of his hand, the mountain near the big iron gate disintegrated, and the big iron gate, which was about four or five feet high, collapsed with a bang.

Re-ignited, turned on the headlights, and the wheels ran over the iron gate that had fallen to the ground, slowly entering the dark tunnel.

After passing through the tunnel, there is a different kind of cave, perhaps the most beautiful place in the Barral Mountains, where the trees are green, and the broad-leaved forests of early autumn still seem to grow luxuriantly in the humid and warm air, and a forest path leads to the depths.

The four of them got out of the car and walked side by side, the forest path seemed to be bustled with people all year round, the foothills were trampled to the ground, the bushes and flowers on both sides of the road were trampled crookedly, and there were huge footprints on the soft ground that stretched all the way in, indicating that there was a large crowd of people passing here not long ago.

"Ridiculous! Wright Chen actually dared to bring those three women with him!"

In the conference room, Ward waved his arms in emotion, half roaring and half startled.

Elder Tu grinned, "Isn't that great? ”

Elder Mud looked at Chen Guang, who had a calm face in the surveillance, but said with some worry: "Could it be that he has absolute confidence that he can deal with us, so he didn't take it seriously at all, right?"

"What are you kidding? Why did he look down on us Shattered World Saint Clan? When he stole the Holy Core three hundred years ago, he was chased and killed by us?"

Elder Tu was full of confidence, and at this moment, there was a knock on the door of the conference room.

Elder Tu raised his eyebrows, "Come in." ”

A lump of mud was at the door, and he poked his head inside, and then said in a very nervous tone: "Report to the Great Elder, that's the ...... Seshatha ......"

Ward interrupted the mud, "What's wrong with Shisha?"

"I can't tell you clearly, he always says some nonsense, and he doesn't want to cooperate, otherwise he would invite the three elders to come and take a look?"

The more the mud man spoke, the quieter it became.

Elder Tu got up angrily, "Nonsense, when is it, what are you making trouble! Let's go!"

In the No. 1 secret room of the Shattered World Base, Shisha was facing the other seventeen people and roared hoarsely: "You have all been deceived! This is a scam! You will all die! There is no eternal life at all! There is no Shattered World Saint Clan! We are not stone monsters!"

The other seventeen looked at him like madmen, sympathy, jealousy, regret, and more of a betrayal.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he had been having strange dreams since last night.

In this strange dream, he is not the strongest holy warrior of the Shattered World Holy Clan, but an orphan born in the earth of China.

Maybe it's not an orphan, maybe it has parents, but it was abducted by traffickers at a very young age.

The memory was too long ago for him to be sure.

He only knew that he had been living in this beautiful base since he could remember.

He always likes to sneak to the small lake behind the base to play with the sand, and also likes to sit on the small lake with a fishing rod to fish, his fishing skills are very good, he can hang a basket full of baskets in half a day, but the fish he catches never eats, but pours back into the lake, and gives these deceived stupid fish a reason, so that they will not be stupid in the future, how can there be bait from the sky, there is no lunch in this world.

Later, as he grew taller, he had to sit in class with people who were older than him, and he was taught all sorts of things.

Shisha doesn't really like to learn things, but whenever he wants to be lazy, he will be hung up and beaten with a whip, and it makes no sense for him to forgive.

So he gritted his teeth and learned it after all.

But suddenly one day, according to what he had learned, he slashed the sharp dagger in his hand over a childhood friend who grew up together, and he suddenly reacted.

He didn't understand, everyone is human, why kill people?

There are so many things in the world that you can't eat them all, and everyone can live, but why do you have to let another person die?

He took the question out and asked one of the kindest teachers in his mind, and this time he was thrown into a cage along with three other children.

He will never forget what the kind teacher said when he left, "Either the three of you kill the sand, or the three of you die at the hands of the sand." The shattered world does not need saints, you are killers, weapons, not people. ”

Three days later, the teacher came to open the cage, and Shisha had been waiting for him here for two and a half days with the three corpses.

Shisha probably understood a truth, killing people is not to eat, sometimes it may just be for a simpler reason, to live.

He couldn't find an answer to which of one person's life or three people's lives was more valuable, but in order to let himself live well, he chose to let the other three people die, using the things he forced himself to learn.

Shisha can't forget the teacher's eyes full of joy when he opened the door.

At that time, he did not understand, why should this teacher be happy, I killed someone, killed my own kind, shouldn't you be angry and sad?

Later, he gradually understood.

From then on, his life seemed to reach a dead end, and every other year, he was thrown into a cage with everyone else.

The difference is that the cage is getting bigger and bigger, and more and more people are being thrown into it with themselves, and everyone else is getting older and stronger except for themselves.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the teacher's request, every time, either by himself or by everyone else.

Until one day two years ago, when he came out of the cage for the last time, he had his own name, and he was no longer given a small life because he liked to play with sand, his name was, Shisha.

He became the youngest Title Killer in the Shattered World at the age of sixteen, and he also became the most powerful Title Killer.

On this day, he killed the last person in his life, the teacher who kept throwing him into the cage, and vowed never to kill anyone again, and never allow others to kill in front of his eyes.

Unlike other killers, at the age of sixteen, he went to the lake behind the base by himself, set up a wooden house, and lived there for two years.

During these two years, Shattered wanted him to go out on a mission more than once, that is, to kill people.

But his answer was very simple, either you kill me, or let me live here alone and quietly.

The three elders didn't understand why such a freak who refused to kill but was amazingly powerful could be born in the incomparably perfect talent training mechanism of the shattered world.

The three of them also had the idea of simply cutting him down more than once, but after all, they were reluctant to give up this most talented young killer ever, thinking that he would be harmless anyway, so they simply let him live alone by the lake, and be with the sand and the stupid fish in the lake.

Since then, he has lived alone by the lake.

In the past two years, only another World Blade with a similar fate to him would always come to visit him from time to time and chat with him.

But Shisha hated this guy a little bit, because every time he would catch the fattest fish from all the fish he had planned to release, make it into a grilled fish, and force himself to eat it.

But anyway, it's nice to have someone to chat with from time to time.

And so on until last night

Shisha didn't know why he left the lake and returned to the base, and he didn't remember why he took people out to deal with those intruders in a daze, and his mind was always confused.

It seems that he does not live alone by the lake because he does not want to go out to kill, but because there was once a thing called the Earth Holy Core in the small lake, he is the most talented young warrior in the Shattered World Saint Clan, and has the innate ability to communicate with all the earth elements and absorb them all-encompassing, so he has become the most important final weapon in the clan, so he was arranged to live by the small lake to communicate the power of the elements.

Two different life experiences poured into each other's mind, and he couldn't tell what was a dream and what was real.

Both of these lives were incomparably real, but he knew in his heart that there must be only one true.

But the question is, which one is true?

When he had been leading the team to ambush Xue Lin and the others, he had been thinking about this matter in his head, so he always seemed a little absent-minded, but the others had executed all of his orders to capture him alive and prohibit killing.

On the way to the mountain, escorting the hostages from the outskirts of Mount Barral, he was even more confused when he looked at these "monster" companions who made him feel familiar and familiar.

He looked at the quicksand surging like clouds in his palm, and his heart was a little steady, no matter what, only these sands could bring a little steadiness to his empty heart.

He thought to himself, maybe the killer thing was a dream, or maybe it was my past life.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he wanted to talk to the others.

But he didn't know how to speak, he didn't want to be seen as an anomaly, he felt that his two memories might be a great secret.

It wasn't until later, when one of his "partners" killed a living person in front of him, that he suddenly lost control of his emotions, killed the "partner" on the spot, and crushed his crystal nucleus.

The "memory" of this partner, however, inexplicably poured out of the exploding crystal nucleus, turned into fragments, and returned to himself with his own sand.

Only then did he realize that every partner had memories of being a killer.

But they are different from themselves, they are learning the elemental abilities of the Shattered World Saint Clan, and they are also learning the skills of killers, sometimes passing through the barriers between the Douluo World and the low-level world, and going to the low-level world to perform various killing tasks, this is to earn the money that is worthless in their eyes, but also to train themselves, gain more powerful power, and one day invade that world.

It turns out that he is not the only one who has been an apprentice killer.

But why do I always think this kind of thing is ridiculous?

Getting the memories of his dead "partner" should have made him even more convinced of the idea that he was the strongest genius in the Shattered Saint Clan, but as a result, no matter how he tried to put together that timeline in his heart, the two memories could not overlap, and instead of merging, the two lives became more and more separate.

This obsession lasted until he and the other seventeen title powerhouses were called to the wide No. 1 secret room, and when Shijian and the others planned to end their own lives and condense all their strength into one person, they finally broke out completely, so Shisha roared out the previous sentence.

He had already said that he would not kill again, but today he had already killed a companion first, and if these seventeen people also chose to kill themselves, it would also be because of me!

I will never accept it!(To be continued.) )