Some people hate the city, they hate the rules and regulations here, and they have to be restrained even when crossing the street, bound to the red, green and yellow, and even more bound to the passing vehicles.

But even so, these people are still happy to work hard in this noisy city.

Maybe there's just not a better option, who knows?

Towards the evening, another wave of people poured out of the subway entrance, men, women and children, some joyful and some sad.

Like a ripe dandelion, when the wind blows, it rushes to its nest.

There was a young man in the crowd, like a high school student, more than one meter seven tall, with a pair of glasses, white and clean, very quiet.

He wore headphones and pushed his bicycle, and the shadow was stretched long against the backdrop of this setting sun.

There are fewer and fewer people on the streets, and the young man rides his bike, carrying a school bag with various cartoon stickers on the side.

On the steps around the corner, sat a kind grandmother, with gray hair, a wrinkled face, and sunken eyes.

Holding a crutch in his hand, he watched passers-by come and go, watching the vicissitudes of the world.

No one stopped to talk to the old man because of his helplessness, and no one wondered why there was an old man here on a cold day.

The bicycle was not fast, and it walked slowly and slowly, passing in front of the old woman.

The young man was curious, turned his head to look at the old man, and felt strange in his heart, but he still rode the car without being surprised.

The old man smiled at the boy with a kind look in her eyes, as if she were looking at her own grandson, and she skillfully inserted the crutch into the wheel of the boy's bicycle.

"Squeak~"

The tires skidped, dragging a black mark on the ground, and the white face showed incredible, angry, panicked, and even more incredible.

"Hit someone!"

The old man fell nimbly in front of the youth car, shouting in his mouth.

Although the ground was very cold, the uneven stone slabs were embedded with mud, and the young man was speechless for a while, and he was not lightly frightened.

"Why is this kid riding a bicycle so careless?" someone stood up for the first time, showing justice, and while talking, the hot air steamed from his mouth, like a soul, left his body, floated upwards, and then collapsed.

At the end of this street, that is, the corner where the boy was, it was full of people gathered to watch the lively people.

They spat knives in their mouths, knives of different shapes, and the boy finally spoke: "I really didn't hit her, it was the old lady herself who stuck the crutch into my car!"

But he couldn't argue, and the old lady lay on the ground and refused to get up.

At this time, several strong men walked out, and the one who took the lead actually opened his mouth and shouted to the old man: Mom!

The young man wanted to leave, but was stopped by several strong men: "Bumped into my mother, do you still want to leave......?"

The young man was wronged, which subverted his perception of this wonderful world for many years, which was contrary to the modesty and courtesy in the textbook, and he had a sour nose and only felt wronged.

However, there are still well-wishers who suggest that the young man pay for the matter and give the old lady some money, and she will naturally be fine.

It didn't hurt in the first place!

But why do you still pester teenagers?

"Call your parents, let your parents come!" the man who claimed to be the old man's son was fierce and noisy.

The boy finally decided to compromise, he took out his mobile phone, wanted to transfer money to the old man, and that's it.

Maybe this money is a month's living expenses for this boy, but he prefers to be quiet and quiet than noisy.

But a message appeared on the phone: Xinhai Academy, target person, Ren Yixu!

A few short words, but the boy was like being beaten with chicken blood, the panicked eyes revealed a trace of coldness, he put away his mobile phone, picked up the bicycle and was about to leave.

"You want to run, if you don't give an explanation today, no one wants to leave, so many people are watching, you can't leave when the police come!" The man didn't give up, beckoned a few people behind him, and was about to do something to the young man.

"Let it go!" the boy said with an expressionless face.

"You still want to run away after so many people testify?" the man stretched out his hand and slapped the young man, but the man regretted it after the beating, his eyes widened, and he watched as the young man pulled out a knife from his arms and waved his hand.

A red line appeared on the man's smooth neck, and he slowly collapsed in terror.

"I advise you to be kind!" the young man said calmly, looked around at the crowd, and asked, "Who is going to testify?"

"Ahh

On the streets, people who watched the excitement shouted, stumbling and fleeing in all directions, shouting: "Murder!"

"Poof~"

"Poof~"

The boy drew his knife, and the other two who came with him fell to the ground, their bodies convulsing.

The old lady was stupid and confused.

"It's a poor man, I'll send you away early, don't be so bad in the next life!" the boy swung his knife again, and the kind old man closed his eyes and rolled his head to the side.

Double-faced Buddha, a killer of Douyu Xuanjie, crosses sentient beings on the one hand, is not accustomed to the suffering of the world, destroys living beings on the other hand, and does not believe in cause and effect.

In the entire Tuhe City, in every corner, maybe someone, who seems to be ordinary, rushing for life and anxious about the future, can suddenly change into a different picture after receiving that special message.

Perhaps, this is a better option.

Xinhai Academy, a large number of people have poured in, all professions, all ages, these people have the same purpose, to kill Ren Yixu!

……

In a dark conference room, the projection is showing the picture of Ren Yixu doing it several times.

There is the freedom of killing the ghost knife in the Tianli International Hotel, and the wildness of the battle scar, and I don't know what means this person used to get these materials.

On the leather sofa, a red-haired bewitching woman is lazily lying on it, dragging a wine glass with slender fingers, staring at the picture on the projection, muttering: "This little guy is a little interesting!"

"It won't last long!"

"Oh, tell me!" said the woman with a sip, her delicate red lips leaving a lip print on the glass.

"I've investigated his background, it's a kid who grew up in a field, and after killing his friend Jing Boyi on Jizu Mountain, he disappeared!" said the man next to him: "This is half a year, and after half a year, he suddenly appeared in the Chuncheng Railway Station, and then appeared in Shengjing." ”

"Do you really think that Jing Boyi was killed by him?" the red god squinted his eyes and motioned for her to continue.

"Now that he has run to the city again, according to Long Candle's intelligence, Dou Yu is dispatching the killers of the whole city to encircle and suppress him!"

"I didn't expect that Dou Yu has not made any movement for so many years, and this time it will be so big!" The woman suddenly got up and said, "It's a pity that such a good seedling!"

As she spoke, the sexy woman stood up, her figure highlighted vividly in her red embroidered pajamas.

The woman yawned, stretched, and said, "It's been a long time since it's been so lively, let's go and see!"

……

Shinkai-in, 8th floor.

Ren Yixu was holding a knife, the tip of the knife was sharp, dripping with blood.

He was not originally a killer and was bent on goodness, but what was the use of this kindness?

Can you get your girlfriend back?

Can Jingbo Yi come to life?

Can he keep his parents by his side?

No!

Ask yourself, he has never been sorry for anyone, but how does the world treat him?

Even he didn't understand why things developed like this, if he had a choice, he would rather have a dull life, even if it was just a family farm, be an ordinary person, and spend his life in peace.

At least he has friends and family.

But it was all shattered, and from the moment he jumped off Jizu Mountain, he no longer had a choice.

If you don't kill, you will be killed!

It's better to make a big fight, and whoever is sorry for him will be killed!

The moment he killed the ghost knife, he was destined to no longer be ordinary, either to be killed or to kill someone else.

"You're also a poor person!" Ren Yixu stared at Chi Lian and said.

Chi Lian's white shirt, in the fight just now, the button on his chest had already collapsed, the spring light was looming, a pendant hung on his chest, and there was a miniature version of the family photo in the crystal amber.

In the photo, Chi Lian is squatting in the front position, and his face is covered with cake.

Laughter is the kind of laughter that comes from the heart, and laughter is very happy.

"You know, if I don't kill them today, I will be killed by them, I don't have a choice, don't be a killer in the future, live with your family!" Ren Yixu left without looking back.

Leaving Chi Lian's desperate face, her eyes were confused, she should have hated the man in front of her, but for some reason, she had a feeling of gratitude in her heart at this time.

Between life and death, there will be enlightenment, maybe Chi Lian thought of something, on the panicked face, a smile appeared, she stood up, bowed deeply in the direction of Daxu's disappearance.

Just as Ren Yixu stepped on the escalator, the elevator door on the eighth floor opened, and several people rushed out from inside.

These people are just dressed in ordinary clothes, and they are a character in this city.

Perhaps the task was urgent, and they didn't have time to take off their outfits, so they hurried to carry out the task.

Similarly, the other entrances were crowded with people, and they looked left and right, as if they were looking for something.

"Over there!" someone shouted, pointing in the direction of the escalator.

Chi Lian was in a complicated mood at this time, and her face was even more shocked, and as she walked towards the elevator door, these killers passed by her.

The Double-Faced Buddha, a Xuan-rank killer, is one level higher than her!

Although Ren Yixu is very strong and kills a group of yellow-rank killers in seconds, how can he deal with the Xuan-level killers?

What's more, there are still many yellow-rank killers!

The escalator is running in an orderly manner, Ren Yixu has come to the ninth floor, as he guessed, this floor is empty, it seems that this Jing Qixi is going to eat himself today!

"Even if the Jing family is wealthy, they can't afford to invite people like this, right?" Ren Yixu secretly said in his heart, these people are menacing, and judging from the pace, their strength is much stronger than the more than ten people just now.

There's a Mystery Killer?

Ren Yixu frowned, more than twenty people appeared at once, these people are not weak, this Jing family in order to kill themselves, it can be regarded as a bloody investment.

"Indeed, being remembered by a person like me is also a very panicked thing, compared to my own life, money is nothing at all!" Ren Yixu said to the camera above the escalator mouth holding a knife.

"What are you?" a man with dyed yellow hair walked out, playing with the golden revolver in his hand, looking proud.

Douyu Huangjie killer, codenamed general, is good at long-range combat, and the revolver is his famous weapon, called the death revolver.

Ren Yixu glanced at him lightly, and said: "Those who play with guns are so annoying, and the mouth cannon is very powerful!"

The general suddenly felt unhappy, his eyes were cold, and he was filled with endless killing intent.

"Don't rely on a little bit of a pound and a little bit, you don't have anyone in your sights, these things that you killed are just some unpopular things!" The general was eager to try, and he wanted to solve Ren Yixu with one shot.

"I'm very curious all the way, what kind of person will be able to make Dou Yu dispatch so many killers?" The quiet face of the double-faced Buddha made people unable to see joy and anger, and the short knife in his hand trembled slightly, revealing excitement: "But even if you die, it will be enough for you to be proud for a lifetime!"

"Then if I don't die, can I be more proud?" Ren Yixu stood in front of the escalator and looked down.

Just kidding, a well-trained killer in the ordinary crowd war, even if he is killed, is enough to be proud of, if it is an ordinary person, how can he have this kind of treatment?

What's more, surviving at the hands of these people will inevitably cause an uproar, and no one in the entire killer world will know about it?

"I hope you'll be so tough later!" said the Two-Faced Buddha, squinting his eyes.