There are only two things that our ancestors left us.

The same is spiritual wealth, which is recorded in books.

The other is material wealth, which does not simply refer to those things that can be seen and can be measured.

Even when a person has nothing, he at least has himself.

Have a beating heart.

Possess warm blood.

Have a brain that can still think.

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Blood seeped into the ore, and not a single drop of the warm red liquid on the ground was wasted.

The blood-soaked ore fell silent for a moment, and then it was turned upside down.

The dark ore began to melt, as if subjected to indescribable heat, and they lost their dark appearance and turned silvery white.

And this change is not over, they melt into a silvery-white liquid as if they have been granted life.

The scattered, blood-sucking ores began to coalesce, turning into equal volumes of silvery-white droplets wriggling closer to each other.

This scene is really scary.

Of course, it's not too much to say 'disgusting'. In the face of this situation, even screaming is not a shameful thing.

"Oh my God!"

The miners gathered around witnessed the process.

In their lives, they had never seen such a scene, which should only exist in movies.

The workers were shocked, and then fear ensued.

Creatures like humans are always afraid when faced with the unknown.

It is unknown who made the first vibrato call, followed by dozens of responders.

They ran away, but the good thing was that these people still remembered to bring Brother Ming, who fell to the ground and didn't know who was unknown.

The basket they carried on their backs on the ground was not so lucky—in order to be able to run faster, such a superfluous burden had to be discarded.

Even the shouting and scolding from the foreman could not stop the group from running down the mountain.

"Haunted!"

"Woe to you!"

Cries like these rang out over the hills.

Engaged in manual labor, they never knew what they were transporting, and they never considered such a problem with their limited education.

And now they have to think about it.

What they are transporting, which has been transported for a long time, is probably not what the foreman called 'iron ore'.

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One hit misses, and it is thousands of miles away.

In the Creed of the Assassins, there was always such a thing.

However, this time Mo Xie met definitely an amateur assassin.

And he is an amateur assassin who has reached a certain level.

"Master Qin, I'm sorry, the mission failed. ”

After turning a few streets, the town of Pumice Stone is not big, and a few streets away are fields.

The fields of the turn of the season were empty, leaning against the distant mountains, and there was no other shelter.

The middle-aged swordsman stood in the middle of the field, standing upright.

He's on the phone.

didn't shy away from it at all, he was a frank and unscrupulous person.

Only such a frank person can cultivate that kind of indomitable sword qi.

"What are you talking about?"

On the other end of the line was an incredulous voice, with a slight question.

"I'm sorry, the mission failed, I can't kill him. ”

Saying such a fact without personal emotion, Master Zhao did not have the slightest apology between his words.

Killing people was not what he wanted to do, especially for the sake of 'Qin Ye'.

It's just that he had to kill, and so far, he has killed no less than a hundred.

"What?!The other party should be a man, and he is over twenty years old! Master Zhao! And according to the information in my hands and the other party's information, the other party is just an ordinary person!"

The voice on the other end of the phone was very arrogant, as if he was teaching his grandson a lesson.

Or that the ** big guy is teaching his little brother a lesson, which is also a meaning.

"I'm sorry. ”

In this regard, Master Zhao only apologized unilaterally, and at the same time took the phone a little away from his ears.

"'Sorry'?!Hehe! You're saying it easy! Don't forget if I hadn't helped! Your daughter is still lying in that hospital waiting to die!"

Master Zhao's choice was wise, but from the standpoint of a bystander, I personally felt that he should take the phone farther away.

"Three days! I'll only give you three days! According to your methods, don't tell me you can't kill that hairy boy!"

The previous shouting lasted for about three minutes, and the other party dropped such a sentence at the end and hung up the phone.

No, it should be said 'finally hung up'.

Just because of the failure of a mission, he spoke viciously and hurt people like this, and such a person has not been turned against by his subordinates?

What a world!

Mo Ye, who had been squatting on the sidelines and watching for a long time, couldn't help it a little.

"There's no need to hide it, since you're here, come out. ”

hung up the phone, put the phone in his trouser pocket, and Master Zhao said loudly.

In this sentence, he should have carried his true power, so he could be heard clearly even from a distance of hundreds of meters.

He wasn't shouting aimlessly—or just shouting.

The direction he was facing was the same as where Mo Xie was hiding.

A few hundred meters away, he discovered the existence of Mo Ye.

"Hey. ”

Mo Xie smiled indifferently, since his whereabouts were discovered, he was not hypocritical.

Walking out from behind the big tree used for hiding, he used his mental power to imitate the light skills taught by the old sword saint, and after a few ups and downs, Mo Ye came to Master Zhao.

"What a light effort!"

Master Zhao was amazed by Mo Evil's body method, and couldn't help but praise it, there was not the slightest hostility on his face.

Seeing the mastery of martial arts, whether it is friend or foe, Master Zhao will praise him, as a swordsman, he must be honest, whether it is to his own sword or to the opponent's sword.

"Good sword energy. ”

Mo Xie replied.

Just now, Master Zhao was scolded by Qin Ye so much that everything fell under Mo Ye's perception, so Mo Ye really couldn't have too much hostility in the face of the man in front of him.

"Ha, my little trick is really not worth mentioning in the eyes of Your Excellency, but I don't know if Your Excellency is from Zen Buddhism or Taoism?"

was found by the assassin just now, Master Zhao already knew that a battle was inevitable, and he also knew that he probably had no chance of winning.

He already knew that he was mortal, so he said some questions that he knew would not be answered.

"Zheng!"

Mo Xie didn't answer Master Zhao's question with words, he just turned one hand behind his back, and when he stretched out his hand in front of him again, he already had an extra sword in his hand.

This is not a divine weapon with its own stunts like the 'Huolin Sword', but a black technology brought out from "Resident Evil" and from the umbrella company.

This sword has no additional effects other than being comparable to the 'Fire Lin Sword' in terms of hardness.

It looked like an ordinary iron sword.

"Iron Sword?!"

It's just that such an ordinary iron sword fell in Master Zhao's eyes, but it made the corners of the latter's eyes twitch.

He seemed to see something strange.