In fact, this is not his whim, in their world, the so-called masters, when aiming or preparing to kill a person, more or less involuntarily reveal killing intent, and this killing intent is released by them, so it is extremely obvious, even ordinary people will feel the difference as obviously as Zhao Jin last night, in other words, their spiritual power has been tempered by the edge of killing and life and death again and again, the spirit arrives first, and then shoots, often with a hundred shots, but this will also have a drawback, that is, the person who is targeted will have a mysterious feeling when he is locked by the spirit, and he also has this feeling, and it is this feeling that has pulled him back from the edge of life and death more than once, and escaped assassination again and again.

For Zhengji, he doesn't know his depth, so there is no way to know whether Zhengji also has the sixth sense of such a master, in order to prevent himself from being exposed, he chose to let Zhao Jin, an ordinary person, complete this temptation, Zhao Jin is not like them, he is like an accident, maybe someone can avoid deliberate murder or conspiracy, but you can never avoid the unexpected coincidences in the world, you never know if the coincidences in the world will send you into the ghost gate in the next second, just like an earthquake, and Zhao Jin, is he ambushed by Zhengji's side" Accident", with Zhao Jin's strength, even if he exudes killing intent, it is only minimal, and even if he is a master, I am afraid it will be difficult to detect.

At the same time, he didn't have much hope that Zhao Jin, a rookie, would be able to kill Zhengji, relying on the information from the organization, all aspects confirmed that this Zhengji was probably not as simple as it seemed. If Zhao Jin can kill him if the blind cat encounters a dead mouse, it would be great, even if he misses, he can also test what kind of hole cards this man exists and what kind of secret he has from Zhengji's reaction, Zhao Jin is just a touchstone for him on an occasional whim.

Thinking of this, he was secretly proud of his careful plan, smiling and looking at Masaki's expression through the binoculars, Today, is the time to lift your veil!

And that's true, in terms of the spiritual power that Zhengji has been honed, if he makes a move, Zhengji is indeed very likely to have noticed it, but he changed to Zhao Jin, Zhengji just felt uneasy, but there was no further vigilance, if Zhengji is a big boss, Zhao Jin can only be regarded as a small monster who can't be small, and belongs to the kind of low-level players who can be trampled to death with a casual kick, even if he is holding an artifact at the moment, it still can't cause Zhengji's reaction.

Zhao Jin looked at Zhengji who was kneeling in front of the grave, and trembled and aimed the pistol in his hand at Zhengji's back, at such a distance, he was not sure that he would be able to hit Zhengji's head, so he chose the body with a larger target in retreat, his index finger curled slightly, and the trigger was already pressed!

"Kata", the expected gunfire did not appear, Zhao Jin was in a hurry, and unwillingly pulled the trigger a few times, but the feedback was the voice of Katakata, not a single bullet was fired, maybe the ancestors of the politician were blessing the political discipline, or as the welfare of the reborn, there was his own protection in the dark, or it may be that Zhao Jin climbed for a long time in such an extreme environment, and unfavorable factors such as snow and water had an unknowable impact on the pistol, in short, Zhao Jin's pistol was stuck at this critical moment!

At this time, Zhengji didn't know that he had taken a few steps in front of the ghost gate for the first time since his rebirth, and he still didn't realize that he would "gold and silver" For the grandfather to point, respectfully kowtowed a few heads, Zhao Jin, who was a hundred meters away, looked at the pistol in his hand with a look of anxiety and confusion, for the first time he came into contact with the pistol, it was only a simple operation, and he was helpless for the problem of stuck bullets, which slightly required technical means to solve, he glanced at the shotgun beside him, and then gave up his thoughts, yesterday's man's words sounded in his mind, he rushed up like this, it is likely that he will not be able to kill Zhengji, but put himself in.

A few minutes later, in the sight of Zhao Jin lying on his stomach, Zhengji's family worshiped the last grave, and walked on the Hummer in turn, and Zhengji left the grave at the end, Zhao Jin looked at Zhengji's back, and subconsciously kept pulling the trigger in his hand, how he hoped to hear a dull gunshot at the moment, how much he hoped to see the bullet hit Zhengji, but all this was destined to be his hallucination, the pistol in his hand did not give him face at all, and the feedback was only a constant jamming sound, watching Zhengji start the car, turn around, and only wisps of unburned paper money were left floating in the wisps of green smoke。

Zhao Jin's face was hideous, he could see it, but the feeling of not being able to eat it was the most uncomfortable, he was like seeing the prey slowly fleeing from his sight and being powerless, his own suffering this night, his tiredness this night, in exchange for the current result? I waited all night like a fool, but I didn't do anything, thinking of this, Zhao Jin's face became red, this was angry, he threw the gun in his hand into the snow on the side, covered his mouth, squatted on the ground and vented as if he made an unknown whining sound, the green tendons on his neck rose one by one, he hated his own incompetence, hated his powerlessness!

"Click" At this time, a crisp sound sounded behind Zhao Jin, Zhao Jin's body shook, raised his head and followed the reputation with red eyes, only to find that the man yesterday appeared behind him again without knowing when, and what he was holding in his hand was the pistol he threw aside, and the man's hands were like dancing butterflies, and gently like the fingers that brushed his lover's cheeks dazzled on the pistol for a while, and then with a snap, an orange bullet flew out of the chamber, which was the culprit that made Zhao Jin so depressed！

"You, you've always been?" Zhao Jin asked in a trembling voice.

What answered him was a muffled sound, and the man didn't look at him, he flew a shot, he didn't aim at it, and it was as accurate as positioning a missile, and the sparrow on the treetop in the distance fell in response, Zhao Jin's pupils contracted for a while, and then the man's cold voice said: "It turns out that no matter what weapon a fool takes, he is destined to be a fool!" After speaking, the man was about to leave without looking back.

Zhao Jin stared blankly at the sparrows on the snow with green smoke in the distance, heard the man's departing footsteps, was clever, knelt on the ground suddenly, pounced behind the man, hugged the man's calf, and said pleadingly and eagerly: "Please help me! I know you can help me! As long as you help me, whether it is a cow or a horse, I am willing!"

"Hmph, it's better to help a pig", the man glanced at Zhao Jin on the ground with disgust, kicked Zhao Jin with a force on his legs, and walked forward without looking.

"Stop, will you help me, if you take another step, I will die with you!" Zhao Jin's face was crazy, as if he was holding his shotgun in a frenzy, trembling and pointing at the man's body, at this moment his crazy eyes no one would doubt that if the man said no, he would definitely shoot.

The corners of the man's mouth were slightly upturned, the cuffs moved slightly, and a white light appeared from his hand like a soul-snatching day, and in an instant, the flying knife came out of his hand, as if a wisp of green smoke appeared out of thin air in the air, as if a cold light suddenly flashed over the wasteland, like a wise tail silently supporting the earth, such a speed, but it could not produce any waves in the air, you can imagine how fast this man's flying knife was.

"Hmm!" With a muffled snort, I saw Zhao Jin kneeling on the ground, the shotgun in his hand had already been thrown aside, and the nerve reflex of a finger at the trigger trembled slightly, Zhao Jin's face was pale and covered the broken part of his index finger where blood was gushing, and the green tendons on his face burst out, but it was the man's shot at that moment just now, cutting off Zhao Jin's index finger in a single shot! It is enough to see the man's precise control and full strength of the flying knife! This hand is already superb!

"I hate it when people point guns at me! even if it's this broken metal!" the man's cold words reached Zhao Jin's ears, who twitched his arms in pain, like a demon.

"I, I was wrong, but please help me, help me", to the man's surprise, Zhao Jin actually endured the pain of breaking his fingers, knelt in the snow and begged again, he didn't expect that the son of this village would have such obsession and perseverance at this time.

In Zhao Jin's expectant eyes, the man paused and continued to walk forward, and when he felt that there was no hope, the man's cold voice came from the front: "This finger, even if it is your tuition, if you keep up, come!"

Zhao Jin's eyes lit up, his fingers moved carelessly, and there was a heart-rending pain that almost made him unconscious, he gritted his teeth and nodded, looked at the severed finger on the shotgun, endured the pain and picked it up, and put it in his pocket, it would be a shame that he would never forget for the rest of his life, he looked at the back of the man in front of him who was gradually moving away, held on to the tree, stood up, and stumbled forward to follow, leaving only drops of blood trailing his footprints farther and farther.

But after worshipping the ancestors, Masaki and his family did not drive in the direction of the village, but towards an inaccessible back mountain in the south of the village.

"Xiao Zheng, are you sure it's really okay? you won't be discovered," Zheng Xueyi asked with some apprehension as he looked at the shadows of the trees passing by outside the window.