Speaking of the ghost butterfly, the corners of Hua Cuo's mouth moved slightly, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"The current ghost butterfly makes me feel strange."

Hua Wrong opened another jar of wine, poured a big sip hard, sighed lightly, and then told the story of the past that had never been mentioned to others for many years.

I entered the killer training camp with the ghost butterfly, that year, I was the same as him, we were six years old, and then I heard that the instructor who trained us at that time found the first Yujian ghost butterfly, it was in an inaccessible valley, our instructor happened to go to that valley by chance, when the ghost butterfly may have fallen from the cliff, happened to be caught by dense vines, this is the life, it is said that when he was found, he was already dying, his body, full of a butterfly with a strange pattern, So the instructor named him Ghost Butterfly.

There were twenty-nine of us in that group, and in the beginning, I was the best among them in every way, both physically and intellectually, and I was far ahead of the others.

But Ghost Butterfly was the worst of that group of students, his mind was dull, he couldn't help but be weak, and several times, he almost died in the cruel training.

Cruel and inhuman training, dying on the training ground is an extremely common thing.

When we were ten years old, there were only 20 of the 29 students in the same batch, and among these 20 people, Ghost Butterfly was still the worst one.

When we were twelve, there were only fifteen people left, and Ghost Butterfly was the worst of them.

By the time we were sixteen, there were only seven left.

It's just that at that time, no one would think that Ghost Butterfly was the worst, even if his score was still seventh.

Like me and others, we have good talents, and it is natural to survive, but the ghost butterfly is always at the end, but it still survives, which cannot be explained by luck.

At this time, everyone was vaguely aware that the ghost butterfly, who ranked seventh in the grades, was the king of the seven, because he had a characteristic that none of us had - forbearance!

From the age of six to sixteen, for ten years, Ghost Butterfly has been disguising himself, disguising himself as an extremely easy person to deal with, making everyone ignore him.

A person who disguises his true nature for two or three years is already remarkable, but being able to disguise it for ten years can only be described as terrifying.

In that year's assessment, Ghost Butterfly did not disguise anymore, and her results jumped to become the most haode among the seven of us.

I've been leading the way, and suddenly I began to feel an unprecedented sense of crisis, training every day, the amount of training is much higher than others, I do this with only one goal, that is, to surpass the ghost butterfly!

So, I and the ghost butterfly started a competition between you and me, at that time, the purpose of me and the ghost butterfly to compete for the first place in addition to a strong character, the most important thing is the little girl who can be seen every day, we know that only by doing the best can we be worthy of that girl.

That girl was fifteen years old at the time, but she was already known as the first beauty in the killer world, and she was the daughter of the killer pope at that time - Zhang Yan.

In terms of training results, I went back and forth with the ghost butterfly, no matter how high or low, so I came up with the most direct and extreme way - to challenge the ghost butterfly!

The challenge does not refer to the usual training subjects, but to duels, duels to the death!

In the bootcamp, such challenges are within the rules, and the instructors even encourage us to behave like this.

It's just that the ghost butterfly, who has always been strong, has repeatedly refused my challenges, no matter how provocative I am, and even humiliating words, the ghost butterfly refuses to fight with me.

At the time, I thought that Ghost Butterfly must be afraid of losing, and it wasn't until much later that I learned that Ghost Butterfly was not afraid of losing, but that he didn't want to show his full strength, and he was forbearing!

At that time, the entire Killer Training Camp knew that Ghost Butterfly and I were old enemies, and although he and I never drew a duel because of Ghost Butterfly's refusal, we were otherwise competing with each other.

All the way up to the first time we were tasked with the operation.

Due to the unusually excellent results of the seven of us, our first mission was an S-class mission, which was completed by the seven of us.

Our target is a gangster giant in Southeast Asia with a commanding force and an airtight mansion.

After the seven of us figured out the situation inside, we were all depressed, I was young and fearless at the time, and when I was at a loss, I made several extreme decisions - to attack!

After some impassioned persuasion, all the members agreed to my plan, and only Ghost Butterfly objected and tried her best to dissuade it.

At that time, in order to show myself and humiliate Ghost Butterfly, I laughed at him for being a coward, and let out bold words saying that as long as I was alive, I would not let him have anything to do, just let him hide behind me obediently, maybe it was my agitation method that worked, and Ghost Butterfly actually agreed.

After formulating a well-thought-out tactic, we got to work.

It's just that as soon as the action began, I regretted my original decision, and the other party was many times stronger than I expected.

As soon as we started, we broke two people, and the rest of the people desperately broke through, in the process of breaking through, the ghost butterfly showed extraordinary bravery, the knife fell, killing people like chopping melons and vegetables, naturally, he attracted the most enemies around him.

I didn't care so much at the time, I just desperately swung my knife and rushed out, and when I found myself rushing out, my whole body was stained red with blood, and the rest of the people were all killed, except for Ghost Butterfly, who was still fighting to the death with the enemies who surrounded him.

Maybe it's because of the promise I made to Ghost Butterfly before the action, or maybe it's because I've had feelings of sympathy for Ghost Butterfly for so long, anyway, I didn't hesitate to swing my knife and kill it back.

Kill all the way to Ghost Butterfly's side, back to back with him.

I can't remember how long we've been fighting, but the blood on our bodies was already like a rainstorm, our own blood mixed with the blood of our enemies, dripping down the hem of our hair and clothes.

Just when we all thought we were going to die here, the killer Pope's rescue from nearby arrived just in time, and we were saved.

After I went back, Ghost Butterfly and I became famous, and he and I became brothers in life and death.

Successfully completing the mission means that we have graduated from the killer bootcamp with a qualification.

The original batch of killer students with twenty-nine people, by the time they graduated, only Ghost Butterfly and I remained, and until today, our group of students has the highest mortality rate.

When we left the camp, our instructor taught us a set of knife techniques, and each gave us a knife, which is my current Mosalama and Ghost Butterfly's Wing Butterfly Knife, and since then, the unfathomable instructor whose name we don't even know has suddenly disappeared, and no one knows where he has gone, not even the Killer Pope.

While Ghost Butterfly and I are diligently practicing the knife technique, we are also constantly performing one task after another of various difficulties, sometimes we perform it separately, sometimes we shoot together, but without exception, we do not miss a beat.

It wasn't until later that we didn't take on tasks below the difficulty of S-level missions, and the targets that had been backlogged for many years on the killer website were killed one by one, and we picked the most difficult tasks to start with, and many of the masters who were thunderous in the rivers and lakes at that time died in our hands.

Ghost Butterfly and I undoubtedly occupied the top two positions on the killer list, alternately occupying the top spot, at that time, the sum of the points from the third to the tenth place on the killer list was not as many as the points of either me and Ghost Butterfly, and we were in the limelight at that time.

When we were nineteen years old, we became the two protectors of the killer pope, and our status was indescribable.

My brotherly relationship with Ghost Butterfly has also become ironclad, closer than brothers, we drink together, have fun, talk about everything, except for one topic, we have been deliberately avoiding.

That's the topic about Zhang Yan.

We all knew that the other party was the same as ourselves, and we also loved Zhang Yan, and Zhang Yan had a good relationship with us at that time, often playing and chatting with us, but never showed that she focused on who she liked.

I thought we could just keep this relationship like this and live happily every day.

It wasn't until a few years later that I realized how naïve my idea was, and that there was always a break between me and the ghost butterfly.

That day, I found the ghost butterfly with two large jars of wine, and after meeting, I didn't say anything, just handed him a jar of wine.

Ghost Butterfly also guessed what I meant, this meal may be the wine that I broke off with him, or maybe it was the send-off wine of one of us to the other.

We didn't say a word, just gulped the wine, until the wine jar bottomed out, I didn't speak, I said, ghost butterfly, Zhang Yan's matter, we must have a decision.

Ghost Butterfly said at the time that it was absolutely impossible for him to give up Zhang Yan.

Then we fell silent, and after a long time, Ghost Butterfly said softly, let's duel.

When I was in training camp, I challenged him countless times, challenged him countless times, and he refused my challenge, and this time, he took the initiative to speak.

We agreed that in three days, we would have a duel at the bottom of the valley in the back mountain.

Three days later, I came to the bottom early, because I knew that Ghost Butterfly had never been in the habit of waiting for people, although it would not be long before I could kill him, or he would kill me, but we were still brothers, and we would still respect each other's habits.

However, when I arrived, I saw the ghost butterfly squatting on a smooth rock with its back to me.

I will never forget that day, the blood-red sun, the vast red clouds, the morning that should have been vibrant, but it was like a twilight twilight.

What impressed me the most was the back of the squatting on the rock, slightly rickety, that back, which made me feel inexplicably sad, and that was the first time I knew that the back of the ghost butterfly would also have rickets.