I love the night because it makes me feel safe because it's so dark. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and the stars were gone, leaving only a glimmer of glitter. And in this glimmer of light, a mist gradually rose. The mist revealed a dark gray color in the darkness, invading a mansion, enveloping and splitting the flames of candles, obscuring the vision of the guards who walked through it.

Outside the mansion, the watchmen with the lights faded away, and the sound of Bangbang's beating was only a slight echo, resonating, muffled by the painful cries of the woman in the room.

Within the splendid silk, two bodies were entangled, and the wooden foot of the bed creaked to the same beat as the woman's hoarse cry of pain.

I lay on the beam, watching the figure galloping across the girl through the misty silk curtain by the glow of the window, and slowly grasped the handle of the dagger in my hand. The calluses that remain on his hands are attached to the handle of a short dagger, which perfectly matches the carved lines on it.

I stared at the stout figure surrounded by Ayara, silently staring at his naked vest. Just stab down from there and end this guy's life. As long as he seizes that moment, no matter how good he is, he will turn into a dead soul under my killing dagger. Because, I am a killer, and the moment I shoot, I am close to invincibility!

The sound of the wooden bed shaking became more and more rapid, and the girl's hoarse voice gradually lowered. I hunched up, leaped from the beam, smashed through the silk that hung diagonally, and landed on the back of the naked man, pressing him back against the girl, who had just been alerted and wanted to hold up. Without waiting for him to make any moves, the inch-killing dagger in my hand fell down quickly and stabbed neatly into the back of his heart.

The man with his spine severed stiffened, trying to turn his head and see my face. I held down the dagger that had been stabbed into his body, and twisted it hard, pulling out the last bit of strength from him. Half of his head hung limply, staring at a pair of eyes, and lay on the girl who had passed out and screamed all night, and there was no more sound.

I stepped on his back, slowed my breathing, and waited a long time for him to react. So I relented, pulled out my dagger, jumped back onto the beam, lifted the tiles I had changed position, and prepared to get out of the room that smelled of blood and some strange smells.

But when I got the tiles back away, I suddenly felt ...... Some are hungry. It's been two days since I've had a full meal. I rubbed my belly, which was now rumbling, and jumped back into the room, pulling open the drawer of the cupboard resting at the head of the bed, and pulling out a five-tael ingot of silver from it, stuffing it into my bulging chest, and then rising again and returning to the beam.

The sky overhead was getting darker, and there was a gray fog rolling down the roof tiles, eerie, but it made me feel extremely safe. I took a deep breath and felt the familiar coldness of the air that belonged only to the night. Standing lightly on the body of the beast carved from the eaves. Lowered his eyes to look at the misty candle flames in one after another in this courtyard, and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.

The killing hidden in the dark has been completed, and everything is ready. All that's left is ...... I turned around and dropped a few mutilated copper coins through the big hole and sprinkled them around the corpse.

I'm a killer, a powerful and lonely killer, and it's a sign that I make a move by putting the commissions of the people who hire me to kill next to my dead target.

That night, as usual, I washed all the daggers with spirits, hugged the wine jar, sat on the roof of the brightly lit green building, and waited for the cold wind to blow in the night, slowly calming the heat that rose from the killing in my heart.

There was a stirring in the air. When the wind came, it blew the dozens of silk satin hanging in the Qinglou slowly, but it couldn't blow away the inexplicable bit in my heart.

The calm night was suddenly broken, and the wind came from all directions, stirring the ayara hanging on the edge of the green building, making them entangle with each other indiscriminately. There was a sense of uneasiness that permeated me. I raised my head and looked up at a gray sky, vaguely clear, "...... Is it raining? ”

I love rainy days as much as I love nights. They are equally gloomy and can give me a sense of security. The sound of the rain can hide my presence as much as the night. And I can only feel safe when I lose my existence.

I'm a killer. A killer who collects money and cuts his life. A pure killer who likes rainy days and loves dark nights. I've forgotten why I'm a killer, I've forgotten where I've come from, and I've forgotten my name. I don't remember anything but being a killer, and I don't want to remember anything. I just want to exist in this city like this, from life to death.

I thought that such days would go on forever, uneventful. And I would rejoice in such a prosaic eventuality, as the raindrops that are about to fall.

I love the dark and I love the rain. So, naturally, I like rainy nights too. It's a killer's home turf. On a rainy night like this, I feel extremely safe, and I feel the peace that can soothe everything.

That's right, it should have been ...... That is true.

I should have felt so peaceful on this night when the raindrops were about to fall, but now, I was suffering from the accumulated depression, and I was restless on the roof of this green building.

Something was going to happen, and I knew it clearly. However, I couldn't figure out what was going on, not even the slightest clue. I could only feel bout after wave of irritability, washing over all my calm.

Is it the families of those people I once killed that have invited some strange people in the rivers and lakes to take action against me? I guessed, and reached out and fished out the dagger that had been soaked in the jar of spirits. If that's the case, that's all I can rely on.

Maybe every powerful person is lonely. Thinking so, I slowly drew my dagger and watched on guard. I don't know where the danger is coming from, but I can feel it approaching.

Time passed slowly, and in the midst of such confrontations, it became clear to me that the moment the first drop of rain fell was when the source of this danger was revealed.

So, I closed my eyes and listened quietly to the sound of the rain that was about to start. When I close my eyes, all I have left is the wind. Gradually, the wind has subsided, and everything has become dull and quiet, without a trace of waves.

I waited silently, the dagger in my palm trembling slightly, searching for the presence of the enemy in a shrinking area, ready to pierce the heart of the person who appeared next to me.

I heard the sound of rain dripping. So I opened my eyes, and the dagger in my hand stopped trembling at the same time, locking the direction from which the sense of crisis came, but I couldn't stab it. I stood there in a daze, looking at the thirteen faint balls of light floating not far away, and vaguely understood that such an ordinary killer life was gradually leaving me.

……

It was the second hundred years after she left, and I found the third path to salvation, and then boarded in her body.

It was a rainy night, and I woke up in her eyes, and through her pupils, I saw her appearance and saw the world again. The sound of the rain dripping through the heavens and the earth, just like the day she faced the killing for the first time. Another hundred years have passed, and the city is still the same as it was at the beginning.

I glanced at the gloomy sky, and before I could figure out where I was, I couldn't wait to make a move. But just as I was about to speak, I suddenly realized that I didn't know how to express what I meant.

Do you just say it...... Please hurry up and end your purity? Such words, even if they are not stopped by the will of this city, will be rejected by the owner of this body. I hung my head silently, having to accept the fact that I had no talent for being a matchmaker.

Then I further realized that I didn't even know if he was a man or a woman. I saw only a face wrapped in black cloth, only a pair of eyes with a different kind of confusion, and that's it.

So I had to put down my impatience, silently sort out some scarce words, and prepare to persuade him to marry him. At the same time, waiting, waiting for him to reveal his true nature, at least, let me know her gender.

I thought about it for a while, and then I made up my mind to put on a magic stick. borrowed the name of Yue Lao to continue his marriage. However, if you even get the gender wrong, this magic stick doesn't have to pretend. Even later, the owner of this body will not believe a word I say at all.

So I waited, for her to speak, or to remove the black cloth wrapped around her face, to reveal her own countenance, so that I could identify his gender.

However, I did not expect that I would know his gender in that way. For the first time, I also found out that as an undead, I was choked sometimes.

"Ahem," I looked away, not daring to look at the seductive figure reflected in the water, but I accidentally made a sound that caught her attention, and she stopped the movement of her hand, concentrating her mind and carefully discerning the source of the sound.

"Uh-huh, ahem, hello, little girl." I covered my face, stiffened, and tried hard to show a majestic appearance, "I am the messenger of the old moon, and I am here for your red line marriage. ”

"......" She was silent for a moment, then pinned the dagger to the edge of the steaming tub.