"No, no, no......"

Zhang Yang shook his head again and again, he is just a student, and the contradictions between students and students are not to the point of using a gun, in fact, Zhang Yang is not psychologically prepared to kill Lu Fei, for a student at school, although he has some uncontrollable killing intent because of his thinking, there is still a subconscious rejection of killing in his heart.

"Then I can't help it......"

The old man lay down slowly on the couch, a glimmer of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and casually took a small black and shiny spring on the table in his hand, and stroked it in his calloused hands, making a small sound.

……

Soon, Zhang Yang was once again immersed in the vast world of words, almost an instinct, the first book he read was "The Art of War", to his surprise, this pirated book actually made him have a very strange feeling, that kind of indescribable, inexplicable feeling has always entangled his thoughts and soul.

Obviously, it wasn't the books in the library that made him feel, it was the content of the books that made him feel.

After determining this feeling, Zhang Yang frantically changed books and read like a madman, reading and changing books, and things made him more and more shocked, and many ancient written works were able to make him resonate with his body.

What makes Zhang Yang weird is that the resonance sensations aroused are different, some books can produce a feeling of imminent movement, and some books only make his body slightly sensitive.

Why?

Things seem to be getting more and more complicated, which has gone out of the realm of flamboyant thinking, in fact, most of the books have nothing to do with martial arts, and are completely written works with ideas or simply stories.

Soon, Zhang Yang sorted out a few books that could generate a strong desire when reading, and those books that had no reaction to reading were put on the shelves.

For a whole morning, Zhang Yang was looking for the secret of making himself strong in the vast text, and to his disappointment, he was never able to control the fighting thoughts in his body, and even later, the resonance of those books became ethereal, and slowly, the kind of hope that was about to move became smaller and smaller......

"Do you really need to start from scratch?"

Zhang Yang's mind was pulled out of the sea of books, and he stared blankly at a bunch of knowledge about martial arts that he hadn't read yet.

Suddenly!

Zhang Yang felt a killing machine in the air, Zhang Yang couldn't help but shiver, looked up, and saw Lao Li's cloudy eyes becoming sharp, staring tightly at the door. The whole person is like a sculpture......

Following Lao Li's gaze, Zhang Yang saw the three people he saw a few days ago, the sturdy young man with a bit of mixed-race facial features was wearing a pair of jeans, a pair of white sneakers, and a silk white shirt that looked casual, and the two bodyguards were still in suits and leather shoes, following behind the young man with a serious face, and the three of them walked into the alley.

"Who are they?" Zhang Yang couldn't help asking, I remember that the last time the old man saw these three people, he didn't have the awe-inspiring feeling of murder now, and at this time, Zhang Yang began to doubt that the old man would know martial arts, he really couldn't figure out why a person who didn't know martial arts would exude that kind of pressure and murderous aura that made people palpitate, and at the same time, Lao Li's murderous aura reminded Zhang Yang of the old virgin in the library, and the pressure they generated made Zhang Yang feel very similar.

"It's okay......" The old man watched the three of them disappear into the alley, and the palpitating gaze in his eyes also dispersed, replaced by lazy.

"Lao Li, you really don't know martial arts?" Zhang Yang asked without giving up.

"No, why do you ask?"

"I think you can sometimes have a feeling of being scared, isn't this the characteristic of a martial arts master mentioned in the book?"

"Damn, you've read too many online novels, are all people masters, do I look like a master?" The old man sat up violently, knocked one hand on Zhang Yang's head and scolded.

"Hehe...... Zhang Yang touched his head and laughed dryly.

"Hehe, however, your observation is still very good, but I really don't know martial arts, and I never use a knife to kill people......"

"Murderous ......" Zhang Yang's back suddenly felt a chill, the old man's eyes were very flat when he said that he was killing, but it made Zhang Yang have a deep sense of fear.

"I kill people, with guns!"

The old man smiled faintly, this secret, not many people in the whole C city know, today to tell this child who has only known for a short time, suddenly felt a kind of ease, a kind of ease to vent the secret, the old man himself was a little bit puzzled why to tell this child, however, his answer was simply subconscious.

"You're a killer?" Zhang Yang's eyes widened, and he couldn't imagine that a bad old man he saw every day was actually a legendary killer.

"Sort of." The old man touched the spring in his hand, and his eyes were extremely ethereal, as if he was reminiscing about the lost years.

"What's your ranking in the killer world?"

"Ahem...... How many? You think too highly of me......" The old man coughed and blushed.

"Doesn't the book say that people like you who live in seclusion are masters?" Zhang Yang muttered.

"......" the old man was speechless.

"Then why do you look amazing?"

"Hehe, since you asked, I'll tell you, if it's really ranked, it is estimated that I will be ranked after a thousand in the killer world......"

"After a thousand......" Zhang Yang pouted, this data made him not the slightest interest, if a person ranked behind a thousand on a leaderboard, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't get there.

"What's the matter!? Looking down on Lieber? The old man smiled unappretently.

"No, no ......," Zhang Yang hurriedly waved his hand.

"Hehe, then let me ask you, how many countries are there on the earth?"

"That...... I haven't calculated it specifically, today's reading power, tomorrow's reading power, it is estimated that there are more than 200 of them......"

"Well, even if there are two hundred, if the total number of killers is a thousand, then how many killers are there in each country on average?"

"Five." Zhang Yang was a little inexplicable, but he still answered honestly.

"Well, it's five killers, so how many cities in the world are bigger than City C?"

"This ......"

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, this is an unanswerable question, there are countless cities in the world that are larger than City C, there is no exact data at all, just China has three hundred cities larger than City C, and the world is simply incalculable.

"Do you still look down on me?!" The old man laughed.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang understood what the old man meant, although the old man was just a killer who didn't enter the stream after a thousand, but, globally, it was quite powerful, at least, the old man might be the most powerful one in C City.

"Do you have a gun?" Zhang Yang's eyes glowed, as a good student, Zhang Yang had never seen a real gun in his life, and for a normal man, there was almost no interest in guns.

"Hehe, if a killer doesn't have a gun, then he can't be called a killer." The old man laughed.;