Lead clouds and thunder resounded in the distance, a sign of an impending rainstorm.

Fang Bei opened his eyes, and before he could react, he choked on a mouthful of river water full of earthy smell, he could only subconsciously hold on to a piece of driftwood in his hand, and looked around, only to see the ocean flooding, and there was a piece of yellow soup as far as the eye could see.

The surface of the river was covered with scattered logs and colorful clothes, and one or two cries could occasionally be heard, but then they were swallowed up by the sound of the waves.

Who am I?

Where am I?

And am I going to die again?

Fang Bei had just regained consciousness and entered this almost certain death situation, and his heart was extremely troubled.

"Help!" He couldn't help but shout loudly, and as soon as he shouted, he realized that his voice was immature and crisp, obviously not an adult's voice.

"Someone seems to be alive."

"I'll take a look."

Faintly, Fang Bei heard such a conversation, and then there was a sound of wind behind him, and he only felt that someone had grabbed his shoulder, and he himself had dehydrated from the water.

The man stepped on the driftwood that Fang Bei relied on for a living, but Fang Bei's weight only made the driftwood shake slightly, and it never sank.

Then Fang Bei only felt that he was walking on the surface of the water like a Ling Bo, and the man walked on the surface of the rushing river, and he actually walked on the ground, and after only a few breaths, Fang Bei felt that he was placed on solid land.

He felt that his whole body was wet and cold, and the water droplets continued to drip down his body, and the young man turned around and saw his savior standing behind him, but unexpectedly, the savior was wearing an emerald green shirt, and his eyebrows were cold and beautiful, and he turned out to be a rather young woman.

She was digging her hand into her bosom, fumbling for a moment, then taking out a stack of yellow and clear copper coins and placing them under her feet, and without saying a word, she turned around to leave.

At this time, only the sound of rushing water could be heard all around, the sky was cloudy, and the thunder was rolling, and it was clear that the next rainstorm was coming.

And Siye was empty, most of the eyes were ravaged by floods, and the place where he was located was a rare dry land.

Fang Bei was in danger of dying, looking at the stack of copper coins in front of him, and then at the woman in green who was slowly leaving, he couldn't help but staggered to his feet and took a few steps forward, but he felt weak and weak, and fell to the ground again in a few steps.

"Sister stay!" Fang Bei shouted on the ground.

"People are born to die." The woman didn't look back, but she stopped: "I'm just thinking about it." ”

Her voice was crisp and cold, with a chill that seemed to be absent.

Fang Bei knelt on the ground and looked at the woman's back: "But I don't want to die." ”

The woman shook her head, stopped talking, and walked forward again.

Fang Bei gritted his teeth, turned around and grabbed the stack of copper coins on the ground, stood up again, and staggered and continued to run towards the woman's back.

Fortunately, the woman didn't walk fast, so she didn't take a few steps before chasing after the woman.

"Pay back my sister's money." Fang Bei said.

The woman turned around and saw the soaking boy standing in front of her, his right hand outstretched, and in the palm of his hand was the stack of copper coins that Fang had just given him, which was covered with muddy water.

"Pay back my sister's money, thank my sister for saving her life." Fang Bei said. "But I'm going to die, so I won't need my sister's money."

The woman's cold expression was slightly moved: "As long as you want to live, you can't die." ”

"I want to live." Fang Bei said: "I really want to live, I want to live. ”

"Ask my sister to take me with me."

The woman shook her head: "I'm not a good person. ”

Fang Bei nodded.

"If you have anywhere else, don't come with me." The woman continued.

Fang Bei shook his head: "I have nowhere to go." ”

The woman smiled bitterly, but the bitter smile still relieved the coldness on her face.

She stretched out a plain hand and grabbed the copper coin in Fang Bei's hand, Fang Bei bit her lip, her whole body trembling and motionless.

The woman took Fang Bei's wet and cold hand, clenched his small hand into a fist, and held the copper coin in it.

The copper coin is cold in the hand.

"My name is He Ping."

"It's an assassin."

The woman introduced.

Then she turned around and took Fang Bie's hand and walked forward slowly, the boy was desperately weak, but he still gritted his teeth and walked beside her.

Two figures, one large and one small, slowly walked on the bleak riverbank.

The river is surging and rushing to the east.

……

……

"You're not a soft-hearted person."

Fang Bei was wrapped in a quilt, took a hot bath, changed into clean and dry clothes, and now held a bowl of steaming ginger soup in his palm, swallowing in small bites.

I felt like I had survived.

But the boy pricked up his ears and listened intently to the conversation in the next room.

He Ping's voice came through the thin wallboard: "I'll raise him, he is my apprentice." ”

The woman's voice remained cold and resolute.

"Don't mess around, kill him, we're on our way." It was a man's voice: "Jiangxi has suffered such a catastrophe, we have also completed the task, it is important to return to the headquarters to restore your life, what kind of system will you become with a child." ”

Don't be wrapped in a quilt and remain motionless.

He Ping's voice came from the other side of the wall: "This is what I decided. ”

"We're not good people!" The man exclaimed, "You are not an ordinary woman, how can you have such a woman's kindness!" ”

"Since you know that I am not an ordinary woman, don't treat me as an ordinary woman." He Ping's voice was always low and calm, as if nothing could change her mind.

It's like when she decides to take Fang away by the river, so she won't let go easily because of the persuasion of others.

The man sighed heavily: "Say, what are you going to do." ”

"He's going to be an assassin just like me." He Ping said, "In this way, I am the one who cultivates assassins for the organization. ”

"I promise that I will train him to be the best assassin in the world, the one better than you and me."

The man seemed incredulous: "You might as well let him die like this." ”

"I asked him and he said he wanted to survive." He Ping said calmly: "Being an assassin is also a way to survive. ”

"After all, that's how I survived."

"Whatever you want." The man was extremely irritated: "What if he wasn't the material for an assassin?" ”

"Then that's his business." He Ping said quietly.

On the other side of the wall, there was no word for a while.

Fang Bei wrapped himself in a quilt, drank ginger soup, and was silent until his door was pushed open.

Fang Bei raised his head and looked at He Ping in the candlelight, the girl was still wearing a green dress, looking at Fang Bei at the door.

"Did you hear it all?" He Ping asked quietly.

Fang Bei knew that there was nothing to hide, because He Ping let him sleep here and asked him not to make any sound.

Fang Bei nodded.

He Ping smiled, smiled, and then took out a thin booklet from his bosom and placed it on the table by the candlelight.

"You say you want to live, prove it to me."

"Give you half a month."

Saying this, He Ping turned around, seemed to think about it, and took out a piece of spiced beef jerky wrapped in oiled paper from his arms, put it on the table, and put it next to the booklet, and then without saying a word, he pulled the door and left.

Fang Bei bowed, got out of bed, and looked at the booklet, which had the four characters of "Hive Heart Method" written on it.

He bit his lip slightly, then reached out and tore off a piece of beef jerky, put it in his mouth and chewed, feeling the rich aroma and texture of the jerky rippling in his mouth little by little.

The boy looked up at the blackened ceiling.

Yes, it's good to be alive.

He wanted to live.

Live with the previous life.