There was still the sound of rain dripping outside the mountain temple, Xue Ling looked at Fang Bei, who was calmly disposing of the corpse in front of him, and couldn't help asking, "What is this?" ”

"Corpse powder." Fang Bei said succinctly.

"Corpse powder?" Xue Ling repeated incredulously: "Does this thing really exist?" ”

"I originally thought it didn't exist, but if things like martial arts can exist, it's not unacceptable that corpse powder also exists." Fang Bei replied lightly: "But looking at the principle, it should be a fierce redox reaction using flesh and blood, which is equivalent to low-intensity combustion, but its formula is indeed a bit interesting, and it is quite convenient to carry, but it is a little dangerous." ”

The boy's later words were somewhat akin to talking to himself.

Ning Huaiyuan's corpse was still gurgling and bubbling on the ground, except for the slightly unpleasant smell, his body was really turning into nothing little by little.

Xue Ling snorted, and before he could say anything, Fang Bei handed over an iron box with a wristband: "Here, this is your trophy." ”

"Mine?" Xue Ling was stunned, looking at the iron box, it had a silver shining metal wristband, which could be easily fastened on the wrist, but the iron box was completely closed, and Xue Ling didn't figure out what it was for a while.

"What is this?"

"If you're happy, you can call it a Rolex." Fang Bei smiled and said: "But this is the soft sword used by Ning Huaiyuan, when it is not in use, the blade is hidden in this iron box, which can be worn on the wrist and carried closely." ”

"And when you need to sneak attack, you can pop it out as long as you flick it with a specific technique, killing the enemy by surprise, and the blade of the soft sword is both sharp and soft, it is a very rare Qimen weapon, and it is more effective for women to carry."

Xue Ling listened to Fang Bei's chaotic appearance, and she was really a little thrilled at that moment, after all, she didn't play much role in this assassination, but she got such a precious weapon-Xue Ling is also knowledgeable, such a weapon she had never heard of before, she had never seen before, but it was extremely delicate and powerful.

"How could Ning Huaiyuan have such a thing?" Xue Ling couldn't help asking.

Is this Ning Huaiyuan really just a disciple of Huashan?

"Probably." Fang Bei looked at Ning Huaiyuan's gradually disappearing corpse, and sighed softly: "Probably, it's a careerist." ”

"Although his swordsmanship is all Huashan swordsmanship, there are some mixed meanings, Luojiao's cold spirit silver needle, Demon Gate's blood-burning skill, he doesn't know how many places he went to learn such a messy martial arts......"

But he was so powerful, but he died at your hands? Xue Ling looked at the young man in front of him with a faint expression, Fang Bei didn't mean to put gold on his face, and even the description was faint.

"This Ning Huaiyuan, if he doesn't meet us, he will probably become a very powerful character?" Xue Ling asked tentatively.

"Who knows?" Fang Bei said: "After all, no matter how far the future is, who knows? ”

"But when people die, all possibilities will disappear, and all dreams, all the future, will become nothing."

When Fang Bei said this, he sighed with inexplicable emotion: "It's as if Ning Huaiyuan never thought that I would bring a set of steel wire mesh to kill him, and I don't know where I will die in this world." ”

"Still." Fang Bei turned around, looked at Xue Ling's face, and said seriously: "If we can not die, we should try not to die." ”

"Because being alive is a really beautiful thing."

Xue Ling nodded as if he didn't understand, there was obviously an assassin in front of him who specialized in taking people's lives, but he cherished life like this, this feeling made Xue Ling a little weird.

"That's right." Xue Ling looked at Yue Pingshan, who was still unconscious at his feet, his junior brother who loved and killed each other had turned into Miao Miao green smoke and rose into the sky at this time, so what should this senior brother do?

Although Xue Ling didn't want to kill him in his heart, everything still depended on Fang Bei's meaning.

After the previous battle, Xue Ling had to trust this assassin who felt that something was wrong many times - because there was something wrong with it, there was something wrong, but it was still really powerful.

"What should I do with this one?" When he said this, Xue Ling looked at Fang Bei's hand with a little weakness, his white little hand was empty.

But Xue Ling clearly remembered that Fang Bei's appearance of sprinkling corpse powder was very handsome.

Although it looks very embarrassing to be stinked by corpse powder.

"What else can I do?" Fang Bei smiled, his smile was clean and warm.

He seems to have always been such a person, which makes people feel incomprehensible, as if Xue Ling followed him into the clean and minty-smelling room, but when he changed hands, he took a short knife and pressed Xue Ling against the wall.

"We only kill mission targets, and only cut off valuable heads."

"He's out of our assassination zone."

"But." Xue Ling bit his lip: "Didn't he see you?" ”

"Is there one?" Fang Bei smiled: "All he saw was a beggar called a dog mongrel." ”

"Does it have anything to do with us?"

……

……

When Yue Pingshan woke up the next day, he felt a little dizzy pain in his head.

Sunlight spilled through the cracks in the houses and shone on the brick floor.

Outside the temple there was the chirping of insects.

He opened his eyes and saw the girder and vault of the mountain temple, which was a little blackened by smoke, and the lone swallow's nest on the girder.

Hasn't the swallow come back yet?

He tilted his head, and on the blue-masonry floor, there was only the embers of a campfire.

Where is this? Who am I? What am I going to do?

The three philosophical questions instantly surged into Yue Pingshan's heart.

He struggled to sit up from the ground and saw his glowing sword lying on the ground, the ruby of its hilt glittering.

Seeing this sword, countless memories flooded up in an instant.

Last night, the senior brothers who were fighting wine and eating meat by the bonfire, the swords faced each other in the blink of an eye, Ning Huaiyuan's strange soft sword, Luojiao's cold silver needle, and the blood-burning skill of the Demon Gate, when many hole cards that he had never seen before were turned over from the junior brother who didn't see anything abnormal on weekdays, Yue Pingshan only felt a chill down his spine at that moment.

Why am I still alive?

He thought so, and then the little beggar who rushed into the mountain temple couldn't help but come to mind.

Is that him?

Yue Pingshan thought that the other party easily dodged Ning Huaiyuan's life-threatening three swords with incredible movements, forcing Ning Huaiyuan to make peace with him.

Afterwards? I can't remember what happened after that.

But there is no doubt that he was saved by this hidden beggar hero.

What's that hero's name?

Miscellaneous?

Right!

Miscellaneous.

He looked at the mountain god in the mountain temple who had a broken arm, and his heart fluttered for a moment, and he couldn't help himself.

After a long time, he landed on his knees and bowed respectfully to the ground.

"Huashan Yue Pingshan, kneel down to thank the heroes for saving their lives."

The blue bricks shattered under his head, making a crisp sound.

A black swallow flew in through the breach in the mountain temple and landed in the swallow's nest at the girder.

Chirped and screamed.