Legend—The sheathed sword

The smell of a disinfectant filled the room, paling even more pale. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But this is not surprising, because disinfectant and white are the main themes here.

Beep, beep, beep, beep......

There is order, regularity, and sound reverberates through the room.

The large room is fully equipped with the latest 3D TV projector, a large plate of fruit and ...... A large hospital bed.

This is a hospital, so naturally there are hospital beds.

On the hospital bed lay a gray-haired old man, who was wearing a respirator, but his gaze was still spirited, in contrast to his dying face.

Next to the bed, a young and beautiful woman was cutting fruit next to her, while casting a concerned look at the old man. It's just that whenever her eyes left the old man, she couldn't hide a look of irritability.

She thought she was hiding it well, but she didn't know that it all fell into the old man's gaze.

He wasn't angry, after all, he was almost sixty-five years old, how could a beautiful woman in her twenties approach and fall in love with a bad old man like him?

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Outside the ward is another world away from the regular tranquility of the ward.

The thick murderous aura seemed to break through the cover of the entire hospital and go straight to the sky, and on both sides of the passage, there were densely packed with tattooed men. Of course, some of them didn't have tattoos—or that their tattoos were hidden by his neat suit, but the murderous aura on them couldn't hide them.

All the doctors and nurses who passed by were pale and trotted past, not daring to take another look.

They are the eleven bricks, the largest gangster force in the ten cities in the East, and the second city. Although it is only the gangster force of the two cities, the tentacles are all over the ten cities, and they are also famous among the ten cities in the east.

Legend has it that when their gang arose, it was made up of eleven brothers, each with a brick.

But now only one of the eleven bricks remains, lying on the hospital bed.

The sound of the cart pushing, accompanied by the sound of the cart man's teeth chattering.

The Eleventh Brick Gang guarding the door looked at the cart man with unkind eyes, but their voices were very depressed, looking at the young male nurse who looked like he was about to pee: What are you doing?

For...... For...... Patient...... Measure the ...... Measure blood pressure...... The speed at which his teeth chattered was the speed at which his legs went limp. When the gatekeepers heard this, they continued to look out of the way and open the door.

The young male nurse struggled to lift her limp legs as she pushed the cart into the room.

Seeing this, the old man and the beautiful woman in the door stood up and carefully admonished her, then put down the fruit in her hand and walked out of the door, giving way to the nurse and the old man.

The door closed.

The old man put down the respirator in his mouth, he didn't necessarily need a respirator to breathe, but it was more comfortable.

His voice was very neutral, and I saw him smile slightly, looked at the male nurse and said softly: Take it easy.

I wasn't nervous.

The male nurse pulled down the mask and showed that gentle smile. The scared look that looked like it was about to fall down just now melted away like snow, replaced by a smile that looked gentle but was actually extremely cold.

I'm here to kill you, someone wants you dead.

I know. The old man nodded: I can see it.

Oh? The male nurse's face was young and he didn't hesitate to surprise himself: how can you tell? I think I've covered it up pretty well. As he spoke, he kindly reminded: Don't make a noise, as soon as I notice that you want to call your men in, I will not hesitate to kill you. His reminder was really kind, and even the tone was like a real nurse persuading a patient to take medicine.

The old man did not answer his next sentence, as if he could not hear it, and said to himself: Because you have no footsteps. Even though you pretend to be similar, you don't have footsteps at all, which is a reaction and habit for many years. And as far as I know, only killers who walk in the shadows have this perverted habit.

The male nurse was silent for a moment, then nodded seriously: "I will remember your instructions."

A killer, a target, just like this very calm conversation, like two friends who have been separated for many years.

How did you get on the path of a killer at such a young age?

I was a killer when I was a kid, and I couldn't think of anything to do when I grew up. I tried to work like a normal person, but three days later, the harsh and mean boss was shot dead by me after I found out he was fooling around with a colleague's wife. In the end, after thinking about it, it is better to come back and be a killer.

It's a shame.

I think so too.

It seems that you are not suitable for part-time work, have you thought about doing something else?

Not much else...... In addition to chatting with the target, you are the first target to be able to chat with me so calmly. The male nurse sat next to the old man very curiously, picked up the fruit that the woman had put down just now, and continued to cut the fruit in her hand: some would cry and beg me to let them go, and I hated them when I heard their cries, and the next moment I shot them...... Phew, my head exploded like a watermelon. Some will take out their savings and say why give me double the money...... Gee...... There are rules and regulations, and this kind of anti-killing will be killed by fellow practitioners.

His hands are quick, and the fruit knife in his hand is like a sculptor's carving knife, smooth and beautiful. Even if you're just cutting fruit, it's very ornamental.

Soon, the eight apples, cut in equal size, were neatly placed on a small plate and handed to the old man by the male nurse.

The old man was not polite, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, and ate it with a creaky sound: I know your rules, so naturally I will not beg for mercy. Hey, of course, on the other hand, I don't really want to live anymore.

Oh? This is the first time I've seen each other, and maybe I still don't have enough experience. The male nurse smiled shyly.

The old man laughed twice, and it was really hearty and not like pretending. He pointed out the door: You look like a lot of my subordinates are guarding me? Right. They were guarding, but at the moment of my death, they divided the country between me and the other ten brothers. My wife was not in a good life, and she died before I could get rich. My other ten brothers, one by one, died. I'm the only one left to survive, hehe...... Even the woman you just saw. She thought I didn't know, that she was fooling around with my men, plotting how to deal with me when I died, and inherited the whole gang.

The old man looked at the male nurse very seriously: What do you think of my life?

The male nurse was silent for a moment: Not good. You're pathetic, but I won't let you go.

Haha, kid, you still don't understand. I didn't want to live for a long time. One by one, before our brothers died, they all begged me to guard the country they had beaten down. If I commit suicide, I will not be able to see my ten brothers, but if they are killed, there is nothing to say. The old man smiled happily, and even flushed his pale face: Maybe I've been waiting for you to kill me for the past ten years, right?

You're a quirky target. The male nurse had to admit it.

That's a compliment, right? Thank you. The old man took it and put a piece of apple in his mouth again.

So how do you mess up**?

Everyone who mixes up has a reason that can't be said. I guess I made a bad friend by mistake.

Although he said that he had made a bad friend by mistake, his face was full of pride and pride: These ten bad friends are the best choice I think I have made in my life. Otherwise, do you think that with just eleven bricks, you can knock this country down?

Friend...... Is it? The male nurse was thoughtful, this feeling was very strange to him.

He used to have friends, but when he found out that those friends were just teasing him as fools, one by one he disappeared from the world.

Son, you don't have any friends, do you? The old man looked at the killer who was about to kill him with pity, but he did not hesitate to show his mercy, and he was not afraid that this person would kill him in the next moment: that's why you will talk to the target who is about to die. Because of your lack of interpersonal communication, you are lonely, but you don't admit it. You're tempted to find a companion, but you can't. Because you are a killer, you go out into the normal crowd like a tiger into a flock. You look at them like they're always looking for a part that can kill with one hit. How can a tiger be a friend of a sheep?

You're talking a little too much. The male nurse stood up, not as calm as before. Only his hand shook casually, a pistol fell into the palm of his hand, and his fingers lightly clasped the plate machine and did not move. He won't admit that he's angry, and he won't admit his loneliness.

Oh, kid, don't worry. I'm going to die. The old man was still indifferent, as if he didn't see the pistol that represented the Grim Reaper's Soul Scythe, but he had the momentum of putting life and death out of bounds, and picked up a piece of apple again and put it in his mouth.

Kid, see more of the world. You're still exposed to too little, and the world is bigger than you think. Tigers can't be friends with sheep, so find other tigers as friends. It's a shame to embark on this dead end so quickly. Believe me, I've been on this path for almost fifty years. As he spoke, he added: "But I am different from you, and I am on this road with ten tigers accompanying me.

The male nurse remained silent.

In addition to the regular sound of the heartbeat machine, there was the creaking of the old man eating an apple.

For a long time, he still didn't shoot, but just said: You are indeed very enviable.

It's natural. The old man laughed: I can talk so freely before I die. Thanks, unknown friend.

I've seen them, let's go first.

There was still a piece of apple left on the plate, and he couldn't eat it all.

Eleven bricks, finally not a single one of them was broken.

He killed it?

Yes and no.

Yes: If it weren't for a conversation with him, the old man would die of agitation? Maybe it was the apple he cut out that choked the old man to death?

No: he didn't touch him and didn't shoot. Not a single bullet was missing from the gun.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Because the old man killed him.

Killed the one who used to be muddy and would only chat with a dying target to relieve his loneliness.

The regular beep beep sound turns into a long sound.

The room between the two was empty—except for a corpse, and an open window, curtains fluttering in the wind.

…………

The last person at the helm of the eleven bricks died, and the ** of the entire two cities was full of turmoil.

None of this has anything to do with the male nurse. But when he was still buried, he quietly bowed in a corner. Because he knew that this old man had changed his future.

He still kills, but at the same time he is obsessed with something else.

For example, online games.

Inside, he is no longer a tiger and there is no sheep. The reward for killing has become the cost of his life in the game, and often killing a person can make a living without worrying for a long time. Maybe that's the appeal of the game? Here, you can be anyone.

Finally, he met the man.

The man named the Demon God, although he has not met in real person, they are very close to each other.

So the former killer helped him conquer the entire game world.

I don't know when he stopped killing, but he kept killing.

No longer killing people in the real world, but killing people in the game world constantly.

It was no longer a butcher's knife in his hand, for he himself was a knife—a knife that belonged to the demon god Hades.

The knife was put into its sheath.

When it comes out of the sheath again, it may be called the real world

world).

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I like the character of the knife without seeing blood, and because he will appear often in recent chapters, I will explain his story.

For example, why he has such a strong footwork and balance, why he kills without blinking, why he has such a strong strength and is willing to follow Hades. Because Hades was the first tiger he befriended, there was a lot of value in it.

Actually, I've been on vacation for a while.

But when I first started on vacation, I was sick for three days, and I still don't know why I sprained my waist. The illness has an effect on my code words, and twisting my waist has no effect on my code words, but the occasional pain makes me a little irritable.

Some of the updates in the past few days are relying on storage, and some are strong spiritual codes.

It wasn't until today, when my vacation was almost over, that I woke up to such a decadent and long vacation!!

I don't like myself like this, and when I think back to what I did on vacation, it wasn't much. Sleep Eat Sleep Eat Play ......

So I wrote a story about the blood of the knife -- a story about a killer.

A killer who likes to chat with his target before killing it, but changes his path in a chat.

I love this story, and I hope you enjoy it too.