Behind Mo Yan was an imperial green jade screen.

Such a large piece of emerald, the top glass species, is rare in the world. Three rows of characters are carved out of ancient scripts - fifty avenues, forty-nine Tianyan, and one of them.

The reason why he changed his name to Mo Yan is because of this.

Since he was born, he has suffered many calamities, but after all, the Great Dao did not abandon him, and used his forty-nine to escape one of them, giving him that bit of vitality.

"My lord, the Shadow Killing Pavilion Blood Scythe asks to see you."

A voice came from outside the door.

"Come in."

Mo Yan put down the pen.

When he raised his head, a pair of black eyes seemed to burn his soul.

The blood scythe pushed the door in.

He was originally the fourth on the shadow killing list, a killer known for his brutal harvesting of heads, but who would have thought that not only was he not strong, but he was thin, wearing a white dress, with a clear appearance and a smile on his face, like a good son of a family.

The Belt of the Blood Scythe is a silver iron cable.

The chilly scythe, pinned to the back of the waist, is a symmetrical double sickle.

At this moment, in the hand of the blood sickle, he was carrying a blood-stained cloth bag, round, and at a glance, it was clear that it contained a human head.

"Xi Qingfeng's head."

The blood sickle's expression looked a little excited, but his eyes were full of pleasure after revenge, "Thank you for my master's fulfillment!" This scumbag should have died ten thousand times a long time ago! ”

Mo Yan said in a deep voice: "Head, you take it away." ”

At the beginning, it was the second-in-command of the criminal department's stolen penalty vault, Wu Songbai, who directly killed the nurse's family.

This number one Xi Qingfeng is an accomplice at best.

But between the blood sickle and Xi Qingfeng, there is an enmity that does not share the sky. Mo Yan's revenge plan has already kicked off, so he simply pushed the boat down the river and let the blood sickle shoot to achieve the purpose of deterring the opponent.

"My lord's kindness cannot be repaid!"

The voice of the blood sickle implied a trace of sadness that she had tried to suppress, "My sister has a spirit in the sky, and she will definitely be able to rest in peace." ”

Born into an ordinary civilian family, his parents died young, and he was raised by his sister.

My sister is skillful and beautiful, good at making incense, and sells it at the market for money.

Five years ago.

My sister was taken by Xi Qingfeng.

Forcible snatched it.

Within dozens of days, my sister died tragically in Xi Qingfeng's backyard.

The straw mat was wrapped casually and thrown into the mass grave. When the blood sickle saw the mottled and terrible scars on his sister's corpse, he went crazy at that time, picked up a kitchen knife casually, and hid on a road that Xi Qingfeng had to pass every day.

The consequences can be imagined, he was still very weak at that time, and the assassination failed.

He was beaten violently, broke seven or eight bones, and was thrown into prison.

Bloodsickle still remembers that day - in a cramped cell, he lay covered in blood on the straw of insects and ants, full of despair waiting for death to come. A deerskin black boot appeared in front of him, and a voice seemed to come from the netherworld of hell.

"Want revenge?"

It was the voice of a teenager.

With the husky unique to the voice-changing period, "I can help you make your wish come true." ”

Blood Scythe raised his head and saw a face as handsome as a god that he would never forget, it was Mo Yan. Obviously, the black-clothed young man in front of him is about the same age as himself, but with a strong sense of oppression from the superiors, people dare not look directly into his eyes.

Blood Scythe didn't know how Mo Yan did it, and successfully brought himself out of prison.

Then, he entered the Shadow Killing Pavilion.