How can I kill Su Mo?

This is a puzzle that White Scale has been thinking about and has never been able to get an answer to.

From his birth to the riddle up to the present.

But Su Mo now wants him to solve it in such a short period of time, how is this possible?

But it can't be...... He's going to die.

He hated the word 'death' and the meaning behind it.

Because as long as he 'dies' like this, the greatness that he has not accomplished, but expects to accomplish, will be far away from him.

In the end he had nothing, abandoned by everything.

It can't be like this...... This must not be the case.

The urgency of his life was about to pass made him feel that the blade had come for an extraordinarily long time, and in such a long time, he thought about it.

There was another person standing behind Su Mo.

is a completely unexpected character for Su Mo.

The man looked droopy and old, wrinkled as many as his age, but he had an aura that could not be ignored.

An aura that transforms an ordinary old man into a different one.

The moment it appeared, Su Mo stopped the knife in his hand.

His eyes narrowed, as if he were facing an opponent who was beyond the power of the world.

"That's my way."

When the man appeared, White Scale breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person became much more confident.

"The death you want is coming."

The scene in front of me is indeed very interesting, with a unique touch of dry humor.

Su Mo's eyes widened and he looked at the person.

Even if I haven't seen him for so many years, this person's face is still so clear in my heart.

- Master.

When he was still a human being, Master took him out of the word 'human' and took him to hell.

He will never forget this favor.

And now, a man who was supposed to die stood in front of him.

"If you can die in the hands of the master, you will be considered to have died a well-deserved death."

Suddenly, as if to stimulate Su Mo, Bai Yan said.

And at the same time as he spoke, the puppet named Master moved.

He drew the short knife from his waist and stabbed at him as if he had taught him for the first time.

It's not a master, it's just a puppet.

And it's still the kind of shoddy, imitation puppet.

But even if it wasn't a puppet with much strength, it still put a lot of pressure on him.

Su Mo held up its short knife, and understood this very well, but he didn't solve it in one go.

Because it always dodged his attacks just right.

There is no doubt that even if it is not the Master himself, it still has a part of the Master's consciousness.

"I always wanted to make you a doll, after all, you are the experiment of my heart...... But to my surprise, Master has slowly changed over time......"

"Even though he's lived so long, he still doesn't want to die."

"So one day he asked me how I could live longer."

White Scales laughed a little happily.

"So he became my experiment, of course...... Even if I secretly copied the prototype for so long, it is still a little unsuccessful...... But it's enough to deal with you. ”

Although he was smiling on the outside, Bai Scale's heart was like a blood-dripping pain.

He hadn't used it before, because it still had room to improve, and he even thought that he could recreate it to the original master's appearance.

But now in order to let Su Mo die, there is no time to think.

In order to survive, even if the puppet is destroyed, it is nothing.

In front of survival, everyone should be the same, but Su Mo in front of him is completely different.

So...... He's not human anymore.

In the face of people who are not human, no matter how you deal with them, it is in the past.

Su Mo turned his head back to his opponent, who was also an enemy, and felt the constraints of his sword skills.

After the death of his master, he gradually grew to his current level after parting ways with Xia Bo White Scale.

Somehow the limit has been reached.

At this time, he was at a critical point, which is why he wanted to die.

That misanthropy stems from his body itself, but it is also an external need for him to get out of his current level.

Even he didn't know what he wanted.

Is it dead......

Memories of the past are like foggy glass, and there is a feeling that you want to see clearly but you can't see clearly.

Even the meaning of existence is ...... Basically forgotten by him.

What Bai Yan said was quite close to the truth, but there were some things that even Su Mo didn't think about.

Because he's used to it...... Accustomed to the killing now.

Then leave it alone...... Just smash it.

At the moment when Su Mo was distracted, Bai Yan noticed a change.

The evenly matched state has been tilted.

The reason came from Su Mo, because the angle and strength of the attack that it should have expected were always off.

A deviation in estimation led to an extra hole in the body.

Even if this body was specially made by White Scales, it couldn't withstand Su Mo's knife.

What's more, after Su Mo found a way to deal with it, it no longer had the strength to match it.

"What the hell is going on...... How can there be such a monster in the world. ”

White Scales began to tremble in disbelief.

At this moment, Su Mo found a gap in the puppet and cut off its head.

Even though this face was exactly the same as Master's, he still didn't show any mercy to his subordinates.

This is Su Mo.

A cold-hearted monster known as a murderer.

"Then it's your turn."

He even had the leisure to glance at the time.

"Alright, it's all been wasted half an hour, and you should be on your way."

After asking Bai Scales about the time, Su Mo had his own plans, but it was impossible to tell the other party.

At this time, the white scales also understood.

He looked at Su Mo and found that even if he killed the puppet he was so proud of, it didn't cause him a few wounds.

And Su Mo was walking over slowly, and the knife was still bloody, but this time it was real blood.

White Scale's body stiffened.

The puppets that fell one after another made his consciousness blurry, not to mention activating the original hint, and it was a little difficult to even stand on his feet.

This is also a defect of the puppeteer, when the effective puppet is hit hard, it will also be affected to a certain extent.

Bai Scale's injury hadn't healed before, and now that it was even worse, he couldn't mobilize his abilities.

Finally, in despair, he pulled out the knife that he had never used many times.

He aimed the knife at Su Mo, and suddenly laughed nervously, it was tears that were about to come out, and he laughed hysterically:

"Come on, let me fall into such a situation, and in the end, I have to use my sword skills to fight hard, you can be as proud as possible."

Of course, Bai Yan can also use knife skills, but compared to Su Mo, his knife skills can't be expressed in mediocrity.

"It's terrible."

As if his eyes were dirty, he chopped off the white scale's hand.

The hand that was waving wildly fell to the ground with a 'click', quieting the white scales who had planned to fight hard.

His body suddenly writhed in the madness he had before he learned he was about to die.

"Shabo, no one will die in your place this time."

White Scales said softly.

The body was still spasming and trembling with pain.

"We're all going to die, and life is fair. Everybody dies......"

White Scales said to himself in a tone that almost coaxed a child.

"I'm Shabo...... I'm the white scales...... Huh...... Huh...... Hah. ”

Before he died, he breathed heavily, as if he wanted to suck all the oxygen into his body.

Su Mo felt that this person at this moment was very interesting, so he didn't do it immediately, but watched from the side temporarily.

"I'm a coward...... White scales too...... After all, he is also me, and I died at the hands of my own cowardice, but if ...... Don't kill you...... I can never forgive myself. ”

Shabo hugged his bleeding arm and said with difficulty.

"I still hate you, always...... So, I'm not going to beg for mercy. ”

Even though his body kept protesting, Xia Bo's eyes widened and he stared at Su Mo deadly.

"Come on, kill me."

The cursed eyes faded with the kiss of the blade.

This hatred is still no match for the cruelty of life.

Although it was as bright as a firework, it still fell silently.

He didn't know what he was bored with, and he used his knife to cut everything in front of him.

There is no obstacle in front of him because there is no master here.

Soon he found the place where White Scale and Shabo had been hiding all along.

There he found what he was looking for.

It was a knife, a long, narrow blade that resembled his current sword.

There was a hint of black on the side of the snow-white front, because when he got it, it began to bloom with an ominous light.