In the faint moonlight, Ah Chong saw a hideous face—it wasn't a human face at all.

Jing Wumian's "face" was covered with deep scars, almost no skin was intact, and each wound was deeply visible to the bone, revealing the dark red tendons inside. Even Ah Chong couldn't help but be moved when he saw such a tragic situation.

"Hehehe, Kitano Chong, compared to me, you don't know what misery is!"

Jing Wumian's voice was full of sorrow, and he said slowly:

"When I was 8 years old, my parents died, leaving me and my 5-year-old brother alone. Before the funeral was over, the relatives divided all the valuable things in the house, leaving us brothers and no one willing to ask for it, and no one wanted to take the two of them with the burden of eating white rice. Our house was also taken by creditors, and my brother and I were kicked out of the house, so we had to pick up vegetable leaves on the street to feed ourselves. In summer, it's okay to say, just find a place to lie down and be a bed, but in winter, it's cold, and we can only hold stray dogs under the bridge to keep warm.

Until one day, we met Professor Zhang. The professor took us away and sent us to a place where we had food and a bed to sleep in, and I was impressed by the dozens of orphans who had no home like us. All around are cold instruments, cold faces, and cold lights.

Later I found out that it was called the Life Transformation Research Institute. My brother and I had a lot of surgeries and a lot of medicines there, and every time the surgery was painful, they said it was a physical makeover, which would make us stronger and not be bullied again.

Many of the children who underwent physical modification with us did not survive, but my brother and I survived.

Originally, I thought that the process of body transformation was the most painful, but later I learned that this was just the beginning.

After the body modification was completed, we were taken to a secret and heavily guarded base where we received basic martial arts training. A few months later, the instructor gave each of us a knife and told us to catch and fight.

The instructor said: 'Only those who win are qualified to live!' ’

This phrase became the motto of the training camp and the only rule of our existence.

Can you imagine? A child who is only ten years old tastes the taste of killing/people for the first time. We simply didn't have time to bother because it was more brutal training that followed.

Instructors say that only one in 10 people will eventually get out of the training camp. Until then, everyone around you was your competitor.

In order to get out alive, my brother and I trained hard. In the years since, we have successfully navigated several rounds of survival challenges, and after each challenge, we have half the children around us. Seeing that the day of the end of the training camp is getting closer and closer, we can get out of this death training camp with just one more round of survival challenges. My brother and I both saw hope of victory. Perhaps, we can live to go out together. ”

Jing Wumian's voice became deeper and deeper, "However, in the last round of survival challenges, my brother and I were placed in the same group ......"

Speaking of this, Jing Wumian slowly raised his hands, and said in a trembling voice, "You don't want to know about this process...... I killed my own brother with these hands, and I can't forget the look in his eyes when he was dying. I don't know if it's pain or relief, despair or ......"

Jing Wumian couldn't speak, covering his face and choking.

Ah Chong looked at him in amazement, he had only heard the name "Shadow Warrior" a few times occasionally, as the most mysterious organization under Professor Zhang, the Shadow Warrior had never heard of it and never seen its people, but he didn't expect their training and selection to be so cruel.

Jing Wumian slowly stopped crying, carefully looked at his hands and said, "After killing my younger brother, I successfully graduated from the death training camp and became one of the lucky ones who could get out alive. However, I will never be able to shake off the shadow that has been left on me there......

Until now, every night when I go to bed, I can dream of my brother's eyes, and he just stares at me and doesn't say a word.

I don't know what he saw before he died. But at that time, I must have looked terrible...... I hate myself, I hate myself for this face, I don't dare to look in the mirror, every time I feel guilty, I cut off a piece of my face with a knife! ”

Jing Wumian took a deep breath, looked at Ah Chong and said, "Kitano Chong, you said that I don't know what a revenant soul is, and I don't know what hell is?" Hehe! I turned my brother into a ghost with my own hands! I live in hell every day! ”

Jing Wumian clenched his fists and roared!

Ah Chong looked at him and suddenly felt that this person was very pitiful.

Although his parents died before he was born, under the care of Ziyang's parents and the people in the village, his childhood was warm and friendly.

And the person in front of him, who has suffered from human suffering since he was a child, was abandoned by the whole world, and even the only brother who cared about him was killed by him himself.

"Kitano Chong, you don't know how much I envy you. You are born with great talents, and the professor takes care of you as you would a flower in a greenhouse—and we orphans who have no talent will kill each other like brutes until we are the strongest!

The professor treats you as disciples and us as tools. Now his sharpest tool is about to kill his most proud disciple, you say, isn't it ironic? Hahaha! ”

Jing Wumian looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, the muscles in the wound on his face kept shaking, and he looked very terrifying.

Ah Chong knew that this person was already insane, but he still couldn't help but persuade: "In that case, why don't you get rid of the professor's control and find a quiet place to hide?" I believe that with your ability today, it will not be difficult to do this. ”

"Hide? Why? Jing Wumian wondered, "I'm enjoying all this now!" Every time I see my target fall and breathe in my hands, don't mention how happy I am!

I told myself that every dead soul who died at my hands was my slave, and I sent them to serve my brother in the underworld.

Kitano Chong, I heard that you haven't given birth yet, your parents are dead, and you're a purebred ghost boy? It's hard to come by. I think my brother must be interested in your soul. ”

Jing Wumian shook his head and said, as if he was very sure about killing Ah Chong.

As soon as he heard Jing Wumian mention his parents, Ah Chong's face couldn't help but be cold, and he took a step forward and said, "I miss that you are also a hard-working person, and I will finally give you a chance to leave here, otherwise you will ......"

"Otherwise what? Or kill me? ”

Jing Wumian interrupted Ah Chong's words and said, "Listen carefully first, what kind of sound is this!" ”

Jing Wumian listened to the direction of the camp, Ah Chong turned his head to look, only to see a sudden burst of fire in the camp, and two faint gunshots came, and he couldn't help but be shocked!

"You, do you have accomplices?"

"Ahh Jing Wumian pretended to cover his mouth exaggeratedly and said.

"Bastard! You lied to me! ”

Ah Chong turned around and was about to run towards the camp, Jing Wumian shook his body in front of him, smiled, opened his mouth and said:

"Fool, of course I have accomplices, otherwise why do you think I talked to you for a long time? You think I'm opening up to you? If I don't lure you away, how can my accomplices have a chance to do it? At such an age, I don't have any brains at all! ”

Seeing Jing Wumian chattering in front of him, an unprecedented disgust rose in Ah Chong's heart, and he shouted angrily:

"Get out of the way! If you want to die, you can't blame me! ”

Ah Chong condensed his right arm and prepared to attack - Jing Wumian must be dealt with in the shortest possible time, otherwise the people in the camp would probably suffer.

Seeing Ah Chong's yin and yang arms suddenly bulge, Jing Wumian's expression became serious. Although he said it easily, Jing Wu was still very jealous of Ah Chong, and he was secretly holding the Ice Spirit Poison Needle in his hand at the moment, ready to defend against Ah Chong's earth-shattering blow at any time.

"Kitano Chong, you know what? The order given to me from above is not only to kill you, but also to get rid of Timur's old man and his flowery daughter, and not a single one of his people will be left behind—no matter how good you are, I am afraid that you can only keep yourself, but you can't keep them......"

Jing Wumian was still talking unrelentingly, trying to disturb Ah Chong's mind.

Ah Yan suddenly screamed, his body flew up quickly, and his right hand smashed straight into Jing Wumian's face.

Jing Wumian had already prepared, and with a wave of his right hand, a little cold light in his palm stabbed Ah Chong's arm.

This move seems to be a lose-lose style, but he is sure that Ah Chong has to defend, as long as Ah Chong retreats, he has a more powerful killing move behind him.

He fought with Ah Chong once in the tent, and knew that Ah Chong's fists and kicks were powerful, so he adopted passive defensive tactics to fight Ah Chong.

Ah Chong remembered that the people in the camp did not dare to fight, and would inevitably attack rashly.

As long as it drags on, Ah Chong's mind will become more and more flustered, so that he will catch the flaw.

Although he was not completely sure that he had beaten Ah Chong, Jing Wumian believed that his Ice Spirit Poison Needle would be enough to protect himself if it was used for defense.

Seeing that little bit of cold light was about to stab Ah Chong, who knew that Ah Chong didn't dodge or dodge, and let the ice spirit poison needle pierce into his yin and yang arm. At the same time, a heavy punch also smashed into Jing Wumian's face. This time with enough force, half of Jing Wumian's face was dented.

Jing Wumian screamed miserably, raised his head to the sky and fell back. Before the man could fall, he was kicked in the ribs. The whole person flew high like a kite and fell straight into the snow. After landing, there was still no end to the momentum, and it rolled out more than ten meters away one after another.

Jing Wuxian was punched and kicked in a row, and he was seriously injured if he didn't die. Ah Chong succeeded in one blow but did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, he was worried about the safety of everyone in the camp, and he didn't care about going up to check Jing Wumian's life and death, so he raised his breath and ran to the camp.

Hearing the whirring wind in his ears, Ah Chong kept regretting in his heart: why was he so stupid and careless, and was deceived so easily, and he didn't raise his vigilance after listening to Jing Wumi's rambling for a long time.

What he was worried about now was that there were no known number of people attacking the camp, and if they were as skilled as Jing Wumian, Naya and them would probably be more than lucky.