Just when Wang Hao was stunned.

Suddenly, the candles in the room went out, and the whole room instantly became dark, without a trace of light.

Darkness shrouded it.

It was clearly not night.

Then, the darkness was like a substance, gathering like a tide, and in front of Wang Hao's eyes, it condensed into a figure.

It was a slender man, wrapped in a dark red robe, suspended in the air like a large paper kite. On his face, he obviously didn't wear any mask, and there was no fog to cover it, but it was like a reality, which made people unable to see clearly, and he was full of a mysterious and unpredictable temperament.

"You, are Wang Yangke's son?"

The mysterious red-robed man spoke.

The sound seems to float from far away, and it is close to the eyes, which makes people unpredictable.

Wang Hao looked at the mysterious red-robed man, his eyes slightly condensed.

This kind of outfit, this kind of temperament, makes him think of a kind of person.

Hell Pavilion!

Although, for more than ten years, he has never been able to cultivate, but Wang Hao has been understanding and exploring this world through various ways. Collecting all kinds of classics, anecdotes and legends, Wang Hao knows more about this world than ordinary people think.

According to legend, in this world, there is a huge underground dynasty, they are extremely mysterious, hidden in the darkness, but they are all over the world, influencing and manipulating this world. Throughout the ages, they have been present in many major events that have affected the course of history.

Wang Hao had also seen information about the Hell Pavilion in a private residence report of the City Lord's Mansion.

The Hell Pavilion, an assassination organization that punishes evil and promotes good, is suspected to be a branch of the Underground Dynasty.

"Once, I owed Wang Yangke a favor and promised to do one thing for him. Tell me, what are you going to let me do for you?" the red-robed man asked.

Wang Hao originally thought that what Wang Yangke arranged for him was someone in the family who could be trusted, but he didn't expect that this person was actually from the Underground Dynasty Hell Pavilion.

It was an unexpected surprise.

Wang Hao groaned slightly, and said, "If what I want you to do is to kill the current acting city lord of Furi City, Nie Baishan, is it okay?"

"You want to kill Nie Baishan?"

The red-robed man looked at Wang Hao.

"Can't you?"

The red-robed man nodded slightly and said, "I promised, no matter whether I can kill Nie Baishan or not, I will give you an explanation within ten days." ”

"If you receive the news of Nie Baishan's death, the love I owe to Wang Yangke will also be cleared. ”

Listening to the words of the red-robed man, he seemed to have a great grasp that he could kill Nie Baishan.

No matter what kind of price he will pay in the process, the red-robed man dares to make such a promise, proving that his identity in the Hell Pavilion is not simple.

Otherwise, how could he kill Nie Baishan, one of the five masters of Furi City and the lord of a city?

As he spoke, darkness and fog filled the air, and the figure of the red-robed man became illusory and was about to dissipate.

"Wait!"

Seeing that the red-robed figure was about to disperse, Wang Hao said suddenly.

The red-robed man paused slightly.

"I changed my mind. Looking at the red-robed man, Wang Hao said, "Nie Baishan, let me clean it up by myself, I thought of something more important." ”

"What's the matter?" the red-robed man said, "If you want to ascend to the sky in one step and have a million fortunes overnight, don't think about this kind of good thing." At the beginning, I had an agreement with Wang Yangke that I could do one thing for him, but this matter must be within a reasonable range. As for what is reasonable and how it is unreasonable, I have the final say. ”

Wang Hao said: "It's not easy for Lao Wang to get this promise from you, how can I ask for a price and do something that humiliates him?"

"I just want to join the Hell Pavilion and become a killer. ”

"I don't think you should mind too much if you appear in front of my eyes like this, let me guess the identity of your Hell Pavilion. You can agree to kill Nie Baishan again, obviously, your status in the Hell Pavilion is not low, just introduce me and become a killer in the Hell Pavilion, it shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

Wang Hao looked at the red-robed man and said.

"Huh. The red-robed man smiled, "Wang Yangke's son has good observation and knows a lot, but do you really know what it means to be the killer of the Hell Pavilion?"

Wang Hao said: "Since I dare to say this, I have naturally considered it carefully. You only need to introduce me to join the Hell Pavilion, and as for whether I will regret this choice today in the future, I will bear all the consequences. ”

"Good. The red-robed man nodded.

Near goodness from the Valley of the Devil of Jin +10

On the sword pool, a line of text emerged.

This is an appreciation from the red-robed people.

It turned out that this mysterious red-robed man was called Jin Ghost Valley.

Seeing this kindness, Wang Hao knew that he had a play.

Letting the red-robed man kill Nie Baishan can certainly solve a momentary hatred, but Wang Hao thinks more and further.

As a suspected branch of the underground dynasty, the Hell Pavilion is mysterious and powerful, and it is likely that its sphere of influence extends far beyond Furi City, which will be a bridge to the outside world and see the wider world.

Of course, Nie Baishan wants to kill, but for Wang Hao, this is at most a stage goal in life. Wang Hao's ambition is by no means limited to Furi City, he needs to be like the Hell Pavilion, such an opportunity to see the wider world.

Besides, killing Nie Baishan like this would inevitably be too cheap for him.

If he didn't kill him with his own hands, how could Wang Hao be willing?

"Whether you can become the killer of the Hell Pavilion depends on your heart and qualifications, and you need to be tested. Tomorrow, wait here, I'll pick you up. ”

The red-robed man wrapped his robe, and his figure turned into a black mist and dispersed.

In the room, the light returned to light, and only Wang Hao was left.

It's like no one has ever been there.

"Hell Pavilion, Killer ......"

Wang Hao's eyes showed a look of expectation.

What else can collect and accumulate negative grievances more than killing people?

The next day.

In the early morning, a Qinglu beast cart stopped outside the inn.

Wang Hao entered the carriage.

Jin Guigu was already waiting in the carriage, still wearing a red robe, wearing a hat, and his face was as real as a void, mysterious and unpredictable.

"Let's go. ”

The Qinglu beast car set off, the dark and low carriage, as if isolated from the outside world, people don't know, how many turns along the way, how many roads have been taken, and where has it been?

About an hour later.

Wang Hao heard the sound of gurgling water outside, and from time to time there was a birdsong, and the wind blew the trees, making an uproar.

Did you go into the mountains?

The Qinglu beast cart stopped.

Jin Guigu took Wang Hao and walked out of the carriage. As far as the eye can see, the surrounding cliffs are towering, the wall is high and hundred, as if the knife is sharpened and the axe is chopped in, in front of the eyes, a majestic waterfall pours down from the high cliff, the waves are turbulent, Miao Miao is huge, let people marvel at it.

Rolling waterfalls, converging into a pool.

"Follow me. "Jin Guigu stepped out, stepped on the waterhole, and walked towards the waterfall.

How?

Treading water?

Wang Hao wanted to go out with him, but he wouldn't!

Do you want him to swim over?

Isn't that pretty......

Wang Hao hesitated.