I carried a lamp and walked through an uninhabited passage in an underground fortress. The only thing I was armed with www.biquge.info was two things, a dagger in my fanny pack and a piece of glass hidden in my sleeve......

In order to seek justice, I made the first and heaviest vow of my life to Cruli. After that, Cruli became my mentor. Thanks to this relationship, I was able to survive five years in the underground fortress.

Today, I don't see Assassins as a dirty business, and I don't rule out learning deadly techniques. In fact, I was obsessed with every trick that Cruley taught, because these "skills" would help me get the justice I deserved, and I longed for more.

I thought about why I had to make this change, and Kruli had a subtle influence on me, but it wasn't him who caused me to change dramatically, but someone else—the boy who stole bread in the middle of the night and stuffed it for me.

It's easy to say, we just met again by chance, and we abandoned the ghost name of Mole Cub and Knife Ear, and became partners worthy of each other's real names.

He actually tells a lot of jokes, and once he opens the conversation, his mouth is like honey and can make people laugh non-stop. He also believed in ghosts and gods, and in order to avenge his former companions, he actually found a secret way to engrave a curse curse for Helphant, but before he died, he kept shouting that it hurt and hurt below.

At this moment, I was holding a lantern to check the evidence of my friend's existence—the stone wall covered in incantations. I touched the wall and saw the resentment in my eyes as he cursed Helphant. Unfortunately, such a pious curse was fruitless, and the demon instructor was still alive and well, while he had been tortured to death by another man. Therefore I will not pretend to be a man or try to seek revenge by a god who is nothing. I'm going to take it one step at a time, and I'm going to think more than my huge prey. But first, do I really know myself?

"What if I'm going to deal with someone who's so much better than I am? ”

I tried to ask Krulley for answers, but he asked, "Have I ever tied you up?"

As an apprentice, I begged him to teach me how to strike a fatal blow without panic and without shaking my hands. He looked at me for a moment, then led me deeper into the underground fortress until we entered a chilling room. At that moment, I finally knew where the sack that had held me and the other corpses had gone......

Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps pulled me out of my memory. I looked back at the road with a frown, and at a glance I saw the great crow, Pedot. He was still wearing the same crow-like coat as he had brought me to the guild, and the "crow's wings" were still slightly agitated with his steps, and I intuitively felt a gust of cold wind slashing at my heart like a blade.

While Petor was still some distance away from me, I picked up my lantern and flashed it aside, but the man was clearly unwilling to let me go easily. He took a few steps to block my path, and then approached me like a wall.

"Come and find out how your friend died?" asked Petdor. I saw his Adam's apple rolling around his neck, and I only felt a tightness in his stomach.

"It's none of your business, get out of the way, I'm going back. I moved to the side again.

"Go back? Have you forgotten? You're my little yellow finch, and we should be together. As he spoke, he suddenly reached out and grabbed me.

"Crazy!" I screamed and jumped backwards, only to crash into the bulging wall. The lantern in his hand instantly rolled to the ground, and the glass cover shattered into several pieces, and the wick of the candle there first brightened up, and then a little light was left obliquely through.

Petor glanced at the lamp, then at me and said, "You're right, I haven't been normal since I met you, and you damn little yellow finch can really hide, hide in the crowd, hide under the wings of the big boss, but you're here for your friend's sake, aren't you? ”

"How do you know so much? You killed him?" I asked, frowning.

The corners of his mouth twitched with a strange expression.

"Torture? I think you're mistaken, I just made a deal with him. I took his sausage, and to be fair, I gave him another honey pot, which was smooth and silky......"

Hearing this, my whole body froze. In the past, I didn't understand the connection between the tangled bodies, the sorrows and the laughter, but now, the memories that I had seen with my own eyes and rejected by my brain suddenly turned back, and the scenes of my mother and that friend before their death flashed before my eyes like pictures, and their pain exploded in my mind.

"Let's go to hell!" I pulled out my training dagger and stabbed it towards Petdor.

The blow was still on the way when it was stopped by Petdor. He grabbed my arm and twisted it so hard that he snatched the dagger. Then, he threw my weapon far behind his back.

"If you want to kill me, that's what did Kruli teach you?"

Pedor squeezed my jaw sharply. I was pinched by him and couldn't say a word, and the man clearly didn't care about my feelings, and he whispered in a sandpaper-like voice, "I see, I see, he keeps you as a pet, right?"

The sound gave me goosebumps. I looked around, and as soon as my eyes stopped for a moment on the broken lantern, Petor half-crouched down to my face.

"He's been in you, isn't he, my little yellow finch. ”

Suddenly, a wet touch stretched from my cheeks to the corners of my mouth. I saw Petor sticking out his tongue and felt my hair stand on end.

"This damn madman!" I cursed inwardly.

This man was simply immersed in his own crazy, dirty thoughts. No wonder when the shopkeeper mentioned that I was the new blood he had found, the other assassins looked disgusted. Now, will he give up having fun with me?

"Relax, relax. I comforted myself in my heart, and trembled as I waited for Petor to relax. The madman was not satisfied with just licking his prey twice, and I took advantage of the opportunity for him to touch me, closed my eyes and threw a punch, and then struggled to break free from the trap and ran in the direction of the lantern.

"Ahh

Pitor scolded angrily and pounced. Before I could reach the glass, the weight of my body weighed me down. The bastard grabbed my arm against the lantern again, forcing me to turn around. I glared at him angrily, only to hear him sneer: "Do you think I'm going to be angry? I won't be angry, you are my little yellow finch, I will play with you." ”

After saying this, his head came again. I held up my other hand and tried hard to block his stinky face, and he writhed more frantically on me, his hand digging into his clothes. At this point, I finally showed the real guy. After the strange sound of flesh being cut by a sharp weapon, a large hole in Peiduo's neck appeared, and a large gurgling of blood flowed out of it. He instinctively pressed against the wound that couldn't be plugged at all, and looked straight at me with his eyes. I kicked him away on my knee and slashed his arm. At this time, he finally saw the glass in my hand, but unfortunately his mouth could only make a laughing sound.

For a moment, I felt that all the madness of Petor had turned to me, and I cried out as if I was crazy: "Do you think I am mourning my friend? I am waiting for you, this glass is also specially prepared for you, not on the broken lamp, you can taste it." ”

As I spoke, I inserted the glass into his cheek. He shook for a while, then straightened his legs.

"You'd probably wonder why I was so accurate," I continued, looking into Petdor's eyes like dead fish, "I chopped up many sacks, poking them over and over again, until my timidity was crumbled with them. ”

I closed my eyes, and the room full of targets seemed to leap into view, and the bodies in sacks were tied up in various positions, standing or sitting, and there were many people I had seen in them, while Krulley emphasized that he should approach his target as if at random, and not show his weapon until he stabbed at the vital point...... Obviously, I did the same thing to Pedot, and this bloody breath, this chilling, disgusting feeling, is it revenge? Also, I killed the old soldiers in the guild, what should I do now?

At that moment, the familiar sound of footsteps sounded in the aisle, and I looked up in the direction of the sound, and saw Cruli approaching with a lantern and a cloak in his hand, as if he knew what I was doing.

"I killed the guilds! or by despicable means!" I shouted to him from afar.

He walked over to me and wrapped me in that cloak.

"We're only looking at the results, he's dead, and no one else knows about this place, so so be it. He said.

At this point in the story, the guide, Durag, interrupted me again.

"Is this the first drop of blood on your hand?

I smiled and didn't say a word to him that day. (End of Lost Echoes, Part 1)