Syllable!!

A sack was dropped on the table with a dull thud.

The man behind the table could clearly discern the sound, which was the sound of gold.

He sniffed, an expression of intoxication, it was the smell of gold.

A sack full of gold.

The person behind the table put away his lazy expression, his expression was correct, he straightened the collar with a blood-colored texture, and smiled: "What's the matter?"

The person who came said coldly: "Kill a person, take a book." ”

"What people? What books?"

"The person is on the first floor of the Xin'an Inn, and the book is the book spread out in front of him. ”

"What is the strength of a person?"

He defeated the leader of the Quartet Guild with one punch, stunned the elder of the Pinshui Gate with one palm, and subdued the strongest swordsman of the Wanli Sect with one sword. ”

"What kind of book is a book?"

"A good exercise, but he is actually passing on this exercise to everyone, he is crazy, if this is the case, there will be no need for all sects to exist in the future. ”

"This job is taken. ”

"The book must be given to me. ”

"No problem. ”

"I..."

The man with the blood-colored texture collar smiled, "We are the Blood Rain Building, all heads have a price, you give the money, we give you the head, Tong Su is not bullied, and the two do not owe each other." ”

The visitor seemed to recall this terrible force.

Blood Rain Building, also known as Blood Rain Thousand and Eight Floors, is a notorious killer organization, regardless of good or evil, only ask about money, abide by the creed of "all heads have a price", if the money is right, your father and mother can torture and kill you.

In addition, this organization has "peripherals", these "peripherals" are rooted in the dark underground, and no one knows their identities at all.

They may even be an elder of a famous family, a famous hero, or someone next to you.

There is always a time when people are short of money or resources, and at this time, you can go to the Blood Rain Building to take over the task.

homicide

Get paid.

And the Blood Rain Building will never reveal your identity, Tong Suo is not deceived, and the two do not owe each other.

It is said that such a terrible killer force was integrated by a larger force ten years ago, and is now a behemoth hidden in the darkness underground.

The visitor breathed a sigh of relief, he was relieved.

So, he asked, "How long?"

The Blood Rain Building welcomed the disciple and said, "How long will you take?"

"Is three days enough?"

The disciple of the Blood Rain Building thought for a while and said, "Three days need to add money, normally seven days." ”

"Seven days is seven days. ”

The visitor no longer hesitated, turned to leave, and after walking out, his expression turned cold.

It's really stupid and ridiculous that such a profound exercise was taken out by a hairy boy and given to others.

Don't he know the truth that "the husband is not guilty, but he is guilty"?

Don't he know the truth of "making a fortune in silence, but not exposing it"?

The weak are the weak, and if you give the weak weapons, how will you get rich from them in the future?

As long as your own forces have that kind of advanced exercises, from now on it will be the era when you will run rampant in the rivers and lakes.

The visitor smiled.

...

The disciple of the Blood Rain Building also smiled, "It's the thirty-sixth, exactly the same thing, exactly the same book, interesting... It's a big deal. ”

Grabbing the gold sack, he turned and pushed the door open, and entered the back room.

There are people in the back room who are efficiently recording income.

Others quietly went to the building near the Blood Rain Building.

Only business is taken here, and the killer is upstairs.

Where is the building?

Nobody knows.

...

Night.

In the blood-colored candlelight.

A long table looks deep and bloody in the darkness of some wild place.

There was a voice with reason that broke the peace.

"This must be a big force, otherwise it wouldn't have sent so many people, and every one of them is a master. That exercise is also a profound exercise. ”

"However, how can there be such a fool in the world, who has obtained the exercises himself, and still has to make them public?"

"Although it is not a small force, are we a small force? This is a big business, a million profits, you can just say, eat it or not?" said a burly black shadow urn.

Another yin and yang strange voice sounded immediately: "What you said, it's all in your mouth, will you let me not swallow it?"

The rational voice asked, "How do you eat that?"

"Kill, more than forty Grade A killers, isn't it enough to kill them?"

"I'd like to ask for that one. ”

"You're crazy, what are you going to do with business?"

"I still want to ask... After all, I've seen some exercises, and it's not just profound that can be described. The rational voice showed a look of memory, as if savoring the passages and sentences in the exercises, and savoring the power contained in them, he said slowly, "Unprecedented." ”

The crowd fell silent.

Even the most yin and yang people will not deny this.

In the past, they thought that the exercises they practiced were like the Yangtze River and the sea, but just by observing this method, they would suddenly have a ridiculous sense of "sitting in a well and watching the sky".

The exercises that I practice by myself are at most small rivers in the towns and villages, and streams in the mountains, and the hundred streams converge into one river, and the hundred rivers merge into the sea and become part of the sea.

That book "The Strength of the World" is the sea.

"Then go ahead and ask. ”

The others suddenly had no opinion.

...

Next.

Located in a gloomy hall in some dark realm.

The Throne of Bones stands in the center.

The mysterious woman seated on the throne wore a dark gold mask and listened to the report.

She held her cheeks.

Two sentences.

She spat out a single word: "Yes." ”

...

While these dark forces are acting,

The major sects on the rivers and lakes also reacted.

They held the exercises in front of them in disbelief.

It's unbelievable that such exercises can really be obtained for free...

Every sect, every force, almost fell into silence.

If people in the world have such exercises, then who cares about the sect?

Everyone can become a master, and everyone has a chance to cut out a piece of the sky...

How can this be?

Different places, different voices, but almost the same words.

"Ridiculous, ridiculous, isn't this going to cause chaos in the world?!"

"These people really have evil intentions, their hearts can be punished, their hearts can be punished. ”

...

"If such esoteric exercises are learned by people with bad intentions, wouldn't it be a disaster for the world?"

"This Dharma should be in the hands of our righteous and famous sects, and it should be kept by us, so as to prevent the younger people from doing that evil thing. ”

...

"If the predecessors who compiled this method knew about the misdeeds of their descendants and showed them to others so easily, I am afraid that they would vomit blood in anger. ”

"Senior Brother is right, the Tao is not lightly transmitted, such a person is not qualified to have this peerless exercise, he is not worthy. ”

...

"There are such stupid people in the world, if I were him, I would practice hard and not pass on the ears of the second person, so that I can get the sunny road and have a bright future. ”

"His path is narrow. ”

"None of us who have some thinking will do what he does, which is ridiculous and pathetic. I don't think I know the preciousness of this exercise, right? Why is such a miraculous skill taken away by some stupid people? It's sad and infuriating. ”

...

There may be other voices, but these mainstream voices are mixed together, and they will not set off immediately, because they need to hold a meeting in advance and let the martial arts alliance leader decide what to do at the meeting.

Maybe the leader of the martial arts alliance will ask for the destruction of all the exercises, and then leave the lone book in his hands, but other big forces will definitely fight for it, and then it is likely to get a result that "every big force can refer to".

That's the right trajectory

...

...

While the righteous paths were still discussing, the killer had already been dispatched.

twilight

Will night,

Late at night.

Lonely Hung came from the north.

Xiao Xiao's cold wind, like a knife cutting the skin, was a group of travelers who were still walking on the street at this time and did not want to return.

The wind blows the snow and feels like a failure.

He won't make friends.

He can even be a little afraid of others.

There will be some blushing in the face of girls.

If he hadn't met a teacher, he would probably have lived his life with his head down and bent over.

He took a deep breath of the night breeze and habitually bent his back, staring with drooping eyes at the yellow leaves on the ground that were illuminated red by lanterns.

yellow leaf flying roll,

land grabbing,

Vacated

It is the last brilliance after the withering of life.

Wind and snow suddenly stopped, he carried the scroll in his arms, and gently stroked the knife with his right hand.

Knife...

is his confidant.

It's his lover.

It's his faith.

It's his dignity.

No one can desecrate his knife.

And every deviation of the knife will make him miserable, and it will make him suffer with self-reproach and guilt, just as the most fanatical believer blasphemed his gods.

Then he would use a frenzied, almost tortured way to make himself remember that mistake in his heart's content, and never make it again.

However, he was only the first of the ninety-nine.

The world is so big, he doesn't know how many he can become.

If you die,

Will it be like a dead leaf in front of you, so fall into the dust that no one cares about?

If yes, then how do you live this life?

He was thinking about his life.

Suddenly I felt a murderous aura.

The murderous aura came from behind.

So, he pulled out his knife casually.

Knife speed, knife energy, knife momentum, knife light, knife phase, brilliant like a god wielding a knife, flawless, like a dream, dreamy and charming.

He didn't even look behind him, he didn't care who it was, he just shook the drops of blood that appeared on the blade out of nowhere, shook the drops of blood, kept the blade clean and dry, and then gently and slowly sheathed it.

Wind and snow's thoughts were not interrupted, he squatted down and picked up the fallen leaf, he felt that he was such a fallen leaf.

But he didn't want that.

In the bottom of his heart, a quiet karmic fire burned.

Now, his surname is Feng, which the teacher himself admitted.

The teacher is so great.

So, as a disciple, as a teacher with the same surname, he should also be a little stronger, right?

suddenly

Another gust of wind came from above him.

The other two strands of wind were stuck in the cold shadows, cooperating and staggering, like poisonous snakes hunting, fluttering out.

Three winds, three phantoms, attack!

The wind blows the snow and draws the knife seriously.

The knife flashed.

All the movement in heaven and earth has come to a standstill.

He carefully wiped the blood with fallen leaves.

Then retract the knife.

Ground...

There were four corpses in total.

He didn't want to look at it, but he glanced at the corpses curiously.

There was a sudden churn in his belly, and he couldn't help but run forward, and then crouched in the corner of the alley retching.

Retching tears fell.

Is life so easy to pass away?