The night is like a curtain, and the moon shadow is like mist.

Beicun, on the wasteland that looks like a pool of black water, is as thin as a boat. Looking at the north of Beicun, thousands of mountains and ravines, red flames are monstrous, reflecting half of the sky.

The night was not quiet, the four beasts howled, and the crimson mountains in the distance seemed to be more like terrible creatures struggling and roaring.

In the middle of the village, made of boulders and animal bones, there is a totem pole several feet high. It is full of patterns of birds, beasts, flowers and trees, and xenomorphic beasts, exuding a bloody and strange atmosphere. Around the totem pole, a large number of ghosts and ghosts roared, like a strange aura, enveloping dozens of children among them.

I don't know how long it has been, and in the treacherous, those cold souls have circled in the wind, and they have sunk into the totem pole one after another.

The children next to the stone foundation of the totem pole have sobered up and revealed their original faces. Some people rejoice, some people are lonely.

"Failed again......" Mo Liang silently lowered his head and muttered a little dejectedly. Next year, he will be fourteen years old. In the village, there has never been a precedent for awakening the soul at the age of fourteen......

This year is the fourth year that Mo Liang has tried to awaken the Assassin Soul, from a child, to half a teenager.

In a group of children, he was noticeably taller. What makes him look even more different is the arrogance and perseverance between his eyebrows.

Mo Liangjin dressed up, his shoulder-length black hair was smart and flowing, and a red hairband on his forehead made it a little more rigorous. Qingjun's cold face and strong physique made him incompatible with a group of childish children.

"You see, Mo Liang has failed again!"

"He's still the son of the Mahatma! It's been the fourth year. ”

"What son of the Mahatma, didn't he say it himself?, and who of you had ever seen his father?"

......

There was a whispering sound in his ears, which made Mo Liang clench his fist tightly, and the stinging pain in his palm could make him hold back the despair at this time.

Remembering the excitement of four years ago, to the failures and disappointments of a year, his heart couldn't help but twitch.

"Father, I may really be disgraced to you!"

The energetic young man, at this time, his back looked a little gloomy.

......

"Brother Liang, I've succeeded!I've awakened the Soul Assassin!!"

Behind him, there was an irrepressible cry of surprise. Mo Liang's body shook, took a deep breath, and put away his frustrated emotions. Turning around, I saw a small chubby man running over with a shout.

"Golden Tiger, you did it!"

"Yes, yes, Brother Liang, I just felt a jump in my body, and I ran out of this thing! Look!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to reveal the back of his hand, on which a dark blue butterfly tattoo appeared. The little man's eyes widened, his body pouted, as if by force, and the butterfly's tattoo turned into a fluttering butterfly, which fluttered on the palm of his hand.

After a few laps, it was reattached to the back of the hand and turned into a pair of tattoos.

"Brother Liang, have you seen it? It's amazing! Haha, in the future, this North Village will definitely have the name of my 'Flower Butterfly' Xu Jinhu!"

The little man smiled without conscience. Mo Liang also smiled, looking at the tattoo on the back of his hand, he was a little envious, and it was even more difficult to hide the loneliness in his eyes.

Laughing alone for a while, Xu Jinhu, who was half a beat slow to react, also felt Mo Liang's mood. "Brother Liang, you... Failed again?"

Mo Liang nodded helplessly, letting out a self-deprecating sneer.

Xu Jinhu muttered and scratched his head, a little at a loss. "Oh, Brother Liang! You are the son of the Mahatma, that is a very big character, how can you not awaken the Assassin Soul? You can endure it for a few years! You must be able to, hehe~hehe~"

Looking at Jin Hu's clumsy persuasion, Mo Liang smiled and nodded.

But the disappointment in his heart was even worse, even the simple little man Jin Hu awakened the Assassin in the third year, and his fourth year failed. "Perhaps, I'm really ......"

Pursing his lips, he still couldn't say anything to give up on himself. He is the son of the Mahatma, and the son of the Mahatma cannot be a waste, this is his last pride!

......

"Brother Dong!"

"Brother Dong. ""Dongge~"......

The immature dolls, one after another, shouted quite vigorously. A group of people all looked in the direction that Mo Liang was facing back, with a faint fear and welcome in their eyes.

Listening, Mo Liang's originally warm face suddenly turned cold, and even the hidden disappointment disappeared.

Xu Jinhu even opened his mouth and said angrily: "This guy, why does he come every year!"

"Hey~ Mahatma Son, how is this year?" a gloating mocking voice floated out of the mouth of the person who was known as "Brother Dong" by everyone. He didn't even glance at the people around him, and went straight to Mo Liang. He looks like a tiger with a bear's waist, full of recklessness, which makes people feel stressed.

"Ma Xiangdong, I'm here this year, I can't help you go wild!"

Xu Jinhu scolded angrily, took a big step, and blocked in front of Mo Liang. With a pop, the newly awakened butterfly stabbing soul was revealed, and its face was fierce.

Ma Xiangdong glanced at Xu Jinhu's Assassin Soul coldly, and said with a smile: "Yo, you guy has awakened the Soul Assassination? It seems that you have only used it for three years! Eh, what about our Mahatma Son Mo Liang? Why? After four years, he couldn't awaken the Soul Assassin and became a soft egg hiding behind someone else's ass?"

"Ma Xiangdong, don't be arrogant! Don't forget, you were also behind Brother Liang's ass back then. Xu Jinhu reprimanded angrily.

"Golden Tiger, get out of the way!" Mo Liang gently pushed Xu Jinhu in front of him, took two steps forward, and stared at Ma Xiangdong's eyes, "Ma Xiangdong, I remember that you didn't take advantage of anything in the first two years, right? I really don't understand where you got your confidence, you have to come over every year to sell your face!"

"That's it, shameless! The strength of the ink product can't beat Brother Liang, what's the use of awakening the assassin soul?"

Ma Xiangdong's face suddenly froze, and he looked at Mo Liang and Xu Jinhu even more gloomily.

Mo Liang is not afraid, others are afraid of him with three tigers, but in his eyes, Ma Xiangdong is just a little follower back then. Even if it was awakened four years ago and the Soul Assassin turned against the sky, it was the same!

For four years, when others were at ease, he held a tree and lifted a stone alone to strengthen his body, and when others fell asleep, he meditated alone and condensed his spirit.

Even, a person stupidly escaped from the village, just to seek a breakthrough between life and death, and almost died in the mouth of a wild beast. It was also at that time that he wore a headband to cover the vicious scar above his eyebrow bone.

He worked hard, not to grovel in front of others!

The gloomy horse smirked and sneered, "I'm about to enter the second grade of ink." When the time comes, see how you fight me! a fool, a ...... of waste."

Into the ink two products!

Mo Liang's spirit was shocked, and a solemnity appeared in his eyes. Four years of hard work has only given him the strength to enter the ink, and it is not as good as others to wake up overnight. If Ma Xiangdong really enters the second grade of ink, then I am afraid that he will have to suffer a lot in the future.

Xu Jinhu on the side also sank. The awakening of the Thorn Soul made him more aware of the difference between having a Thorn Soul and not having it.

"What's the matter, I'm afraid, right! A guy who can't even awaken the soul assassination dares to ride on Dong Ge's head? And he is ashamed to say that he is the son of the Mahatma! I don't think it's a string seed, right?

The unbridled screaming and insulting suddenly made Mo Liang notice that there were two more people behind Xu Jinhu. At the moment, they were laughing exaggeratedly, as if they were complacent about their own vulgarity.

"Wang Yongcai, Wang Yongwen!"

Mo Liang's eyes suddenly narrowed, overflowing with cold light. His father was like a dragon's scales to him, untouchable.

"Skewers?haha~ interesting. He must have skewered, otherwise, how could there be no stabbing soul?" Ma Xiangdong heard this, and immediately came to his senses. Pointing to the children around him, he shouted: "You guys, think he is a string of seeds, come over to me!"

As he spoke, he raised his fist, full of threat. Then, he looked at Mo Liang even more arrogantly, with a playful and funny expression.

That's what happened when you got into trouble. A group of people who were originally in the mood of watching the excitement immediately fell into a difficult situation. On the one hand, he is the former child king of Beicun, who is rumored to be the son of Mahatma, and on the other hand, he is now the little overlord of Beicun, a family of three tigers, and I heard that the eldest brother is still in the holy city. These two people, for them, no one wants to mess with!

"Damn, you stinky monkeys, what are you still hesitating about? That waste, you haven't awakened the Assassin Soul for four years. Dong Ge was promoted to the second rank of the ink, and he couldn't even find the north!

"Mahatma eats shit, ahahaha!Wang Yongcai, you're so fucking talented!" Ma Xiangdong suddenly laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"Cough~cough~" coughed, he pointed at the people around him fiercely, "I'll count three times, if you still don't move, then don't blame me for being ruthless in the future......!"

This threat makes people talk about it and look left and right. Mo Liang, who hadn't awakened the Assassin Soul for four years, still couldn't make them believe it after all. At this moment, no matter what kind of son of the Mahatma he is, big fists are the last word. No one thinks that a guy without a soul assassin will be more powerful than Wen Xiu who awakens the soul assassination.

As people flocked to Ma Xiangdong's back, Mo Liang only felt that the world was lonely and only cold. It was as if the whole world was mocking him for his incompetence and for his inability to defend the honor of his father, the Mahatma.

The ears echoed with the smug laughter of the horse to the east. "Mahatma eats!"

"Mahatma eats!" the group shouted sparsely.

This voice, like a hard knife, pierced Mo Liang's heart little by little.

At the moment of "Mahatma Son?......", Ma Xiangdong was full of comfort, and he only felt that his diaphragm for many years was finally smooth. Those years of flattery, groveling...... Today, he finally stepped on Mo Liang's head!

At this time, the adults who avoided disturbing the totem demon spirit finally appeared.

"You hairy children, what are you talking about! The awakening ceremony has ended, so don't hurry back. What are you doing here?" came the angry rebuke, this is Yan Jin, the captain of the guard in the North Village, one of the most powerful speakers.

Ma Xiangdong glanced at Yan Jin, who was cold-faced in the distance, and said viciously: "I will spare you first this time." When I enter the second grade of ink, you must look good!" Before leaving, I didn't forget to wave my fist proudly.

The figure is moving, and there is no trace in an instant.

"Brother Liang......" Xu Jinhu looked at Mo Liang with some concern.

Mo Liang waved his hand, revealing a far-fetched smile: "I'm fine, you go back first." I want to ...... quietly."

Xu Jinhu nodded helplessly. This is Mo Liang, he has to bear everything by himself, and he is so strong that people are afraid. sighed silently in his heart, leaving Mo Liang alone.

Yan Jin's angry rebuke also made Mo Liang a little sober.

Isn't he angry?... But what about anger? It's just a bunch of children, and even if they get carried away, they just make them suffer from flesh and skin. Taking a deep breath, the cool air of the midnight calmed him down even more.

Only by awakening the Assassin Soul can he prove himself and give a resounding slap in the face to all those who are not optimistic about him today!

After a long time, a slight sigh came from under the giant totem pole.

"Father, if only I could awaken the Assassin Soul!"