Bunzo woke up from his dream and slapped his face hard.

The sea of lava and fire, the boundless purgatory, and the strange and eerie skeletons in front of him have all disappeared.

Just now, he dreamed that he had come to a place where "infiltrated people", and he once thought that he had come to the underworld.

"Yellow Springs?"

"No, not really!"

Wen San didn't dare to be sure, but he couldn't believe it, just because the dream was very real, as if it had actually happened, and the most important thing was... That weirdo.

It was a strange man covered in black gas, sitting on a ghostly chair, and his face could not be seen clearly.

There are black cyclones floating around him, and he looks like the "Hades" of the Netherworld. ”

The strange man also said that he was destined to be a person, and taught him a method that could be cultivated to become an immortal.

"Is it true?"

Wen San was in a trance, if it wasn't a nightmare, how could the words lingering in his mind be explained.

"Looks like I'm really crazy."

Wen San laughed at himself and said in his heart:

"It's not enough to kill people, the king of Hades wants me to go on the third watch, how can I live to the fifth watch."

scolded his mother for a few sentences, looked at the sky, Wen San secretly said that it was not good, and he was ready to go out with his clothes on.

It seems that this sleep has not eased up, and when walking, his steps are a little staggering.

He staggered to his own fenced courtyard, took an oil lamp, and blew it lightly with a fire breaker.

He took out a pair of gongs from the edge of the window of the hut and cleaned them up twice.

At this moment, Wen San's image changed greatly, and it was only at this moment that he found his true self.

He is a "watchman" who only haunts at night

As usual, the mouth reads:

"It's dry, be careful with the candle."

A deep voice walked through every street and alley, looking at the oil lamps that were extinguished from house to house, Wen San shook it.

Before he knew it, he walked where he had been, took out a dagger from his waist, and rubbed it vigorously.

The same action, like a machine, repeated, repeated, repeated.

He started a new day,

"Kill!"

.....

"This is the Night Garden Pavilion!"

Wen San walked all the way to the most prosperous street in Cloud City.

He looked at the place in front of him and muttered to himself.

"After this vote, labor and management can also wash their hands!"

"Don't blame me, it's your fate."

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Wen San lifted the dagger and threw off a flower.

It looked a little hanging, and a harrier turned over and sneaked into the courtyard.

Entering the courtyard, Wen San regained his composure, first observing the surrounding environment, and then looking at the surrounding layout, planning in an orderly manner.

Then he tiptoed to his feet, bent his waist, and carefully avoided the guards who patrolled at night.

About half a stick of incense.

He figured out the approximate location of the place, so he decided on the starting point and the hidden point, and began to prepare to start "dancing" on the tightrope.

"Exciting!"

Wen San put the dagger to his mouth and licked it.

Cold, wet.

"Plan."

This is not that he is greedy for life and afraid of death, but that he has developed a habit that he has thought for many years.

From the beginning, detour, and then assassination, all in one go.

As for escaping, Wen San didn't think about it, if he joined their business, he would have already tied his head to the coffin, and escaping did not exist.

Is Wen San afraid of retribution?

He's really not afraid.

"He thinks it's all a lie, and the ghost is a fart!"

Wen San has always thought so.

After observing for a moment, he saw the first target.

"It starts with you."

A young man in Tsing Yi appeared in Wen San's sight, so he took the lead in the operation.

There was wind on his feet, and he came to the little guy in an instant.

At this moment, he exudes a dangerous aura like a "predator" at night. ”

Before the little guy could react, the cold dagger was like a meteor crossing, and with a single blow, it chiseled open the little guy's head, and the red and white dripped.

This dagger is a good weapon made of dark iron, and it is not soaked in blood or dripping water.

Wen San was very satisfied.

Having solved the little guy, Bunzo is ready to look for the next target.

The task given by the owner is to destroy the door, and the reward is very sufficient.

It's the kind that he'll never be able to spend for a lifetime.

So he really let go of his hands this time, even if there are "masters" in this night pavilion.

Even if you die here.

That's done too!

No way, it's too much to give.

"Poof!"

"Poof, poof!"

Wen San's killing continued, and the people he killed did not have the imaginary screams, no sense of fear, as if they were not killing people, but dead pigs.

Wen San felt weird, but he couldn't think of what was weird.

It may be that he has absolute confidence in his killing art, and he has never felt anything wrong before.

It wasn't until he stabbed to death all the living people in this courtyard that Bunzo finally sensed that something was wrong.

"Quiet!"

It's unusually quiet.

The assassin who often licks blood at the knife edge is very sensitive to the fear of the dead, even if the person is killed in his sleep, Wen San can feel the obsession and fear of the deceased before his death.

But here, he didn't feel even the slightest.

"Hey, have you killed enough?"

Wen San's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a sudden appearance, and he looked up to take a look.

Looking at this, I can't help but panic.

The person in front of him was a young man in Tsing Yi whose head was chiseled by himself, and he obviously covered his eyes on purpose.

"Damn, you're a human or a ghost!"

Wen San couldn't help but scold:

The little guy grinned, his eyes full of mockery, and his mouth opened at an incredible angle, looking terrifying.

Seeing that it didn't speak, Wen San roared angrily:

"Fuck you!"

His hand once again snatched the dagger and killed him, this time directly wiping the throat of the little guy.

However, something unexpected happened to him again, the little guy didn't even shed a drop of blood, and looked at him coldly.

"Whew!" A bang.

A sharp claw suddenly grew out of the little girl's hands and stabbed into Wen Sandi's chest fiercely.

"What the hell!"

"Zombies?"

Wen San was in pain, kicked the little guy in Tsing Yi with one foot, and rolled backwards for a distance.

Clutching his chest, he looked at the "monster" in front of him. ”

At night, the quiet Night Garden Pavilion finally welcomed the "guests" it was going to receive today. ”

Wen San saw those who were killed by him, one by one, jumping in front of him, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Who trespassed on the Night Garden Pavilion!"

Xu Han'er looked at the man in front of her, and with the words, a fire-based spell came out of her hand.

A fireball the size of a basin smashed at Bunsan, but was dodged.

"Tricks?"

Wen San didn't understand that everything that happened today was beyond his previous understanding.

Inexplicable dreams, resurrected servants, and women who can do tricks, I didn't expect that there were so many "sleeping dragons and phoenixes" hidden in the small Yeyuan Pavilion.

"Damn, it's going to be planted!"

It seems that today, the vows are about to be broken!

Seeing that the situation in front of him was not good, Wen San unbuttoned his coat and pulled his collar and turned around in place.

"Woohoo."

One after another, like a rainstorm pear blossom.

Then he didn't look back, and he was ready to blow in the wind.

Before he could run out of the courtyard, he heard a familiar voice in his head.

"Do you think it's too late to run?"