"Hello, welcome to Nanshan District Airport, the ticket price to Junk Mountain is 100,000 towers, do you pay cash or transfer?"

Compared with Nanshan District, where the overall style is biased towards the pigpen walled city, the airport leading to the garbage mountain looks very sci-fi, and the spaceships that seem to only appear in science fiction movies are docked around the airport, waiting for passengers to board.

Feng Xue took out a tale coin with a face value of 100,000 yuan and handed it to the conductor, walked into the inside of the airport with the boarding voucher, and while selecting the spaceship, he observed these flying machines, which were not much bigger than the bus.

After learning the identities of their "fakes", Feng Xue suddenly felt that the ticket for the 100,000 Pagoda did not seem to be a loss.

……

"Welcome to the Explorer, there are five minutes left before the take-off of this aircraft, this aircraft will go to the third airport located in the middle of the garbage mountain, please reconfirm your destination, the spacecraft may cause turbulence when starting, please stay calm, this aircraft belongs to the 'Hundred Things', all irrational behavior will be held accountable......"

Listening to the sound of mechanical texture in the cabin, the spacecraft slowly left the airport, but before Feng Xue could enjoy this novel experience, the voice of the flight attendant came from the cabin again-

"This aircraft is about to enter the third airport in the middle of the garbage mountain, please prepare for the orderly departure of the ......"

"That's it? Not for 10 minutes? Feng Xue swept over the passengers around her with her afterglow, but saw that most of them looked strange, so she quickly restrained her surprise and calmly waited for the hatch to open.

It was only as he walked out of the cabin that a strong sense of disobedience instantly surrounded him.

If the previous airport looked quite like a Star Wars tech fortress, now this airport is like the lair of the green-skinned orcs.

It seems that the metal and pipelines twisted into a ball at will form a platform that can barely be docked, and compared to these, what makes Feng Xue feel most uncomfortable are the men and women in the airport who are either crying or blinding.

They were either wearing collars, being led by ropes like dogs, or wearing shackles, locked in iron cages, and the despair was almost suffocating.

But all this seems to be an ordinary thing in this airport, as if no one realizes that the people they hold in their hands and are locked in cages are all human beings.

"Hu ......" Feng Xue, who felt that the air here was really oppressive, walked out of the airport quickly, when he killed someone for the first time, he didn't vomit like in the legend, because after he appeared in Infinite City, he was already deeply aware that he couldn't survive without killing.

When he was stripped naked by Jetton's men and put in a prison car and sent to the prison, Feng Xue didn't feel this way at all, because at that time he knew that there was an irreconcilable contradiction between people and nothingness in the present world, whether it was killing or being killed, it was a normal thing, although he had the determination to "kill those people without hesitation as long as he had the opportunity", but after escaping, he did not have the idea of going back to take revenge.

But at this moment, looking at those who were treated like animals, he suddenly felt a little sick to his stomach.

Without stopping long in this uncomfortable place, Feng Xue walked along the path that was stepped on on the ground and walked in the direction away from the airport, but before he could go far, he paused, and the middle finger of his right hand was already slightly bent.

"Hey, rookie, it's your first time in Junk Mountain, right? You see you have a lot of good stuff on you, huh? Hurry up and hand it in, grandpa, I will teach you the truth of begging for life in this realm! ”

A shrill voice came from behind him, Feng Xue turned his head and calmly looked at the two men who were following him, these two faces Feng Xue remembered that they were passengers who came from the same spaceship as him, and they were already eyeing him on the ship.

But......

"I don't know what your name is, but thank you very much."

Feng Xue calmly took two steps forward, looking like she was going to step forward to shake hands, but the killing intent that did not match Ping's expression made the two of them take a few steps back.

"Big brother, this kid is not right...... Ho ho ......"

"Poof!"

The two bodies had already fallen to the ground in a word, blood pouring out quickly along the wound torn open on their necks, Feng Xue stood beside them, gently shook off the blood beads on the tip of the suffocating blade, carefully pondering the feeling before.

"So this 'first sword', is this how it feels?" Savoring the feeling of condensing from killing intent to the disappearance of life, Feng Xue had a slight understanding of the first sword of the Thirteen Swords.

That's why he's coming to Junk Mountain.

The Thirteen Swords of Death is a sword technique born from killing, and it can only be comprehended by killing.

At least in the last moment, he comprehended the "killing intent".

It's not something mysterious, it's just "the will to kill others", but if you want to put such a simple thing away, it's not enough to kill.

"Thank you people for being there, so that I don't feel guilty about 'killing not to survive.'"

Feng Xue muttered softly, but he didn't slow down the phantom objects on the two of them in his hand, and he didn't bother to look at the attributes of those phantom objects, so he casually took out a wrapping cloth and packed it.

Easily smelting the two corpses together, Feng Xue glanced at the direction of the airport, looked at the stalkers who suddenly shrank back, and shook her head slightly.

The inky black cloak suddenly unfurled from behind him like a demon's bat's wings, enveloping Feng Xue's body, and when the darkness dissipated, his figure disappeared in place.

Before the Thirteen Swords of Death make a move, you must first raise a breath of anger, and now that you have anger, you have to find the person who is worth killing.

Bad omens are fine.

……

"What's the matter with this kid?" Seeing Feng Xue disappear like a ghost, several people following behind looked at each other, and a young man with a clock logo on his chest said:

"I don't know, it's just that it says let me protect it, don't let him die...... But now it seems that I am not necessarily as neat as him. ”

"Oh? Are you a newcomer who is optimistic about the moment of the devil? When several other people heard this, they also extinguished their previous idea of picking up cheap, but they gave birth to some other careful thoughts.

"Who knows?" The member of the Demon Moment shook his head, didn't say anything more, turned around and walked towards another road, he had only seen each other in the organization's "List of Key Personnel", and he was not a bodyguard for him, he only followed him after seeing him being tracked before, but now that the person is fine, there is naturally no need for him to continue to follow.

But......

"Didn't you say it's a logistics role? Looks like the intelligence services are lazy again......"

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