The rain was getting heavier, and the continuous waterline pierced the two of them in place, and there was a faint white vapor steaming on their bodies.

Chu Yu's ghost soldiers and pawns had already dispersed, turning into ethereal green smoke and dissipating around.

There was a brief silence on the battlefield. The butterfly-faced woman's helmet also fell to the ground unconsciously, her long hair scattered, and the hair of both of them was wet with rain, outlining the curve of her neck.

Chu Yu gasped for a few seconds, wanting to break her hand away, but she still clenched the dagger tightly, not knowing if it was because the immobilization technique was too effective, or if she still had an unwilling obsession in her heart.

This dagger was still causing damage to the spiritual power in Chu Yu's body, she gritted her teeth, and could only choose a more painful way, holding the woman's wrist while her body suddenly retreated, and pulled out the dagger with a splash of blood.

The sharp stabbing pain in her abdomen made Chu Yu's eyes flutter, but she insisted on swallowing a few healing pills, and flicked her hand on her stomach to temporarily stop the bleeding.

Now is not the time to rest.

The divine sense spread out in the abandoned playground, and Chu Yu saw that several vehicles had been parked in front of the gate, and groups of uniformed people were stopped outside with weapons in their hands.

The first young man was not tall, but he was very athletic, holding a short black knife, and led his companions to take the lead, entangled a masked bloodie.

It's Yao Han!

Seeing that it was his own family, Chu Yu breathed a sigh of relief. But there were only four people over there, and the other four were gone.

Chu Yu withstood the rain, summoned the Zihuang Sword, stepped on it and flew into the air, and saw from a distance that a car had already driven away from the other side of the playground wall, and he would not be able to catch up for a while.

I don't know when they left this behind. It seems that these blood guests are not united within themselves, and they don't even want the lives of their companions to run away.

Go help first!

She swooped and flew towards Yao Han.

Yao Han was fighting with a man wearing a bluebird mask at this time, and the two sides were fighting with fists and knives, and the fight was inseparable.

When he saw Chu Yu coming behind the other party, his expression remained unchanged, but he deliberately sold a flaw to the other party and took half a step back. The bird-faced man was about to draw his knife to attack, but his back was completely exposed in front of Chu Yu's eyes.

Chu Yu flew up and kicked him directly and vigorously on the back of his neck, this person's body shook, and he hadn't fallen yet.

More than a dozen little girls took advantage of this great opportunity to rush up and press the bird-faced man to the ground, serving with hemp ropes. The other three didn't last long under the punches and kicks of Yao Han and Chu Yu, and they were all firmly tied up with hemp rope.

"Who are these people? ......" Yao Han asked aloud.

"A group of killers, I don't know when they were eyeing me." She walked up to the man in the bluebird mask, who had been tied up with hemp rope and sat silent.

"Play dead? A bunch of sneaky guys—" Chu Yu reached out and lifted his mask, revealing a plain face.

She just wanted to ask, but she realized that something was wrong, the man's face was dark, his eyelids were half-closed, and he was already out of breath!

Chu Yu's face changed, and he hurriedly turned to the other three, and the fixation technique was said first, and the rest of the people who were tied up were also fixed in place.

One by one, she unmasked them: a plum blossom, a cigarette, a crow.

But Chu Yu was still a step too late, and all of these bloody guests lost their breath.

Yao Han took out gloves from his pocket and put them on, broke the mouth of one of them, and looked at it for a while:

"There are traces on the back teeth, they have taken poison."

Such a decisive suicide, would rather commit suicide than reveal the secrets of his organization?

Bloodstreamer Alliance, I'm really getting more and more curious about you.

"You guys clean up the neighborhood, and then go to the house over there to take shelter from the rain."

Yao Han nodded, and led everyone to start the aftermath work. Chu Yu remembered the woman who was still in place, and returned to the battlefield just now.

The rain is getting deeper, from dripping to majestic. What was a light and knotty bell just now has turned into a continuous muffled drum.

The woman remained in her original position. Chu Yu took off her mask, revealing a young-looking face.

Really young, looks less than twenty years old.

"I know you have poison in your mouth." Chu Yu's words were very soft, and they spread not far in the rain, and only the two of them could hear "As long as you cooperate with me, then I can spare your life." So don't do anything stupid, blink when you understand. ”

The woman didn't move, still glaring at Chu Yu viciously, with eyes like beasts.

Chu Yu frowned: "Your eyes can move." ”

Hearing this, the woman's eyes widened and she put on a posture of looking at death as if she were at home.

It seems that she is not going to cooperate anymore.

"Why bother." Chu Yu sighed lightly and put his right hand on her head.

She doesn't feel any pity for the other person because she is a woman.

Since the Bloodstream Alliance has its sights on them, they are the enemy. Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

"Soul search!"

The palm of his mind flashed brightly, and the memory was involved in Chu Yu's mind like a tsunami.

A girl abandoned by her parents in a dilapidated countryside grew up eating a hundred family meals.

When he was seven years old, he was abducted by human traffickers from other places, and then bought by an old man and taken to a mysterious base somewhere.

The base is surrounded by high walls, and the occasional tidal sound can be heard outside, and this is an unknown island.

There are countless children in the base who have been brought in like her. Their daily task is to keep training.

Fitness, Reflexes, Martial Arts...... The purpose of the training is to train them to become a qualified "knife".

The training was boring, but the commanders wouldn't allow them to rest, and they would be beaten if they were lazy. Every day is sleeping, eating, and training, every day, every day.

Although it was very hard, at least she would not starve to death, and there were companions around to support each other, which was the happiest time of her life, until they ushered in the final assessment.

The so-called assessment is to let them kill each other.

When she stabbed the blade of her sword into the chest of her former friend in order to survive, the last trace of kindness in her heart was finally wiped out, and her life was accompanied by indifference from then on.

She became the first place in that class and became the personal guard of the old man. Then he cut off the old man's head late one night.

She was hunted down, fled through various cities in the Third Continent, slept in construction sites, and picked up leftover lunches.

In desperation, she stumbled upon a contact person from the Blood Guest Alliance. The other party took a fancy to her skills and threw an olive branch.

It's a tightly structured underground organization that relies on the recommendation of internal members. The members of the group don't see each other on weekdays, but just connect with each other through a quirky website.

So she put on a mask and became a "blood butterfly" from then on.

Blood Butterfly takes on her first mission, but it's not the first time she's killed. Then she finally got rich, and used this bloody money to change her appearance and want to change her life.

But she found that she couldn't do anything but kill people, and after more than ten years of isolation on an island, she was like a stranger in the society of heaven and man, out of place.

In order to survive, she can only keep taking on tasks until today......

Chu Yu finished reading her story in the pouring rain, and then unlocked the blood butterfly's immobilization technique.

Blood Butterfly's body shook, but it didn't fall. An ordinary person who can survive the soul searching technique by will, she is still the first one Chu Yu has ever seen.

She raised her trembling hand, waved the dagger in her hand that had been washed by the rain, and slashed towards Chu Yu again.

Chu Yu simply turned to one side, and calmly dodged the other party's attack, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

"What kind of eyes are you?" Blood Butterfly finally spoke the first sentence, "Memory Detective, right?" I don't need your pity! ”

She actually doesn't have much strength anymore, and Soul Searching will overdraw her physical strength, and now it's just the end of the crossbow.

Chu Yu slashed at her wrist with a wave of his palm, and the dagger flew out diagonally, hooking a shining arc in the rain.

"Xiao Ran didn't mean to kill you." Chu Yu suddenly came up with such a sentence: "She is forcing you to make a move." ”

Qi Ran, this is the name of Blood Butterfly's friend.

In her memory, she always felt that she killed Xiao Ran, and she always felt guilty about her in her heart.

But Chu Yu, as a bystander, a monk who was higher than the other party in terms of experience and experience, quickly sensed that something was wrong.

"What?" Blood Butterfly's voice cracked, her voice trembling.

"She had two chances to poke you in the eye, but she didn't, like ......"

"Enough! What's the use of talking about it now! Blood Butterfly became a little hysterical, and frantically pulled out another dagger from his back, slashing at Chu Yu, "Psionic one, what do you know about me!" ”

Chu Yu didn't say anything, just watched her slash out of order, and then with another precise punch, knocking the dagger down again.

"Take refuge in me, and you will still live. You didn't have to live like this. ”

"Huh!"

After that, there was no communication between the two.

The Blood Butterfly smiled contemptuously and gritted its teeth hard, and the poison began to spread in its mouth.

Chu Yu didn't stop her, just bent down, picked up the blood butterfly mask that fell to the ground in the other party's unexpected eyes, and buckled it on his face.

"......" She seemed to open her mouth to say something, but she couldn't say it, and fell limply into the stagnant water on the ground.

From beginning to end, Chu Yu didn't know her name, not even in her memory.

She never seemed to have a name, only the code name "Blood Butterfly", she was Blood Butterfly, and Blood Butterfly was also her.

Chu Yu put away the equipment on her body and sent her on her last journey with flames.

She turned away, the unquenchable fire burning in the wind and rain, like a stage curtain hanging behind her, and the blood-red butterflies on the mask struggled among the sparks and raindrops, as if to flutter their wings.

I originally wanted to write a lighter story......

But it becomes like this when it is written and written (