Millennium restart, the thirteenth day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar!

The day of the extinction of the ancient wilderness, the time of the rebirth of billions of living beings.

When the day - Guan Yu Wusheng - Qinglong Yanyue sharpened the knife, the most mysterious legend in the East was opened.

The thirteenth day of the cloudy day - the murderous day, the landslide and tsunami, the wild waves fight for the sky, the ghosts cry and the gods howl, and the killing intent is everywhere.

Liyang Ancient Town - Zhang's Ancient Residence.

On the night of the blood moon, a miserable scream was like a sharp arrow piercing the night sky, and it was like blowing a horn to summon spirits.

Screams and the sound of flesh-cutting intertwined, one after the other, like the eerie nocturne of hell, continuous, struggling, destroying......

The similarity of time and water droplets is that their passage is so natural, and their disappearance is so sudden.

The last drop of water seeped into Zhang Ping's face, and the five-year-old boy woke up.

But he would rather sleep forever in his dreams and sleep in the past than wake up and face the tragedy of his destruction overnight.

The original origin of the Zhang family is no longer traceable, and the surname Zhang has been changed for hundreds of years, and for the continuation of the group, it is indeed an effective move to constantly change the surname, so that they can survive to this day.

Among the many ancient clans, intermarriage and extinction, many races have disappeared in the vast history, only the Zhang family has been inherited, and it still retains the purest ancient bloodline.

The ancient race of the Zhang clan has a very strange bloodline inheritance, each generation is passed down, and it must be male, there have never been two sons, nor have there been a daughter, this strange bloodline inheritance was once considered a mysterious curse.

Everything has advantages and disadvantages, although Zhang's eternal generation is single, but each generation of men has a different ability from ordinary people, such as Zhang Ping's father has two hearts in his body, his physical strength is amazing, Zhang Ping's grandfather can see ten miles as if he is close at hand, and his great-grandfather can lift thousands of catties as if there is nothing......

And Zhang Ping also has a special ability - anti-heaven intelligence.

Zhang Ping, who is only five years old, has thousands of books in his head, and he has full marks in the college entrance examination questions.

There is a weak physique under the brain of the strongest, but fortunately, the family is still rich, the mother is loving and paternal, and under the careful care of the family, it gradually improves, Zhang Ping's childhood is almost every day in the happiness and happiness, but all this aborted that blood moon night.

A group of black-clothed people broke into Zhang's mansion and killed people when they saw them, his father hid Zhang Ping in the kennel in the corner, through the gap in the straw, he watched his relatives fall in a pool of blood one by one, the blood dyed the entire Zhang Mansion red, even the moon in the sky became a blood moon, and there was no joy in his young heart, except for fear and despair.

The bloody slaughter lasted until the early hours of the morning, Zhang Ping, who was hiding in the grass, did not carefully drill out until the murderer left, the endless fear made him forget the numbness of his legs, he fled from the scene of the bloody crime in despair, and after running for several miles, he finally saw the passerby.

When he stepped forward to ask for help full of hope, what he saw was a pair of greedy and vicious eyes, and the misfortune was not alone, he encountered a group of human traffickers.

Since then, Zhang Ping, the only bloodline of the ancient desolate Zhang clan, and the humble child beggar at the bottom of the society, these two have been ruthlessly equated.

Humiliated, beaten, maimed, overnight, a five-year-old child saw the ugliness of the world, and he lived in the darkest corner of the world in the most humble way, as tenacious as a cockroach.

The only reason to keep him alive is revenge!

The weakness of the body makes Zhang Ping and the stray dogs often unable to win the food grab, even if he is bitten and bruised, he will never give up that leftovers, and he slowly grows up in the garbage and beatings.

but the intellect against the sky is used to learn the lowest skills, stealing, trapping, poisoning...... He used the vast collection of books in his mind to extract huge poisons from household garbage, smiled as the traffickers bled at his feet, and faked a natural crime scene with what seemed to be perfect when he was ten years old.

got rid of the control of Zhang Ping but did not get rid of the identity of a child beggar, and the long-term inhuman life made him perverted to like this profession, because he likes to hide in the dark corners, observing the ugliness of human nature with those pure and cruel eyes.

While appreciating the warmth and coldness of the world through his status as a beggar, he studied frantically, and he put almost all the books in the library into his mind, such as a master architect, a psychologist, a chemist, and a physicist...... Among his criteria, a perfect score is the criterion for qualification.

Dignity and warmth seem to have been forgotten for thousands of years, so long that these words have faded out of his cognition, to live for the sake of living, to live for the sake of complexity, to deceive, to rob, to kill......

Money three skins

The top martial artist in the underground boxing world, the world's biggest underworld giant, has swept the whole world.

He has been at the top of the list of killers all year round, and countless killers have taken killing Qian Sanpi as the highest glory in life, and the best record is that he broke his neck with his own hands.

Looking at the face in the newspaper, his hand plucked blood again and again, he didn't know what grievances a civilian had with the underworld giant, he didn't want to know, and he didn't want to know, because there was no need to know, he only knew that Qian Sanpi had to die, which was the only reason he lived in this world.

The extremes of things must be reversed, and the poor change will be passed.

The fact of blood tells the world that revenge does not require a strong body, because the strongest boxer was crushed in the heart by a punch from Qian Sanpi.

Revenge also doesn't need a professional killer, because nine of the top ten killers were killed by him, and the last one went crazy.

What can be avenged is weakness, extreme weakness, so weak that everyone can ignore it, including Qian Sanpi.

Qianxia, as the name suggests, is the world's largest financial center, and the wealth in it is enough to affect the economic balance of the whole world.

The sunlight shone directly on the top floor of the hundred-story Qianxia, and the huge high-altitude glass shone on a tall body, pulling out a long black figure.

Loneliness, loneliness, when a person's wealth is accumulated enough to shake the world, when a person's body is so strong that no one can kill it, it is indeed very lonely, which is also the feeling of standing at the top of Qian Sanpi at this time.

There is only one room on the top floor of Qian Xia, one person - Qian Sanpi, unless he is willing, there will be no living person standing here, even the number one killer of the year can only stop at the next floor.

However, today, he saw a living person at the door, and it was a pale, skinny child, he was only slightly stunned, and suddenly a person flashed in his mind, the sloppy beggar who was tired in the corner of Qianxiamenkou all the year round.

"Hehe, interesting, you're the first person standing here alive, I'd love to know how you got up." Qian Sanpi looked at Zhang Ping, who was severely stunted to the point of deformity, with some playfulness.

Ah, Zhang Ping pointed to the elevator behind him, "I came up along the elevator to ask for food." The expression seemed a little impatient, and it seemed to be mocking Qian Sanpi's IQ.

Also, of course the beggar asks for food, of course the elevator is used to walk, and he doesn't have wings, so he doesn't fly up, even Qian Sanpi feels that he is indeed a bit idiot about this problem.

"Hehe, interesting!"

"So, you're here to kill me?" Qian Sanpi looked at Zhang Qi's appearance and always felt that he wanted to laugh.

"Yes, is that okay?" Zhang Ping replied very seriously.

"Yes, yes, yes." Qian Sanpi said three times in a row, tried to hold back a smile, and asked, "May I ask this killer, then how are you going to kill me?" ”

"I haven't thought about it yet." Zhang Qi thought seriously again and replied for a while.

Poof, Qian Sanpi finally couldn't hold it back, he laughed, laughed while holding his stomach, laughing with snot and tears one after another, this is probably the funniest joke he has ever heard in his life.

Zhang Ping looked at him seriously, very seriously, like a candidate staring at a high-scoring math problem, and then spit out a sentence that made Qian Sanpi not know how to laugh:

"It should work."

The crazy laughter drained Qian Sanpi's patience, and after 0.175 seconds, his bullet accurately hit Zhang Ping's left thigh artery, and Zhang Ping fell to the ground.

Qian Sanpi is confident in his guns, he once defeated the world champion of moving target shooting with his own hands, and he knew the result the moment the bullet was discharged.

Loneliness and loneliness made him cherish the "killer" in front of him very much, and he wanted to know how a beggar came up to a place that even a top killer couldn't reach for so many years, so he moved the bullet from his head to his leg.

There was no resistance, no grid, nothing, so he was directly hit gorgeously and fell gorgeously.

Zhang Ping's reaction made Qian Sanpi stunned again, and he was even a little crazy, this is a killer? Could it be that his opponents sent him to disgust him?

Qian Sanpi didn't believe it, he definitely didn't believe it, if his security system couldn't even prevent a beggar, he would have died a thousand times, ten thousand times, but now, Zhang Ping who appeared in front of him was like someone slapped him hard, so he angrily raised his gun again, and with a gunshot, the second bullet hit the artery of Zhang Ping's other leg again.

This is an ordinary beggar, an ordinary beggar who is extravagant even to eat an extra bowl of leftovers, blood gushing out from Zhang Ping's weak body like a floodgate, the bright red floor and Zhang Ping's miserable face are intertwined with a strange picture.

Qian Sanpi couldn't help but be a little angry, and then looked at Zhang Ping with some discouragement, he didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that one of his top underworld bosses successfully subdued an ordinary beggar, and even used his most proud gun, which was a kind of humiliation for him, naked humiliation.

Blood continued to gush out like a water tray, spreading along the smooth floor, the rich smell of blood made Qian Sanpi feel the excitement of death, he subconsciously took a few sharp breaths, only the smell of blood can make him temporarily forget loneliness and loneliness, this is his physiological habit left by years of killing.

The smell of blood slowly slid down his nasal cavity into his lungs, comfortably making him let out a sickly moan, and a faint sweetness like the sweetness of coffee made Qian Sanpi laugh involuntarily.

Sweetness? Qian Sanpi, who is almost soaked in the smell of blood, is almost instinctive in his sensitivity to blood.

Wrong!

When this thought just flashed through his mind, Zhang Ping in front of him was divided into two, two into four, and four into eight......

Poison!

Almost an instinctive reaction of the limbs, Qian Sanpi pulled the plate machine again at the fastest speed in his life......

Qian Sanpi, a human who stood at the top of the chain of survival, was now cowering in front of Zhang Ping like a broken sack.

The large-caliber bullet passed through Zhang Ping's arm, and the huge impact was like a hand, brutally tearing his arm off, and the remaining half was cut into irregular bone ballast, and the severed limb swept across his face and pierced one of his eyes.

This couldn't even make his other eye blink, he slowly pulled out the severed limb and threw it on the ground, like throwing away a rag, the huge pain made the corners of his mouth twitch constantly, and the massive blood loss made his eyes blurry, but his other eye was the pearl of the night in the night, bright without the slightest variegation.

In the past few years, Zhang Ping has been preparing toxins for himself every day, and every time he wakes up from pain in the middle of the night, even the slightest accident is enough to make him die on the spot, but he still has a strong willpower to support it.

Nourish poison for a thousand days, and use it for a while.

Now the poison in his body has reached the limit that Zhang Ping's weak body can bear, his blood is his weapon, he will faint when he smells it, and he will die if he sucks it.

Ten years of planning, only one day.

Although his weak body caused him a lot of pain, it gave him the most effective means to confuse his opponents.

The brains of the sky have become his only revenge, facing the strong men who stand at the top of the world, any weapon is pale and powerless, and only blood is the most reliable weapon.

Everything has been deduced tens of thousands of times in Zhang Ping's brain in seconds, and all the possibilities have been recounted again and again, from the time when the blood smells, to the time of the onset of toxicity, to the time when he lost a lot of blood to the point of coma, there is no difference.

And the only way to ensure that all these plans can be implemented is Qian Sanpi's self-confidence.

If Qian Sanpi is not a man who stands at the top of the human biological chain, if Qian Sanpi is not the man who is often at the top of the killer bounty list...... The first time that Zhang Ping appeared in front of him was a corpse, so when Qian Sanpi saw Zhang Ping's first glance was not a gun but a confident chuckle, Zhang Ping knew that his plan had succeeded.

Qian Sanpi's body is indeed extremely strong, and the brain can still maintain a trace of consciousness under such a strong anesthesia, Zhang Ping has done many similar experiments, and according to the data, it is inferred that even the strongest adults will never wake up in a few days.

Qian Sanpi's eyes reflected Zhang Ping's cold one-eye, flashing with bloodthirsty light, but with a trace of youthful innocence, Zhang Ping's weirdness made him feel unprecedented fear, he wanted to shrink back in horror, but his body did not react at all, and even the voice begging for mercy was forcibly blocked deep in his chest......

The loud gunfire caught the attention of the guards, and soon the sound of the elevator door being slammed open came, and the elevator was 50 meters here, and the fastest record in the world was 5.56 seconds.

Zhang Ping silently counted the time, everything was in his calculations, his mouth full of blood was smiling like sunshine, this was the brightest laugh in his life, the happiest one, but in Qian Sanpi's opinion, this weird smiling face has become the most terrifying scenery in his life.

The sudden knock on the door gave Qian Sanpi a glimmer of hope, looking at Zhang Ping, who had both legs broken, this distance, when he got close to him, his bodyguards would have already arrived, so Qian Sanpi smiled.

Looking at Qian Sanpi's sneer, Zhang Ping also smiled happily, and then in Qian Sanpi's incredible eyes, his other hand slammed into the ground, and his lacklustre and thin arm made a bone-shattering click, with this thrust, the blood-soaked ground became very slippery, providing a good inertia, allowing Zhang Ping's body to quickly slide towards Qian Sanpi.

In order to enter this layer, Zhang Ping has gone through multiple extremely sophisticated designs, but one of the most unavoidable premises is that he can't carry any weapons, he originally wanted to poison Qian Sanpi with his identity, but now it seems that it doesn't work, Qian Sanpi seems to understand this truth, but when he saw the "weapon" raised by Zhang Ping, his smile froze in the air, and finally turned into a frightened face.

Because Zhang Ping's weapon is his hand, the broken hand, the stump hand with only sharp and sharp bones!

The crippled hand roamed over Qian Sanpi's body, skillfully and accurately found the third and fourth ribs, and slowly inserted it with all his strength, and a soft object was as pitiful as Zhang Qi at the age of 5.

The heart, the dark heart he had been looking forward to for more than ten years.

See you soon! My life.

Zhang Ping's heart has never been calmer, and everything is over.

Then Zhang Ping pressed down hard......

Rumble......

At the moment of piercing the heart, suddenly, the entire building suddenly exploded violently, the exaggerated impact force was like a missile detonating around you, and the elephant was invisible, and it seemed that even the only remaining sound shape had become nothing.

At the moment of the explosion, a bit of extremely black flash suddenly lit up, and instantly turned into a huge black hole.

The black hole shone with pure black to the limit, and a mysterious eternal aura permeated from it, and the entire soul would be swallowed up in an instant with just one look.

This is by no means something that should exist in this world, this is the only thought in Zhang Ping's mind.

Before he could continue to think, the black hole suddenly stretched out a big black hand, and the huge suction force grabbed Zhang Ping's body that was torn apart by the explosion.

As he was dying, he seemed to hear a voice in his ears, a strange sound like a machine rubbing against his teeth: "Congratulations to 108118 ......"