The weather was sunny and cloudless.

Winter city set.

Long Wusheng sat quietly next to the wooden sign and closed his eyes and concentrated, patiently waiting for the guest to come to the door. The real business is not open for a year, open for a year. Although the offer on the wooden sign is ridiculously low. But as long as the reputation is spread, the price will naturally rise. Long Wusheng knew this, and as an assassin, Long Wusheng never lacked patience.

At this time, the words of the passerby in front of him attracted Long Wusheng's attention.

"It's really a bunch of brutes, and a little girl of seven or eight years old can also kill them." Passers-by said angrily.

"Alas, a weak country has no dignity, and the weak will be beaten. If you are weak, you won't be beaten, and that's just because people don't want to beat you today. The companion sighed.

Hearing this, Long Wusheng's heart was suddenly full of uneasiness, and the timid appearance of the little girl couldn't help but flash in his mind. Long Wusheng put away the wooden sign and walked in the direction of the embassy that passers-by said.

What was striking was the pale bloodless corpse of a girl who had no breath, hanging quietly at the door of the embassy of the Korda country.

At this time, a large number of people gathered at the entrance of the embassy of the Korda country, and the people were indignant, all shouting for blood debts and blood payment. The patrols pulled up a long line to prevent the crowd from acting aggressively.

And the many personnel of the embassy of the country of Quelda looked at everything indifferently, a look of being on the top, and a look of seeing life as a mustard.

"Once upon a time, my great wilderness had fallen to the point where I couldn't even protect a young child." Someone complained of grief and indignation.

Although I have guessed the ending a long time ago, it is obviously an expected result. But when Long Wusheng saw the cold, lifeless corpse, an indescribable heaviness surged in Long Wusheng's chest.

It was a heaviness that had never been felt before, it was an indescribable feeling, no anger, no sadness, only endless depression.

Depressed as the silence before a volcanic eruption, depressed as the calm before the storm.

For the first time, for the first time, Long Wusheng felt the wail of the ink sword.

"Little Man, our deal is not complete yet." Long Wusheng whispered into the air.

Long Wusheng glanced at the embassy of the Kelda Kingdom, and then turned around and left directly.

In the next few days, Long Wusheng could always be seen in inconspicuous places around the embassy of the Korda Kingdom, but the embassy staff were used to being arrogant, and they never noticed the appearance of Long Wusheng, or they were not able to discover the existence of Long Wusheng.

That night, a terrible storm struck Winterfell. The entire Winter City was shrouded in pitch black darkness, while the sound of a massive torrential rain cut off all sounds.

At this time, there was a hint of coldness in the wind and rain, and there was a solemn atmosphere in the humid air, which made people faintly uneasy.

In the darkness, a cold figure crept into the embassy of the Korda country, like a ghost in the dark, silent, and like a tiger in the jungle, silent. The icy man, on this stormy night, holds the cold ink sword in his hand, and vows to wipe out all the injustices in the world. At this moment, people are cold, hearts are cold, and the sword is even colder.

The hot blood continued to flow with Long Wusheng's ghostly and ghostly figure, spraying in the darkness with the silent swing of the ink sword, splashing from the bodies of the Kilda people in his vicinity, and constantly floating in the air of this stormy night.

One corpse after another, falling or dying in their sleep during this rainstorm night, never to wake up again.

On this night, Long Wusheng incarnated into the impermanence of life, opened the gate of the Yellow Spring, and was like a god of death from hell, killing in ten steps. The pitch-black ink sword in Long Wusheng's hand has also become the last color in the lives of those Kerda people.

All people are fatal with a single knife, and all wounds are in the throat.

Because in the lessons that Long Wusheng had practiced in the past, the heart, the back of the head, and the throat of the human body had always been the focus of practice. The throat is the most labor-saving part of the victim's voice, reducing the likelihood of exposure, so it is a top priority.

Looking at the embassy of the Kelda country with a river of blood, looking at the corpses all over the ground, Long Wusheng frowned, but the killing intent in his eyes did not decrease by half a point, and there was not the slightest pity on his face. For the principle of the Assassins was to be merciful to their enemies and to be cruel to themselves, and the enemies were men, women, and children. This is also the truth that countless Assassins have paid for with their lives.

Long Wusheng carefully observed the room in front of him, this was the only room in the embassy that Long Wusheng had not yet entered. From the moment he stepped into the embassy of the Korda country, the room in front of him gave him a great sense of crisis, so he cleared the people in other places first. This is very much in line with Master's usual teaching: eat the appetizer first, and then slowly savor the main course last.

As the second-in-command of the Korda Embassy in Winter City, he is also the person with the highest force value in the entire Kerda Embassy in Winter City, and his strength is in the Great Heaven of Warriors.

At this moment, Matlin, who was already asleep, suddenly felt a palpitation and woke up directly from his sleep. It was raining heavily, very heavily, and there was no sound outside the room except the sound of the torrential rain hitting the roof and the ground.

It's just that for some reason, at this time, Matlin felt inexplicably uneasy. So Matlin got up and lit the candle at the bedside, put on his clothes, picked up the sword at the bedside, and prepared to go out and see.

As Matlin approached the room, a faint smell of blood in the air reached his nose.

So, Matlin stopped, turned and walked to the woman on the bed. It was a young woman of the Wilderness with a bit of grace, and she was Matlin's lover in the Great Wilderness. Matlin just got the woman in front of him very easily, and didn't spend too much thought and means. He just promised to give this woman a home in the Great Wilderness, and then took the woman home and to bed that day.

As for this promise, of course it is fake. He Matlin had a noble wife and a very gifted son in the country of Kelda, and that was his home, his real home.

"I said that I would give you a home in the Great Wilderness, but I never said that I would stay in the Great Wilderness forever." Matlin often thought so smug when he looked at this woman.

According to the woman, several desert men had pursued her, but she had not agreed. Matlin knew she was telling the truth, for for a while she had seen a few desolate men spinning around behind her ass.

But so what. So, Matlin secretly laughed at the woman's stupidity while enjoying her flesh.

"Honey, I'm a little thirsty. Now go get me some water. Matlin shook the woman on the bed awake.

The desolate woman awoke from her stupor, and when she heard Matlin's words, she got up very obediently, put on her clothes, and then opened the room and went out.

In Matlin's expectant gaze, the moment the desolate woman stepped out of the room, she turned into a pile of minced meat.

"Wires?" Matlin's eyes lit up. You know, very few people can use a good knife wire, but those who can use a good knife wire are not easy to mess with, and they are extremely cunning.

At this moment, a strong wind blew in, and the candle in the room went out. Suddenly, the whole room and the outside were plunged into darkness, and there were no fingers to be seen, only the sound of pouring rain could be heard in my ears.

Matlin drew his sword, urged his entire body to use his primordial energy, and slashed out of the house. Suddenly, a blazing dazzling sword qi shot straight out. Immediately, the rain splashed, the ground collapsed, the houses collapsed, and the hundred ghosts exclaimed.

Then, relying on his memory, Matlin walked to the table, directly grabbed the wooden stool, and threw it in the direction where the sword qi came out just now. After a while, the broken wood fell to the ground and the sound of rain reached my ears.

The most feared outcome has emerged. Obviously, this sword filament was not only arranged in many layers, but it was also extremely tough, and it was able to resist his own sword qi. At the moment, it is impossible to force a breakthrough. Thinking of this, Matlin couldn't help but panic.

At this moment, bursts of mystical sounds came into Matlin's ears from all directions, and suddenly, Matlin felt his qi and blood surging, and his consciousness became a little psychedelic.

"It's a deadly sound." Annoyed, Matlin destroys the Primal Energy and quickly investigates the source of the sound, only to find that the voice is erratic and unable to locate the other person. Obviously, the other party is extremely good at concealment.

Suddenly, Matlin felt a tightness in his chest, and then couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Immediately afterwards, a feeling of dizziness struck, and there was a trace of retention in the original energy, which was a phenomenon of poisoning. You must know that only a very small number of poisons in this world can work on military generals, and what makes Matlin even more shocked is that he is completely unaware of it.

It was pitch black outside, and there were even deadly blades that didn't know the number or direction, and if you were not careful, you would be cut into pieces. And although he is a military general, he is not good at this night battle at all.

Staying in the room, he was already poisoned, and he didn't know if the other party had other back-hands, like a bird in a cage, at the mercy of others.

At this moment, Matlin could no longer be calm, and for the first time since he was promoted to general, he felt the threat of death and began to panic.

"Where are the rats, do you dare to come out and fight your grandfather three hundred times? can only use small means, what kind of hero is it? Matlin carried his sword and cursed in the dark, completely losing his previous calm and proportion.

When Matlin swung that sword, Long Wusheng knew that the person in the room was a military general. However, there was no trace of panic in Long Wusheng's eyes, more of an excited look.

"There is no life, it is never only the original energy rank that determines life and death, and strength is not the only determining factor in victory or defeat. It is true that the weak can defeat the strong, and many factors such as will, strategy, on-the-spot adaptation, exercises, and martial arts may determine the outcome of a battle of life and death. Master's old teachings rang in my ears.

In the past, there were assassins who used the strength of the Great Heavenly God to kill the most powerful, thus becoming an eternal myth in the killer world. Today, I, Long Wusheng, also want to hunt the great heavenly position of the military generals with the posture of the first position of the general. At this moment, Long Wusheng's eyes were full of cruelty.

After hearing the opponent's insults, Long Wusheng didn't care at all. Have you ever heard a tiger care about the howling of a wild boar, or an eagle about the wailing of a sparrow? Only the death and disappearance of life is the greatest reward for an Assassin.

Long Wusheng counted the hours, and there was still a long, long time before dawn. The opponent in front of him was poisoned by himself, and he seemed to be a little out of shape at the moment. But Long Wusheng was not in a hurry to take that last step, and he still lightly spat out the Demon Bat Sonic Wave Gong in his mouth.

This magic bat's sound fluctuation is the secret of the Eight Hundred Dragons, it not only causes the opponent's spirit to fall into a psychedelic and physically injured, but also echoes the sound positioning, so that the dragon Wusheng can easily swim in this darkness. It was precisely with the fluctuation of the sound of the demon bat that Long Wusheng could accurately know the specific location of the opponent and the Celestial Shadow Silk.

As if an eagle owl in the darkness was quietly watching the already frightened peregrine falcon, Long Wusheng waited patiently for the final fatal blow.

After a long time, Matlin's patience finally ran out, and he swung a terrifying sword aura and slashed towards the roof. Then he flew up and tried to escape from the roof. At the moment when he flew out of the roof, a pitch-black and inky cold front burst through the air, and the terrifying cold energy directly condensed the surrounding rain into ice, and shattered it into debris at the same time.

Prepared for this, Matlin tried to swing his sword at his opponent, only to find that his arms were already empty.

"This cunning rat has really laid a knife wire on the roof." It was Matlin's last thought.

As a cold front slid through his throat, it was gone.

On this night, the embassy of the Korda Kingdom in the entire Winter City was shrouded in darkness and blood.

Force is never the best solution, but it is definitely one of the most effective.

When life is not respected, when dignity is trampled on at will, when justice does not exist in the hearts of the people, then violence is used to stop violence, killing is stopped, and blood is returned to blood.

In the early morning, when the people got up as usual, they found that the entire embassy of the Korda country was full of blood and corpses, and the entire embassy was like hell, and no one survived.

"I've never been in favor of violence, but this time, it's the exception." Someone said.

"It's really a hero, a knight of the country." Someone exclaimed.

And the initiator of all this, Long Wusheng, one of the ten murderers of the troubled times in the future, this man who is respected by the world as a cold-faced Shura. At this moment, he is carefully reflecting on the battle he fought that night in the embassy of the country of Kilda.

Summing up the experience and lessons of every battle is a habit he has cultivated since he was a child.