The Qin family's people who should have been killed have already been killed.

Those gentlemen disciples that Qin Hao had always looked down on and only knew how to bully others were already cold corpses that didn't know how many pieces they had broken into.

Those murderous executioners had already fallen to the ground, and in the Qin family's compound, the crying was intermittent, like a broken wind whimpering, and some people even vomited directly and lay on the ground, no longer having any strength.

Qin Hao couldn't smoke that cigarette anymore.

He was thinking about when he first took on a task, it seemed that he was twelve years old, just after his twelfth birthday, and at that time he was still a little kid, and he took on a task to kill a big boss.

The big boss is forty-five years old, the owner of a steel-making factory, one meter six is nearly two hundred pounds tall, has a strange personality, likes little boys the most, and according to legend, once pushed the hateful employees directly into the steel-making furnace.

The furnace for steelmaking is thousands of degrees Celsius, and when a person rolls into it, there will be no bones left, and it burns cleaner than an incinerator, let alone the murderer, and even the residual DNA cannot be found.

In the end, he could only use the employee's own accidental fall as a reason to compensate the family with 10,000 yuan, and 30 years ago, 10,000 yuan bought a life, but the employee's wife didn't believe that her man fell.

She was sure that the boss was the murderer, because before the man had an accident, the boss touched her ten-year-old son everywhere, and the man directly the boss, and the two beat everyone in the factory to know, the man was strong, and an ashtray slapped on the boss's head, and the blood flowed all over the ground.

Then the boss went to the emergency room in the countryside to sew gauze, and put down the cruel words that he wanted his man to look good.

As a result, there was an accident in two days, the man disappeared and disappeared cleanly, but no evidence could be found, so naturally the case could not be arrested, and the boss was tried and released.

So the woman found the Qin family.

Qin Hao was standing in front of the table at that time, looking at the old lady with a puzzled expression, and the head of the Qin family listened to the woman's crying.

The woman knelt down, kowtowed, and held 20,000 yuan in her hand, 10,000 yuan was the money lost by the boss, and the other 10,000 yuan was the money saved by the woman's family, which was originally used to give her son junior high school and marry his wife in the future.

The old lady of the Qin family looked at the woman and said.

"20,000 yuan, you can only buy this kind of little guy here to kill people for you."

The woman glanced at Qin Hao, this kind of child, I'm afraid that even she can't beat her, let alone take revenge.

She panicked, tears kept falling, kneeling forward, crawling to the feet of the old lady of the Qin family, pulling his pants and saying.

"I'm willing to do anything, just have pity on me, I can still earn money......"

Qin Hao took out his knife at this time, and with one sword, he cut off the hundreds of thousands of golden silk nanmu tables of Old Lady Qin.

"Twenty thousand yuan, give it to me, and I'll help you kill him."

The corners of Old Lady Qin's mouth hooked up with a smile, and she didn't care about her table, but glanced at Qin Hao deeply.

"Don't underestimate him, although his realm may not be the highest, he can definitely be a good killer."

The woman didn't cry anymore, she looked at Qin Hao, and already understood that this twelve-year-old little guy could definitely help herself.

Qin Hao really killed that boss.

He didn't even remember the name of the boss, he only remembered that in the dark steel mill, the old man who looked like a fat pig reached out and grabbed his waist and began to touch his stomach.

For the first time in his life, he felt disgusted, so there really was such a person?

He cut off the man's greasy right hand with a fruit knife and watched him crawl on the ground in pain with a panicked face.

Qin Hao asked him.

"Did you kill that man?"

The boss kept shaking his head, and Qin Hao gave him another knife and asked.

"Did you kill that man?"

The boss wailed like a pig.

"It's not me, it's not me!"

After ten knives, the boss finally confessed, and Qin Hao pushed him into the steel-making furnace, watching him let out a miserable scream and turn into flying ashes alive.

Qin Hao threw his clothes and fruit knife into it, and dissolved into a ball with molten steel.

Then Qin Hao pushed open the door of the factory and walked out.

It happened to be autumn that day, and it was raining continuously, and the rain fell on his face and body, and it was cold and cold.

Just like today.

Qin Hao has killed many people since then, he can't even count them, he has always only asked about the mission goal, not the reason, but since then he has never been so emotional.

Qin Hao felt that he would probably die one day, and he would be stabbed to death by someone, by someone who hated him deeply, and slowly grinded to death on the pillar of shame.

He had been prepared for it for a long time, and he had no complaints about it.

It's just that I didn't expect it to come so quickly today.

He felt the cold rain on his face, just like that day, when he walked out of the steel mill with a blank face, the rain mixed with the smell of earth and plant roots, but it seemed so pleasant at the moment.

The tingling sensation brought by the cigarette made him a little fascinated for a while.

People were saved, cigarettes were smoked, and the squigglers died, and it was still raining.

Today is a good day, a good day to die.

The corners of Li Fei's mouth raised slightly.

"Uh-huh, are you ready to die?"

Qin Hao shook the ash of the cigarette, but the cigarette did not put it in his mouth.

"To be honest, I wasn't ready."

If you want to say that you are ready to die, you can't say that you are ready to ask it ten thousand times, your heart can't help but tremble, your body stiffens, and your blood seems to stop flowing.

He looked around, at those who had fallen.

Is this Li Fei's handiwork? It's really amazing, he really wants to leave a whole corpse for himself, but thinking about those people in the past, some don't even have a single hair left, Qin Hao no longer asks for anything.

Li Fei asked.

"The last cigarette, aren't you smoking?"

Qin Hao looked at the half-cut cigarette holder in his hand, was silent for a while, and directly snuffed it out with two thumbs, the hot feeling of sparks coming from his hand, as if the sparks of the steelmaking furnace were flying in front of the twelve-year-old boy's coldness, roasting his face red and hot at that time.

Qin Hao smiled.

"No need."

He didn't say anything more, but closed his eyes and waited for Li Fei's attack in the endless darkness.

Just for a moment.

Qin Hao heard a clear word "chop".

He didn't look at it, but he could feel that the world was flowing, everything was changing, and something was constantly changing.

It turns out that this is the strength of the world's top masters, Qin Hao sighed in his heart.

He always remembered the old lady's words.

"Although this kid's realm is not high, he will definitely become a top killer."

As a result, in the end, he didn't become a top killer, and his realm was not high, but he was said by the old man, or if he died at the hands of a top master, he could be regarded as having seen the scenery on the top of the mountain.

One sword, two swords, three swords.

Qin Hao felt something pass in front of him, cold, suffocating, making him unable to breathe, as if he had suddenly sunk into the water.

Endless coldness and endless darkness rushed over him, instantly overwhelming him, he opened his mouth violently, an instinctive horror rising in his heart, wanting to take a breath, but failing to do so.

In between, blood splattered.