In the dim light, a thin figure could be seen slowly approaching.

He was cautious, and did not let his guard down because of the man's somewhat hideous face due to pain.

In this forest, no matter how cautious you are, let alone facing a killer who is as clever as you are, or even more sophisticated.

It's just that the man curled up on the ground obviously didn't make him struggle, because the guy struggled twice, and seemed to be a dead man, and he didn't move.

He still did not let his guard down, the dagger clenched in his hand, and his eyebrows were full of coldness.

Then, with a sharp acceleration, he stabbed the dagger into the head of the man who did not know whether he was alive or dead.

Whether you are dead or alive, as long as you pierce your head, you will definitely die.

However, when his dagger came into contact with the man's white hair, he saw a small white bird emerge from the man's clothes.

He heard the bird call.

And then he didn't know anything.

......

Dark Canyon, where killings are carried out at every moment, there will be movement of people, and those who are exposed will become the most obvious targets for hunting.

Of course, the corpses are also visible.

The forest was very quiet, and a small sound suddenly sounded, and in an instant, it seemed that the whole space was moving, like the curse of death in the dark.

Soon, the small voice disappeared, and a dark shadow came out of the dense forest, finally determined what he was seeing, and said in a lost voice, "How is it possible?"

The figure seemed to have seen something incredible, and was very emotional, and left in a hurry.

In the dim light, something could be seen flickering and faintly shining, silently.

......

There is still a difference between day and night in Dark Canyon.

For ordinary people, the night is to reach out and not see the five fingers, and the day is a dim light sprinkled with a little sight.

In the extraordinarily dark night, the young man lying like a corpse moved his fingers and frowned violently.

He felt something pressing on his left arm, so heavy and cold that he lost sensation in his left arm, and he was cold and painful, and he was very sad.

He raised his right hand to push the thing, but instead of pushing it, he touched the water in his hand, which was freezing to the bone.

"What's that?" he muttered weakly, narrowing his eyelids, feeling a little heavy, and then, he froze.

Pressed on his arm was an ice sculpture, or an ice sculpture of a guy with a black figure wrapped in it.

He blinked, a little confused.

It seems to be a killer and can be frozen...... Isn't it forbidden here?

No, no, why is he still alive?

Although he was sad, he was sure that the touch was real, and he could still feel his heartbeat, so he was sure that he was alive.

But how could he still be alive?

How did he survive?

That's not right!

Not to mention his injuries, only the poison borrowed enough for him to die once, how could he still be alive now.

A little creature jumped on the boy's chest and jumped twice, indicating that it was his own credit.

There was also a little guy who was clumsy and couldn't climb on the boy, so he kept spinning around the boy's ear, happy and anxious.

The young man licked his chapped lips, he was very thirsty, but unfortunately there was no one around him to take care of him, so he could only endure it.

He wasn't going to move so early, let others treat him like a corpse first, at least until he had some strength, and then

Leave.

The blood loss was too much, making him soft and his eyelids were so heavy that he didn't feel shocked when he woke up to find that there would be an extra ice sculpture in the dark canyon, and he directly ignored complicated issues such as whether he would be picked up and killed by someone when he stopped here.

"I'll sleep a little longer. He muttered, his eyelids drooped, and he fell asleep again.

......

The killer organization initiated in the dark canyon is not all right after it is established, and the organization personnel may not have pure thoughts about the person who initiated it, and the mutual annexation between organizations is a thrilling thing.

All the people are killing for those ten places, and naturally the fewer people the better, and the fewer people who can pose a threat to themselves, the better.

Killers are not stupid, on the contrary, they are very smart, they are absolutely calm, so they naturally know how to do what is best for them.

Therefore, the so-called organization can never expect to have the so-called common hatred, otherwise you may lose your life and save other people's money.

Of course, it is very normal for this kind of temporary organization to suddenly collapse.

At this time, in the dark and dense forest, a blood arrow shot out in an instant.

A figure slowly fell, lifeless.

The black-clothed man who shot snorted coldly, glanced at the few people hiding in the woods, and did not speak, and the figure disappeared in an instant.

Scenes like this are rare and uncommon in this vast forest, and in short, they are commonplace.

The man did not hide his figure, but swaggered forward.

Because he had already started an organization, most of the killers in the entire Dark Canyon would deliberately avoid him.

This is the respect that the people in the prison of killers have for the strong, and it is also the tradition of survival of the fittest, which seems absurd, but it actually makes a lot of sense.

After all, at the beginning of the dark canyon, it was absolutely impossible to have the concept of the weak attaching themselves to the strong, and it was mostly one-on-one, and the situation was simple and direct.

And this kind of news, in this canyon, is not closed.

Killers have their own unique ways of delivering information, and this method is often the most concise.

Of course, this kind of transmission method can only be known by people with reasonable qualifications in the killer world, like a young man who has not grown up with hair, even if he is a killer, he has a bit of a high self-esteem, and he can often only break in.

Therefore, there will also be some lack of information, and those who are not long-sighted will come out to tempt and temptation, and when they see that they can't do anything, they will immediately run away.

The man didn't care, and let them leave after the temptation, but if there was someone who brushed the tiger's whiskers twice, then don't go.

He walked very leisurely, because he had just been almost stabbed, Rao is that he has been a killer for more than forty years, and he has never been overshadowed, and now he is still a little depressed when he thinks about it, so he needs to mediate his emotions.

Killers are not just synonymous with indifference and loneliness, they can also live like normal people, and they enter this nine-death killer prison, isn't this what they are for.

As he walked, he saw a flickering point of light in the distance, which was not obvious, but it was a little interesting in his eyes.

Therefore, he suddenly hid his figure and quietly dived in that direction.

When he saw the thing clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and then playfully hooked the corners of his mouth.

Finding a large block of ice in the forbidden land, with a person pressed under the big ice, is as interesting as a dog spitting ivory in its mouth.

......

Ning Junxi felt cold and hot, his throat was very dry, his whole head was groggy, and he murmured unconsciously, "Water...... Water ......"

A few breaths, there is coldness

The slightly astringent juice flowed into his mouth, which was hard to drink, but quenched his thirst.

He swallowed subconsciously, confused, and his mind was in a mess.

"Boy, wake up. A somewhat playful middle-aged voice sounded, and then, Ning Junxi felt that a big hand full of calluses patted his cheek, "I didn't die when I was injured like this, but I also served you." ”

Ning Jun opened his eyes in a trance, took a few breaths in a daze, and his eyes became clear, "Who are you?"

"What do you plan to repay me for saving you?" the middle-aged man laughed a little.

"I ...... Wait until I'm out...... I can give you a lot of spirit stones......" Ning Junxi's eyes were a little dazed, and after a while, he was serious.

The middle-aged man laughed, "Just like you, do you still want to go out?" Boy, do you know what this place is?"

"Where is it?" Ning Jun said blankly.

"Dark Canyon," the middle-aged man said with a smile, "Or, rather, the Killer's Prison." ”

"Killer ......" Ning Junxi became excited, and coughed as soon as he was excited, "I don't know...... How did I get here...... Not what I wanted to come to......"

The middle-aged man hooked the corners of his mouth playfully, "I really don't know or pretend not to know?"

Ning Jun was stunned, "What?"

The middle-aged man looked at Ning Junxi and sighed, "Of course I know it's not what you want to come, otherwise if you come in in this white dress, isn't this a sign of hatred, but, boy, how did you get this injury?"

"I ......" Ning Junxi was in a trance for a while, "I don't know, I woke up here from sleep, and then I wanted to look around to see what kind of place this was, and someone wanted to kill me, and after that, there were more and more people, all of whom wanted to kill me, and I was waiting to die, but suddenly two people came, and they got into a mess with the person who killed me, and then, they all left, but I suddenly felt a lot of pain in my heart, and I fainted in pain." ”

The middle-aged man's smile became more playful, "Really?"

"What am I lying to you for?" Ning Jun looked innocent.

"What about it?" The middle-aged man suddenly raised his hand, holding a small gourd in his hand, and his teeth and claws were dancing.

Ning Junxi's face was overjoyed, "This is a little gourd, my old man found it for me, why did it come to you?"

The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow, "Do you know what this thing is?"

Ning Junxi said without any scheming, "Marigold, the old man said that it was a good thing, and he didn't let me give it to others, if you really wanted it, then you have to wait until you go out and tell the old man of my family, otherwise he will be angry, very scary." ”

The middle-aged man grabbed the monster's leg and shook it again, "What about this?"

"Little monster!" Ning Jun's eyes were shining, "I don't know what kind of bird it is, anyway, I picked up an egg, and it hatched on its own." Isn't it hurt, I was worried about it when I slept before. ”

The middle-aged man laughed, and didn't tell Ning Junxi about the big ice cube, "Okay, how do you feel?"

"Headache and want to drink water. Ning Jun said sincerely.

The middle-aged man touched Ning Junxi's forehead, "You have a fever, if you can survive until the fever subsides, it should be fine, and I will cover you in the future." ”

Ning Junxi blinked, a little confused.

"Stupid, right?" the middle-aged man patted Ning Jun on the head, "Remember, my name is Xia Jin." ”

Ning Junxi frowned, "Don't shoot, your head is dizzy." ”

The man laughed.