It’s time to return to the mentor selection meeting.
Li Shengruo chose the second grade of Shui Feng as his mentor, and Huo Feng also entrusted the hero to bring his message.
"As for Wei Curcuma, your mentor has already been decided."
"Who?"
Wei Zeshu was shocked that Huofeng paid attention to him, but he was more curious about who chose him.
"Mo Daosang, he is very interested in you."
"Mo Daosang...who is it?"
Wei Curcuma looked at the old professor's solemn expression and couldn't help but become solemn as well.
"The leader of the Windless Era, he was also the strongest abnormal hunter at first, no, I should say he was the strongest before..."
"When I first entered this industry, I grew up listening to his legend."
Wei Zeshu looked up and down at this respected old professor who was considered the oldest among the tenured professors in the North. He was said to be over ninety years old this year. His limbs were so skinny that he looked shaky and his height was almost rickety. About one and a half meters.
He just entered this industry and grew up listening to the legend of Mo Daosang... Then how old must his mentor be? One hundred and twenty years old?
For such an old man, it’s a miracle that he can still walk, right? Can it still fight anomalies? Is it really okay for me to intern under him?
Thinking of this, Wei Curcuma's expression was heavier than the wrinkles on the old professor's face.
"Are you worried that he is too old and useless?"
The old professor looked at Wei Curcuma's sad expression and chuckled.
"No, no, what are you talking about...haha..."
Wei Curcuma's voice, whose inner thoughts were seen through, became less and less confident, and in the end he could only laugh twice.
Internship is very important to him. The internship of these few months directly determines whether he can accumulate the merits required to reach the fifth level, and then successfully advance in the only assessment before his life is exhausted, which is a real life and death speed.
But at this time, he suddenly realized that his mentor was a legendary old man, and he was also a legendary old man in his nineties. The old man was getting older, the super old man...
"Don't think so much. You can't see him yet. He probably hasn't come back yet."
"But he hired an active deviant suppressor to temporarily guide you during this period."
"He said that this would be the most suitable mentor for you at this stage, even more suitable than him."
The old professor handed a letter to Wei Curcuma with a smile and motioned for him to open it and read it.
The envelope was opened and a brief message was written on it in special color-changing ink.
["I have learned about your current situation from Zhenjun."
"You need to grow up quickly, so I invited a deviant suppressor who is most suitable for your current situation to temporarily take over as your teacher."
"I wish you good health and try to live until we meet."]
"What does it mean to live hard until..."
Wei Zeshu looked at these three lines of brief message. Before he could finish his words, a green dagger with a cold light pierced through from under the letter and struck directly at his throat.
The incident happened too suddenly. Being in the big library and among many powerful people, and most of his mind was on the content of this letter, Wei Curcuma, who was always vigilant, failed to discover when the owner of this dagger came. Approached him.
Moreover, the timing of the dagger's piercing was perfect. It happened to be waiting at the moment when he exhaled and asked, the old breath was exhausted but the new breath had not yet been breathed.
The dagger stabbed Wei Curcuma's throat hard, streaking across a bright trajectory like a stream of light.
The words he had just spoken were completely blocked by this blow, and he could only kneel on the ground, holding his throat, retching in pain.
At the last moment, the dagger was switched to striking with the handle, but the force did not restrain at all. This gave Wei Curcuma a strong desire to vomit and a sense of suffocation, and the pain made his face turn purple.
"You're dead, for the first time."
The owner of the dagger spoke the first words to Wei Zhushu leisurely. His voice sounded like that of a man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, but his skin showed a sickly white color that had not been exposed to light for a long time. The dagger was holding it under his hand while wearing black gloves. The five fingers rotated rapidly, like a small light wheel.
He has a long, narrow and handsome face, and his eyes are as slender as snakes, and the eyes are green in color. He is wearing comfortable black clothes without any unnecessary decoration. The cuffs of his clothes were rolled up to the middle of his forearm so as not to hinder the movement of his hands. He wore black gloves on both hands, making him look like a professional killer.
"I will be your temporary mentor for the next period of time. You can call me Qingjiang."
He smiled and greeted Wei Curcuma, who was lying on the ground, and stretched out his hand to pull him up affectionately.
Wei Zeshu had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, such as who are you and why did you attack me, but his throat was severely injured and he couldn't make a sound at all. He could only hold his hand and try to stand up. .
But as soon as his hand touched the black glove, a sharp pain came from his fingertips. A small needle penetrated Qingjiang's black glove, and the liquid inside was as green as his eyes.
The highly toxic poison completely paralyzed Wei Curcuma in an instant. He lay on the ground, and his hands and feet began to twitch involuntarily.
"This is the second time you've died."
Qing Jiang sighed, took out a vial containing the antidote from his arms, and dabbed a few drops along the corner of Wei Curcuma's mouth.
"The practical training has just started, Junior Wei Curcuma..."
Qingjiang sighed again.
"To be honest, I don't know why this is happening...but the request I received is to assassinate you crazily and mercilessly in the past few days..."
"This seems to be the first practical training task your instructor has left for you...don't blame me...I'll treat you to something delicious later..."
Qing Jiang sighed and squatted on the ground waiting for the antidote to take effect. He turned the convulsing Wei Curcuma over and applied the external medicine to eliminate congestion on his throat.
Qingjiang couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he just came into contact with it. The blood congestion there had almost recovered at some point.
"Although I've heard about your situation from Boss Mo a long time ago, I didn't expect it to be so exaggerated... What you suffered just now would make most people have to stay in the hospital for weeks. I didn't expect you to recover in just a few seconds. ?”
"I feel like I'm cultivating an unprecedented super monster, Boss Mo...I'll have to pay more later!"
A former professional killer who rose to prominence as a quasi-C-class deviant suppressor after becoming a monk, his code name during his assassin days was [Smiling Qingjiang]. After he became a deviant suppressor and cleared his identity, he still used to use this code name. In the execution department, his code name is 【Qingjiang】.
Even Wei Curcuma, who was extremely talented, had no room for resistance in his hands. He lay on the ground waiting for the toxins in his body to be diluted by the antidote.
"...wo..."
Wei Curcuma was lying down, his lips moving, as if he wanted to say something, but his voice was too soft, so Qingjiang curiously put his ear to it.
"What did you say?"
"....I...."
"ah?"
"Holy crap!!!!!!!!!"
Wei Zeshu took a breath, and the loud curses echoed in the North, a sacred library that has been passed down for many years. It echoed under the high vaults, and it was like a lingering sound.
