The lead clouds are densely covered, and the thunder keeps ringing in the distance, which is a sign that the heavy rain is coming.
Fang Bu opened his eyes, and before he could react, he took a sip of river water that was full of earthy smell. He could only subconsciously hug a piece of driftwood at hand, and looked around, only to see the vast ocean overflowing. Everything you can see is yellow soup.
The river surface was covered with scattered wood and colorful clothes. Occasionally, one or two cries could be heard, but they were immediately swallowed up by the sound of the waves.
who I am?
Where am I?
And am I going to die again?
Fang Bie entered this almost certain death situation as soon as he regained consciousness, feeling extremely hesitant and distressed in his heart.
"Help!" He couldn't help shouting loudly. As soon as he shouted, he realized that his voice was young and crisp, and it was obviously not the voice of an adult.
"It seems like someone is still alive."
"I'll go check it out."
Faintly, Fang Bi heard such a conversation, and then there was a sound of wind behind his head. He only felt someone grabbing his shoulders, and he was dehydrated from the water.
The man stepped on the driftwood that he had just relied on for a living, but even with the man's weight, the driftwood only swayed slightly and did not sink.
After that, Fang Bie felt like he was walking on the water. The man walking on the fast river felt as if he were walking on flat ground. With just a few breaths, Fang Bie felt that he was being placed on solid land.
He felt that his whole body was wet and cold, and water drops were dripping down from his body. The young man turned around and saw his savior standing behind him. But to his surprise, the savior was wearing emerald green clothes and had an eyebrow. The deserted and beautiful woman turned out to be a rather young woman.
She put her hands deep into her arms, groped for a moment, then took out a stack of yellow copper coins and placed them at her feet. Without saying a word, she turned around and left.
At this time, only the sound of rushing water could be heard all around. The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder was rolling. It was obvious that the next heavy rain was coming.
The surrounding fields were empty, and most of what he could see was ravaged by floods. The place where he was was a rare dry land.
Fang Bu was almost alive. He looked at the stack of copper coins in front of him and then at the woman in green who was slowly leaving. He couldn't help but stumbled to his feet and took a few steps forward. However, he felt exhausted and exhausted, and fell down again after a few steps. land.
"Sister, stay!" Fang Bie shouted from the ground.
"You are born to die." The woman did not look back, but she stopped for the moment and said, "It's just a thought of kindness."
Her voice was clear and cold, with a hint of coldness.
Fang Bie knelt on the ground and looked at the woman's back: "But I don't want to die."
The woman shook her head, stopped talking, and walked forward again.
Fang didn't grit his teeth, turned around and grabbed the stack of copper coins on the ground, stood up again, and continued running towards the woman's back.
Fortunately, the woman didn't walk very fast, so he took a few steps and caught up with her.
"Repay sister the money." Fang Bie said.
The woman turned around and saw the boy, who was soaked all over, standing firmly in front of her, with his right hand spread out. In his hand was the stack of copper coins she had just given him, which was covered with mud and water.
"Repay sister the money and thank her for saving her life." Fang Bie said. "But if I die, I won't be able to use my sister's money."
The woman's cold expression was slightly disturbing: "As long as you want to live, you can't die."
"I want to live." Fang Bie said, "I want to live, I want to live."
"Please sister, take me with you."
The woman shook her head: "I'm not a good person."
Fang Bu nodded.
"If you want to go somewhere else, don't come with me." The woman continued.
Fang Bie shook his head: "I have nowhere to go."
The woman smiled bitterly, but the bitter smile still removed the coldness and solemnity on her face.
She stretched out a bare hand and grabbed the copper coins in Fang Bie's hand. Fang Bie bit her lip, her whole body trembling but motionless.
The woman took Fang Bie's wet and cold hand, clenched his little hand into a fist, and held the copper coins in it.
The copper coins were cold to the bone in my hands.
"My name is He Ping."
"It's an assassin."
The woman introduced it like this.
Then she turned around, held Fang Bing's hand and walked forward slowly. The boy was terribly weak, but he still gritted his teeth and walked beside her.
Two figures, one large and one small, walked slowly on the gloomy river bank.
The river is surging and rushing towards the east.
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"You are not a soft-hearted person."
Fang Bie was wrapped in a quilt, had taken a hot bath, and changed into clean and dry clothes. Now he was holding a bowl of steaming ginger soup in his hand and was swallowing it in small sips.
I feel like I survived.
But the young man kept his ears open and listened carefully to the conversation in the next room.
He Ping's voice came through the thin wall panels: "I will raise him, he is my apprentice."
The woman's voice was still cold and firm.
"Stop messing around, kill him, and we're on our way." It was a man's voice: "Jiangxi has suffered such a big disaster, and we have completed our mission. It is important to return to the headquarters and return to life. What's the point of raising a child?"
Don't stay still wrapped in quilt.
He Ping's cold voice came from the other side of the wall: "This is what I decided."
"We are not good people!" the man shouted in a low voice: "You are not an ordinary woman, how can you be so kind as a woman!"
"Since you know that I am not an ordinary woman, you should not treat me as an ordinary woman." He Ping's voice was always low and calm, as if nothing could change her mind.
Just like when she decided to take Fang away by the river, she would never let go easily because of other people's persuasion.
The man sighed heavily: "Tell me what you plan to do."
"He, like me, will become an assassin." He Ping said, "In this way, I will be the one who trains assassins for the organization."
"I promise that I will train him to be the best assassin in the world, one better than you and me."
The man seemed to be in disbelief: "You might as well let him die."
"I asked him and he said he wanted to survive." He Ping said calmly: "Being an assassin is also a way to survive."
"After all, that's how I survived in the first place."
"As you wish." The man was extremely irritated: "What if he is not made to be an assassin?"
"Then it's his business." He Ping said quietly.
On the other side of the wall, there was silence for a while.
Fang Bie was wrapped in a quilt, drinking ginger soup, and remained silent until his door was pushed open.
Fang Bie raised his head and looked at He Ping under the candlelight. The girl, still dressed in green clothes, looked at Fang Bie at the door.
"Have you heard everything?" He Ping asked quietly.
Fang Bie knew there was nothing to hide, because even He Ping asked him to sleep here and not make any noise.
Fang Bu nodded.
He Ping smiled, then took out a thin booklet from her arms and placed it on the table next to the candlelight.
"You said you want to live, just prove it to me."
"Give you half a month."
Saying this, He Ping turned around, seemed to think about it, took out a piece of spiced beef jerky wrapped in oil paper from her arms, put it on the table next to the booklet, and then closed the door without saying a word. leave.
Fang Bie leaned over, got out of bed, and looked at the booklet, which had the four official characters "Honeycomb Mind Method" written on it.
He bit his lip slightly, then stretched out his hand to tear off a strip of beef jerky, put it into his mouth and chewed it, feeling the rich aroma and texture of the jerky unfold in his mouth.
The boy looked up at the blackened ceiling.
Yes, it's good to be alive.
He wants to live.
Live together with the previous life.
