As night fell, the rain fell on the eaves, ticking non-stop. The usual clear and crisp crashing sound now made the air a little more irritable.
Long Wusheng looked at the rain outside the ruined temple and fell into confusion for a moment.
A penny stumps a hero. Long Wusheng now truly understood this sentence.
At this time, he was hungry and thirsty. But he doesn't have much money anymore. Now Long Wusheng lives one bun a day, counting every silver coin and not daring to spend it indiscriminately.
A month ago, Long Wusheng came to Bitter Winter City with full confidence, eager to show off his talents and achieve great success in this famous city in the northern region. I never thought that I would come to this cold winter city for a long time and do nothing. The consumption here is so high that I am already empty in less than a few days. What made Long Wusheng even more desperate was that he kept spending money but had no income.
Although human life is worthless in troubled times, in Long Wusheng's view, one hundred silver coins per head is a real price, especially since he is an assassin among assassins and an elite among elites. This is simply pie in the sky.
If he hadn't just debuted and his reputation wasn't great; if he hadn't been in a hurry for money, Long Wusheng would have sold himself for a hundred silver coins without saying anything.
But in the end, there was always a way out, so Long Wusheng found this dilapidated temple as a temporary foothold, and managed to survive.
Long Wusheng sighed and gently wiped the ink sword.
At this time, he no longer wanted to be a world-famous assassin, nor did he want to be famous throughout the ages. He only has one thought in his mind now: make money, make money, make money.
The name was too vague and he was no longer interested. He only had one idea in his mind: make money and then go have a big meal.
In front of the gate of the patrol house in Winter City.
A girl of about seven or eight years old wearing shabby clothes was kneeling at the gate. The people watching at the gate were talking a lot, and they all showed angry expressions.
It turns out that just a few days ago, two men of different races took advantage of their drunkenness to rape and kill the girl in Dahuang. According to the investigation by Dahuang case investigators, only an eight-year-old girl of a family of four at the scene was lucky enough to survive, while the others were brutally murdered.
Little Aman has never gone to school and doesn't understand any big principles. I don't want to understand what happened. All Xiao Aman knew was that he went to catch a movie a few days ago and his father, mother and sister were all gone, and he would never hear them speak again.
Everyone says that officials are very capable, and if there is anything that cannot be solved, just go to them. So with everyone's help, little Aman went to the patrol room in Winter City to report the crime.
In response to such a cruel incident, the Dahuang government also immediately arrested the two murderers and announced that they would be sentenced to death three days later to uphold the prestige of the country.
But who would have expected that just the day before the execution, without giving any reason, the two murderous Western aliens were suddenly acquitted and released.
Until last night, the aunt next door came to tell little Aman that the two bad guys had been released.
Little Aman didn't understand, and didn't want to understand. She just wants her father, mother and sister back. Then, just like before, the family is happy together.
But my father, mother, and sister will never come back.
"We can't just let it go. We can't let the bad guys get away. If we let the bad guys go this time, they will do bad things again. Besides, my father, mother, and sister also died in vain." Auntie said to little Aman. .
For the first time, little Aman felt that what Auntie said made sense, but he was unwilling to accept this reality or accept this reality. So, early in the morning, little Aman knelt again in front of the patrol room door with his fists clenched.
After a while, the door to the patrol room opened and a patrolman walked out. He carried little Aman in and closed the door.
After a while, he took little Aman out of the back door of the patrol room and went directly to the back alley.
As one of the patrol officers with the lowest status in the patrol room, this thankless job was naturally assigned to Zheng Xiaodao.
Zheng Xiaodao glanced at the back alley and found no one, then he lowered his head and said to little Aman: "Little boy, we can't give you the justice you want, give up! Leave quickly! Don't risk your life, it's not worth it. .”
If we give up at this time, then my father, mother, and sister will really die in vain, and the bad guys will be free from now on. Although little Aman is young, he still understands this truth. So I refused to give up no matter what, and begged desperately. But Zheng Xiaodao was unmoved and turned around to leave. After all, he was just a small patrolman.
Seeing this, little Aman rushed forward, crying and hugging Zheng Xiaodao's leg. A trace of unbearability flashed in Zheng Xiaodao's eyes, but he still pushed Xiao Aman's hand away fiercely. Immediately afterwards, little Aman was pushed to the ground.
"Let's stop this matter. Don't come to the patrol room again." Zheng Xiaodao warned loudly and sternly.
"Little baby, I'm doing this for your own good, you can't fight them." Zheng Xiaodao was filled with unbearable heart.
"She is already in a miserable state, so why do you need to be so aggressive?" A cold voice passed into little Aman's ears, like the sound of nature, and like a ray of sunshine in the darkness, illuminating little Aman's dark world. , warmed little Aman’s helpless heart.
Little Aman looked up and saw a young man wearing an ink sword, holding grass in his mouth, and holding the wooden sign in his hand, slowly walking towards her. It was the handsome young man in white whom I met at the market a few days ago.
The air was immediately filled with a heavy pressure, making people breathless. After Zheng Xiaodao glanced at Long Wusheng, he originally wanted to say something, but suddenly felt the boundless murderous aura, so he turned and left.
"Xiao Wa, do you have money?" Just when Xiao Aman was full of hope, Long Wusheng in front of him suddenly asked.
Xiao Aman's family is originally a poor family, and his parents, sister, have spent all their money. After hearing this, little Aman's glimmer of hope was instantly extinguished. He was at a loss and could only shake his head in disappointment.
"Alas!" Long Wusheng sighed, and then stared at little Aman for a long time.
Finally, Long Wusheng said: "Give me the copper plate around your neck."
Then, he stretched out his hand towards little Aman.
Little Aman obeyed and took off the copper plate and put it in his hand. At the moment of contact, little Aman felt a biting coldness, which was ice that had not melted for thousands of years.
"I am an assassin. The principle of an assassin is to help kill people after receiving money." Long Wusheng whispered to himself.
"Then, now, the deal between us is officially established!" Long Wusheng lowered his head and said to little Aman very seriously.
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A mask, a story. An ink sword, a legend.
The true way of an assassin is to be silent, to be invisible, to kill with one strike.
Tonight, the sky in the cold winter city is so dark that one cannot see the five fingers, and the bright moon on weekdays has quietly disappeared. There is a hint of cold air in the air, which makes people feel scared.
If there is a storyteller in the tavern at this time, he will definitely say, "The moon is dark and the wind is high, it's a murderous night."
In a dark alley, two foreign men who smelled of alcohol were walking slowly side by side.
"Happy!" The bearded Rost took a sip of wine from the wine bottle and shouted loudly.
"Basta, do you know? If I didn't have wine, I feel like I couldn't live for two days. During these two days in the wilderness patrol room, I felt like I was going to see God, and I couldn't bear it for a moment."
"This damn wild government just killed a few untouchables and locked up the two of us." Basta, who looked like a preacher, said resentfully.
"That girl is very smooth, but it's a pity that she broke after just playing with it for a while." Buster said regretfully, with a hint of nostalgia in his words.
"Haha! It's really a pity."
"Something's wrong!" Basta said suddenly.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know, but something feels wrong." Basta looked around warily and said uneasily.
"You think too much. How can the untouchables of the Desolate race have the courage to deal with us, the nobles." Rost smiled confidently.
"By the way, this alley is too quiet, too quiet." Basta thought.
At this time, Basta suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart. In the crisis, he instinctively drew out his sword and blocked it in front of him. He immediately felt a sharp sting in his hand, which was the feeling of injury.
Rost's body next to him suddenly spurted out a lot of blood, like a faucet being turned on. Basta turned around and saw that Rost had turned into a pile of pieces of flesh, with countless blood pouring out of his body. From a distance, it looks like a human-shaped fountain.
Basta took a closer look and was shocked to find that the blade of the sword was struck by metal wires that were too small to be seen with the naked eye, and some of them had cut into the skin. Fortunately Basta responded in time, otherwise those five fingers would probably be gone.
Basta glanced ahead again. There were many such tiny metal threads blocking his face in the air, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
Suddenly, a cold black ink flashed in front of his eyes. It was a darkness darker than darkness, a darkness colder than ice. It's so fast that you can't even blink, it's so fast that you can't react, it's so fast that it marks the end of your life.
Basta only felt a chill on his neck, and then fell into the endless darkness.
"What a fast sword." was Basta's last thought.
The blood that keeps pouring out from the neck shows the impermanence of life. The knees that finally fell to the ground seemed to be mocking the life of the jungle.
