The weather was clear and cloudless.
Winter city fair.
Long Wusheng sat quietly next to the wooden sign with his eyes closed, patiently waiting for the guests to come. The real business is not open for a year, but open for a year. Although the quote on the wooden sign is ridiculously low. But as long as the reputation is established, the price will naturally rise. Long Wusheng knew this truth well, and as an assassin, Long Wusheng never lacked patience.
At this time, the words of the passerby in front of him caught Long Wusheng's attention.
"What a bunch of beasts. A seven or eight-year-old girl can kill them," a passerby said angrily.
"Well, a weak country has no dignity. The weak will be beaten. If the weak are not beaten, it is just because they don't want to beat you today." The companion sighed.
After hearing this, Long Wusheng suddenly felt uneasy, and the timid appearance of the little girl flashed through his mind. Long Wusheng put away the wooden sign and walked in the direction of the embassy that passers-by said.
What was shocking to me was a pale, bloodless, breathless body of a girl, hanging quietly at the door of the Kelda Embassy.
At this time, a large number of people gathered in front of the Kelda Embassy. The people were very angry and shouted that they wanted to pay with blood. The patrolmen formed a long line to prevent people from acting excessively.
Many staff members of the Kelda Embassy looked at everything indifferently, looking aloof and treating life as nothing.
"Once upon a time, my great country was reduced to the point where I couldn't even protect a young child." Someone complained bitterly and angrily.
Although I had already guessed the ending, it was obviously an expected result. But when Long Wusheng saw the cold, lifeless corpse, an indescribable heaviness surged in Long Wusheng's chest.
It was a heaviness that I had never felt before, an indescribable feeling. There was no anger, no sadness, just endless depression.
Depressing like the calm before a volcano erupts, depressing like the calm before a storm.
For the first time, for the first time, Long Wusheng felt Mo Jian's cry.
"Little Aman, our deal has not been completed yet." Long Wusheng said softly into the air.
Long Wusheng glanced at the Kelda Embassy, then turned and left.
In the next few days, Long Wusheng's figure could always be seen in inconspicuous places around the Kelda Embassy. However, the embassy staff were arrogant and never noticed Long Wusheng's appearance, or they were unable to detect it. Dragon has no life existence.
That night, a huge storm hit Winter City. The entire winter city was shrouded in pitch-black darkness, while the sound of huge rainstorm cut off all sounds.
At this time, there was a hint of coldness in the wind and rain, and a chilly atmosphere filled the humid air at some point, which made people feel uneasy.
In the darkness, a cold figure quietly sneaked into the Kelda Embassy, like a ghost in the darkness, silent and silent, and like a tiger in the jungle, silent and lifeless. The cold man, holding a cold ink sword in his hand on this rainy night, vowed to wipe out all the injustice in the world. At this moment, people are cold, their hearts are cold, and their swords are even colder.
The hot blood continued to flow with Long Wusheng's ghostly figure. With the silent swing of the ink sword, it continued to spray in the darkness. It spattered from the bodies of the Kelda people near him. Flying in the stormy night air.
One after another, corpses fell down or died in their sleep on this rainy night, never to wake up again.
That night, Long Wusheng transformed into the impermanence that controlled life, opened the gate of hell, and seemed like the god of death from hell, killing every ten steps. The extremely black ink sword in Long Wusheng's hand became the last color in the lives of those Kelda people.
All of them were killed with one knife, and all the wounds were in their throats.
Because in the lessons that Long Wusheng has practiced in the past, the heart, back of the brain, and throat of the human body have always been the focus of practice. The throat is the most labor-saving part and is also the part where the victim makes sounds, which reduces the possibility of exposure, so it is the top priority.
Looking at the bloody Kelda embassy and the corpses on the ground, Long Wusheng frowned, but the killing intent in his eyes did not diminish by half, and there was no trace of mercy on his face. Because the assassin's principle is that being kind to the enemy is cruel to oneself, and the enemy does not distinguish between men, women, old and young. This is also the truth that countless assassins have sacrificed their lives for.
Long Wusheng carefully observed the room in front of him. This was the only room in the embassy that Long Wusheng had not yet entered. From the moment he stepped into the Kelda Country's embassy, the room in front of him gave him a great sense of crisis, so he cleared out the people in other places first. This is very consistent with Master's consistent teaching: eat the appetizer first, and then slowly taste the main course at the end.
As the second-in-command of the Kelda Nation's embassy in Winter City, and currently the person with the highest military force value in the entire Kelda Nation's embassy in Winter City, Matlin's strength ranks among the top military commanders.
At this moment, Matlin, who was already sleeping soundly, suddenly felt a heart palpitation and woke up directly from his sleep. It was raining heavily outside. It was raining very hard. Apart from the sound of heavy rain hitting the roof and the ground, no other sounds could be heard outside the room.
But for some reason, Matlin felt inexplicably uneasy at this time. So Matlin got up and lit the candle on the bedside, put on his clothes, picked up the sword on the bedside, and prepared to go out and take a look.
The moment Matlin approached the room, a subtle smell of blood in the air immediately reached his nose.
So, Matlin stopped and turned towards the woman on the bed. That was a somewhat pretty young woman from the Wilderness tribe, who was Matlin's lover in the Wilderness. Matlin just got the woman in front of him very simply, without spending too much thought or means. He just promised to give this woman a home in the wilderness, and then he took the woman home and brought her to bed that day.
As for this promise, it is of course false. He, Matlin, had a noble wife and an extremely talented son in the country of Kelda. That was his home, his real home.
"I said I would give you a home in the wilderness, but I never said I would stay in the wilderness forever." Matlin often thought proudly when looking at this woman.
According to this woman, several men from the Desolate Tribe had pursued her, but she did not agree. Matlin knew what she said was true, because he had indeed seen several Desolate men following her for a while.
But so what. So, Matlin secretly laughed at the woman's stupidity while enjoying her body.
"Honey, I'm a little thirsty. Now go get me some water." Matlin shook the woman on the bed awake.
The woman from the Desolate tribe woke up from her daze. After hearing what Matlin said, she stood up and put on her clothes very obediently, then opened the room and went out.
Under Matlin's expectant gaze, the woman from the Desolate tribe turned into a pile of minced meat the moment she stepped out of the room.
"Knife wire?" Matlin's eyes froze. You know, few people can use a knife wire well, but those who can use a knife wire well are not easy to mess with, and they are extremely cunning.
At this time, a strong wind blew in, and the candles in the room went out. Suddenly, the entire room and the outside fell into darkness, and I couldn't see my fingers. Only the sound of pouring rain could be heard in my ears.
Matlin pulled out his sword, activated his original energy, and slashed towards the outside of the house. Suddenly, a blazing and dazzling sword energy shot out overwhelmingly. Immediately, rain splashed, the ground collapsed, houses collapsed, and hundreds of ghosts screamed.
Then, based on his memory, Matlin walked to the table, grabbed the wooden stool, and threw it in the direction where the sword energy had just been emitted. After a while, broken wood fell to the ground and the sound of rain reached my ears.
The most worrying result still appeared. Obviously, this sword wire is not only arranged in many layers, but also extremely tough, and can actually withstand his own sword energy. Now, a forced breakout is impossible. Thinking of this, Matlin couldn't help but panic.
At this moment, bursts of mysterious mysterious sounds came into Matlin's ears from all directions. Suddenly, Matlin felt his blood surge and his consciousness became a little psychedelic.
"This is the deadly mysterious sound." Matlin was furious, activated his original energy, and quickly concentrated on exploring the source of the sound, but found that the sound was erratic, and he could not find the location of the other party. Obviously, the other party is very good at hiding.
Suddenly, Matlin felt a tightness in his chest, and then he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Immediately afterwards, a feeling of dizziness hit him, and there was a trace of stagnation of original energy. This was a phenomenon caused by poisoning. You know, there are only a very few poisons in the world that can have an effect on generals. What shocked Matlin even more was that he was completely unaware of it.
It was pitch black outside the house, and there were an unknown number and unknown location of deadly knives. If you went out, you would be cut into pieces if you were not careful. Moreover, although he is a great military commander, he is not good at night fighting at all.
Staying in the room, you are already poisoned, and you don't know if the other party has other back-up plans. You are like a bird in a cage, ready to be slaughtered.
At this moment, Matlin could no longer remain calm. For the first time since he was promoted to a general, he felt the threat of death and began to panic.
"Who dares to come out and fight with your grandfather for three hundred times? What kind of hero can he be if he can only use petty tactics?" Matlin raised his sword and cursed in the dark, completely losing his previous calmness and sense of proportion.
When Matlin swung the sword, Long Wusheng knew that the person in the room was a military commander, Datian. However, there was no trace of panic in Long Wusheng's eyes, but more of excitement.
"Wu Sheng, it is not just the level of the original energy that determines life or death, and strength is not the only decisive factor in victory or defeat. The victory of the weak against the strong is a real thing, and many, many factors such as will, strategy, on-the-spot response, martial arts, and martial arts are all factors that determine life and death. It may determine the outcome of a life-and-death battle." Master's old teachings rang in my ears.
In the past, there was an assassin who used the strength of a great celestial god to kill the most powerful person, thus becoming an eternal myth in the assassin world. Today, I, Long Wusheng, will also hunt down the great general, Great Heavenly Position, in my first position as a general. At this moment, Long Wusheng's eyes were full of cruelty.
After hearing his opponent's insults, Long Wusheng didn't care at all. Have you ever heard that a tiger cares about the howling of a wild boar, and how can an eagle care about the whine of a sparrow? Only the death and disappearance of life is the greatest reward for an assassin.
Long Wusheng calculated the time and found that there was still a long, long time before dawn. The opponent in front of him was poisoned by his poison, and he seemed to be a little out of his mind at the moment. But Long Wusheng was not in a hurry to take the last step, and still whispered the magic bat sound wave skill in his mouth.
This magic bat sound wave is the secret of the eight hundred dragons. It not only makes the opponent's spirit fall into trance, but also causes physical damage. It can also echolocate, allowing Long Wusheng to navigate in the darkness with ease. It was precisely with the sound fluctuations of the magic bat that Long Wusheng could accurately know the specific locations of his opponent and Tianying Silk.
As if the Eagle Owl in the darkness was watching the peregrine falcon, which was already frightened, Long Wusheng patiently waited for the final fatal blow.
After a long time, Matlin finally ran out of patience and swung a terrifying sword energy towards the roof. Then he flew up and tried to escape from the roof. The moment he flew out of the roof, a jet-black cold front came through the air. The terrifying cold force actually condensed the surrounding rain into ice and shattered it into crumbs.
Matlin, who was well prepared, tried to slash at his opponent with his sword, only to realize that his arms were already empty.
"This cunning rat has indeed laid knives on the roof." was Matlin's last thought.
A cold front slid across my throat, and then nothing happened.
That night, the Kelda Embassy in the entire winter city was shrouded in darkness and blood.
Force is never the best solution, but it is definitely one of the most effective.
When life is not respected, when dignity is trampled on at will, when justice does not exist in the hearts of the people, then violence should be used to stop violence, killing should be used to stop killing, and blood for blood.
In the early morning, when people got up as usual, they were shocked to find that the entire Kelda embassy was covered in blood and corpses were scattered everywhere. The entire embassy was like hell, and no one survived.
"Although I never agree with the use of violence, this time is an exception." Someone said.
"He is truly a hero, a knight of the country." Someone praised him.
And the instigator of all this is Long Wusheng, one of the ten evil men in the future troubled times, this man who is respected as the cold-faced Shura by the world. At this moment, he was carefully reflecting on his night of fighting at the Kelda country embassy.
Summarizing the experience and lessons learned in every battle has been a habit he has developed since he was a child.
