Three months later, Gu Xifeng and the two were able to walk quickly on various terrains carrying poles and buckets. The water in the buckets would hardly spill out, and a large tank full of water could be filled in less than three hours.
At this time, the two of them no longer peeled garlic, but turned to peeling eggs, peeling raw eggs, quickly peeling off the hard eggshells, leaving only the eggs wrapped in a thin film.
In a hide-and-seek game in the dark, it would take Huang Xin more than a quarter of an hour to find them.
The sinister Huang Xin had no reason to teach them any more.
The days started to get easier.
On this day, Gu Xifeng and his wife completed the day's practice as usual. After returning to the small shed, Huang Xin pushed the door open and walked in. At this time, the smile that he usually wore on his face was gone, and his expression was serious.
"Gu Xifeng, Xiao Houzai, you two have passed the basic test." He went straight to the point and continued without waiting for the two of them to speak. "I wonder if you two have ever heard of Pojun and Greedy Wolf's Second Battalion."
Seeing the two men nodding, he continued: "The Pojun Camp is our Xinghe Sect's armored warriors, who are invincible on the frontal battlefield, and the Tanlang Camp is our Xinghe Sect's cavalry, who come and go like the wind, and are invincible."
"You should have heard of the three main stars of Ziwei Dou, but the Seven Kills star is not in the sequence of our Xinghe Sect. In fact, the Seven Kills is the secret hand, which is hidden in the Kaiyang Palace of our Xinghe Sect, where the sect rules and punishments are in charge. , called the Seven Killing Camp."
Gu Xifeng narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that his suspicion was about to be confirmed.
"Since the Seven Kills Battalion is a secret agent, they also carry out shady tasks. They use espionage, theft, infiltration, and assassination with all possible means."
"I, Huang Xin, am the commander-in-chief of the Seven Kills Battalion, and you two are my chosen direct disciples. You are natural night walkers."
"From today onwards, you will worship me as your master and follow me back to the Seven Kills Camp to practice. Of course, on the surface, I will still be the cook at Zaojun Pavilion. I will find a way to hide it from others."
"You can also choose to refuse. You already know the secret of my Seven Killing Camp. You should know the consequences of refusal." At this time, Huang Xin had a ferocious smile on his face, and the monkey shuddered at the sight.
Can you say no at this time? Of course not. Gu Xifeng and Gu Xifeng bowed and said in unison: "Meet Master."
Huang Xin laughed loudly and led the two of them away.
Neither of them took away their luggage, but left it in the small shed. Someone would come to take care of it every once in a while to create the illusion that someone was still living there.
Huang Xin and the other three came to the back mountain. Huang Xin blew a whistle with a strange rhythm. After a moment, a huge eagle leaned down, five or six times the size of a normal falcon.
Huang Xin jumped up, stood on the back of the eagle, and motioned for the two of them to get on the back of the eagle. The two of them sat on the back of the eagle a little nervously. The eagle spread its wings and soared into the sky. Huang Xin actually stood like this. , without any sense of instability, like an immortal walking in the air.
The giant eagle is extremely fast, and its speed is completely unmatched by the spirit crane.
In the time of a stick of incense, the giant eagle landed on another mountain peak.
On the top of the mountain, a huge and majestic palace stood on it. The three of them came to the palace door. Three large golden characters on the plaque stood out outside the pavilion under the moonlight, "Kaiyang Palace".
Huang Xin led the two of them straight into the palace. Dozens of soldiers outside the door turned a blind eye to the three of them and remained calm.
There was no one in the main hall, which seemed particularly empty. The three of them walked through the main hall to a downward step and walked down the steps.
A damp and rotten smell hit his face, and he could even smell the slightest smell of blood.
This is the dungeon.
Each small cell is surrounded by three walls and one iron fence. There are no windows and only simple straw mats. Some of the prisoners have fallen asleep, some are lying on the grass and wailing, and some are holding on to the fence with dull eyes.
There were no prisoners in some cells, only various torture instruments, which shone darkly under the dim light of the lanterns, and there were still unwashed blood stains on them.
From time to time, mice ran by, but they were not afraid of people. They stopped and stared at the three people walking with their red eyes. They were a little confused and ran away in the blink of an eye.
This gloomy environment made the two children very uncomfortable. Huang Xin frowned and said, "No one here is wronged. If you make a mistake, you will be punished accordingly."
"Remember, if you fail your mission in the future and cannot escape, kill yourself immediately. If you are caught doing our job, it will be much worse than these people. You absolutely don't want to know."
After saying that, they walked straight into the depths of the dungeon. Gu Xifeng and the other two hurriedly followed without any time to think. There were no prisoners in the depths of the dungeon.
Walking to a wall in the deepest part of the dungeon, Huang Xin knocked on it and the entire wall turned over. The three of them walked into it and the wall slowly closed again.
Walking through the long and narrow passage, the dim oil lamp flickered on and off.
"You know, these oil lamps are made from the corpses of people killed by our Seven Killing Battalion. This kind of corpse oil can burn longer, which saves the trouble of frequent replacement of lamp oil."
Huang Xin suddenly stopped and spoke gloomily.
The two of them, who were already nervous, became even more frightened when he said this, and the monkey's teeth began to chatter.
"I'm just kidding you. There's nothing so boring. You guys are not very brave. You need to practice more in the future."
Huang Xin laughed loudly and kicked him.
After such a fuss, the two children felt much calmer.
Finally reaching the end of the passage, he opened a stone door and stepped inside.
There is a cave inside, an underground palace. There is not even a guard inside. A huge pattern is visible on the farthest wall. A huge dagger is inserted into a lotus flower. The flower body is dripping with blood and the petals are falling. Poignant and eerie.
Suddenly, four figures flashed across and stood in front of the three of them.
"Greetings to the Master Killer!" The four of them said respectfully in unison. The four people were all wearing black attire and a ferocious mask that covered most of their faces. They were three men and one woman, about twenty years old.
"Excuse me, these two are my chosen disciples, Gu Xifeng and Xiao Houzai. From now on, they will be members of our Seven Kills Battalion."
The four of them nodded slightly to Gu Xifeng.
"I have twenty-eight people in the Seven Kills Camp who are responsible for guarding the Seven Kills Hall. They are on duty in groups of four. These four are Xin, Dou, Kui, and Jing. Of course, these are all code names. You will get to know the others gradually as you get along with the same sect. That’s it.”
"How about you brats? My name for the Killer sounds so domineering. I picked it myself." Huang Xin looked arrogant.
"That sounds ridiculous. You've already killed a pig. How can you be so domineering?" Monkey curled his lips and muttered in a low voice.
Just hearing a thud, a huge bump swelled up on the monkey's head.
"Boy, I have sharp ears. This is what you get for saying bad things about me, hum!" Huang Xin ducked to the monkey, punched him hard on the head, and snorted coldly.
The monkey jumped in pain, and the four star guards couldn't help but laugh at the funny look.
"Be serious, we are one of the darkest organizations in the world." Huang Xin looked serious, but the four of them did not stop laughing.
Obviously, the domineering master of murder, Mr. Huang Xin, is not a serious, rigid person on weekdays.
