The millennium restarts, May 13th of the lunar calendar!
On the day of extinction in ancient times, hundreds of millions of creatures were reborn.
On the right day - Guan Yu, the martial sage - Qinglong Yanyue was sharpening his sword, and the most mysterious legend in the East was opened throughout the ages.
The thirteenth day of the yin day - the sun is full of murderous intent, landslides and tsunamis, wild waves rushing to the sky, ghosts crying and gods roaring, and murderous intentions everywhere.
Liyang Ancient Town - Zhang's Ancient House.
On the night of the blood moon, a miserable scream was like a sharp arrow piercing the night sky, and like a horn blowing to call for souls.
The shrill screams and the cutting sounds of flesh intertwined, one after another, like the gloomy nocturne of hell, continuing, struggling, and destroying...
The similarity between time and water droplets is that their passage is so natural and their disappearance is so sudden.
The last drop of water seeped into Zhang Ping's face, and the five-year-old boy woke up.
But he would rather sleep in a dream forever, sleeping in the past, than wake up and face the tragedy of annihilating his family overnight.
The original origin of the Zhang family cannot be traced back, and it has taken hundreds of years for the Zhang family to change their surname. For the sake of the continuation of the ethnic group, constantly changing their surnames is indeed an effective move, allowing them to survive to this day.
Among the many ancient clans, many races intermarried and died out, and many races disappeared in the vast river of history. Only the Zhang family has been passed down, and it still retains the purest ancient bloodline.
The ancient Zhang family has a very strange blood inheritance. Each generation is passed down only once, and they must be male. They have never had two sons or one daughter. This strange blood inheritance was once considered a mysterious curse. .
Everything has advantages and disadvantages. Although the Zhang family has been passed down from generation to generation, each generation of men has a special ability that is different from ordinary people. For example, Zhang Ping's father has two hearts in his body and has amazing physical fitness. Zhang Ping's grandfather can see ten miles away. So close at hand, my great-grandfather lifted thousands of kilograms as if it were nothing...
And Zhang Ping also possesses a special power - heaven-defying intelligence.
Zhang Ping, who is only five years old, has thousands of books in his mind. He can score perfect marks on the college entrance examination questions and can make deductions in ten lines at a glance.
Underneath a strong brain, there is a weak constitution. Fortunately, his family is still wealthy, he has a loving mother and a loving father. Under the careful care of his family, he gradually improves. Zhang Ping lived in joy and happiness almost every day in his childhood. However, all of this failed. Stop that blood moon night.
A group of men in black broke into the Zhang Mansion and killed everyone on sight. His father hid Zhang Ping in a doghouse in the corner. Through the gaps in the straw, he watched his relatives fall into a pool of blood one by one. The blood covered the entire Zhang Mansion. Everything was dyed red, and even the moon in the sky turned into a blood moon. There was no happiness in his young heart, only fear and despair.
The bloody massacre lasted until early morning. Zhang Ping, who was hiding in the haystack, did not carefully get out until the murderer left. The endless fear made him forget the numbness of his legs. He fled the scene of the murder in despair. After running for several miles, Finally I saw a passerby.
When he came forward to ask for help full of hope, what he saw was a pair of greedy and vicious eyes. Misfortunes never come singly, and what he encountered turned out to be a group of human traffickers.
From then on, Zhang Ping, the only bloodline of the Zhang family of the ancient desolate tribe, and a humble child beggar at the bottom of society, the two were ruthlessly equated.
Humiliated, beaten, and maimed, overnight, a five-year-old child saw the ugliness of the world. He lived in the darkest corner of the world in the most humble way, living as tenaciously as a cockroach.
The only reason that keeps him alive is revenge!
Due to his weak body, Zhang Ping was often unable to compete with stray dogs for food. Even if he was bitten and bruised, he would never give up the leftovers. He grew up slowly amid the garbage and beatings.
His incredible intelligence was used to learn the most humble skills, such as stealing, trapping, and poisoning... He used the massive collection of books in his mind to extract giant poisons from household garbage, and watched the traffickers bleed at his feet with a smile on his face. , used seemingly perfect techniques to forge a natural crime scene, when he was ten years old.
After getting rid of the control, Zhang Ping did not take off his identity as a child beggar. His long-term inhuman life made him abnormally fall in love with this profession, because he likes to hide in dark corners and observe the human nature with his pure and sinister eyes. ugly.
While he was appreciating the warmth and warmth of the world through his identity as a beggar, he was studying crazily. He had almost all the books in the library stored in his mind. Architects, psychologists, chemistry experts, physics experts... were all in line with his standards. Here, full score is the standard for passing the exam.
Dignity and warmth seem to have been forgotten for thousands of years, so long that these words have faded out of his cognition, living for the sake of living, living for the sake of complexity, deceiving, robbing, killing...
Qian Sanpi
The top fighter in the underground boxing world and the largest underworld giant in the world, his power sweeps the entire world.
He has always been at the top of the list of killers. Countless killers regard killing Qian Sanpi as the highest honor in life. The best record is that his neck was broken by his own hands.
Looking at the face in the newspaper, his hands were bleeding again and again. He didn't know what grudges a commoner had with the underworld giants. He didn't want to know, and he didn't want to know, because there was no need to know. He only knew about money. Sanpi must die, this is the only reason for him to live in this world.
When things go to extremes, they must be reversed; when things are at their extremes, they will be unstoppable.
The bloody facts tell the world that revenge does not require a strong body, because the strongest boxer's heart was broken by Qian Sanpi's punch.
Revenge does not require a professional killer, because he killed nine of the top ten killers, and the last one went crazy.
Those who can take revenge are weak, extremely weak, weak enough to be ignored by everyone, including Qian Sanpi.
Qian Xia, as its name suggests, is the largest financial center in the world. The wealth inside is enough to affect the economic balance of the entire world. In fact, the real meaning of Qian Xia is Qian Sanpi's building, referred to as Qian Xia.
The sun shines directly on the top floor of the 100-story Qian Building, and the huge high-altitude glass shines on a tall body, pulling out a long black figure.
Loneliness, loneliness, when a person's wealth is enough to shock the world, when a person's body is so strong that no one can kill him, he is indeed very lonely. This is exactly what Qian Sanpi feels when he is standing at the top.
There is only one room and one person on the top floor of Qian Mansion - Qian Sanpi. Unless he is willing, there will be no living person standing here. Even the number one killer at that time can only stop on the next floor.
However, today, he saw a living person at the door, and he was also a pale and skinny child. He was just slightly stunned for a moment, and suddenly a person flashed in his mind. Sloppy beggar.
"Haha, it's interesting. You are the first living person to stand here. I really want to know how you got up here." Qian Sanpi looked at Zhang Ping with some amusement, who was severely stunted and even deformed.
Hey, Zhang Ping pointed to the elevator behind him, "I came up here begging for food." His expression seemed a little impatient, and he seemed to be laughing at Qian Sanpi's IQ.
Yes, of course the beggar is begging for food, and of course the elevator is for walking. He doesn't have wings, so he can't fly up. Even Qian Sanpi feels that he is indeed an idiot for this question.
"Haha, interesting!"
"So, are you here to kill me?" Qian Sanpi looked at Zhang Qi and felt like laughing.
"Yes, is that okay?" Zhang Ping answered seriously.
"Yes, yes, yes." Qian Sanpi said yes three times in a row, trying hard to suppress his laughter, and asked: "Excuse me, this killer, how do you plan to kill me?"
"I haven't thought about it yet." Zhang Qi replied after thinking seriously for a while.
Phew, Qian Sanpi finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He laughed, holding his stomach and laughing with snot and tears. This was probably the funniest joke he had ever heard in his life.
Zhang Ping looked at him seriously, very seriously, like a test taker staring at a high-scoring math question, and then uttered a sentence that made Qian Sanpi not know how to laugh:
"it should be OK."
The crazy laughter wore away Qian Sanpi's patience. 0.175 seconds later, his bullet accurately hit Zhang Ping's left femoral artery, causing Zhang Ping to fall to the ground.
Qian Sanpi was very confident in his gun. He once defeated the world champion of moving target shooting with his own hands. He knew the result the moment the bullet came out of the chamber.
Loneliness and loneliness made him cherish the "killer" in front of him very much. He also wanted to know how a beggar came up in a place where even the top killers could not reach for so many years, so he moved the bullet from his head to his leg.
There was no resistance, no block, nothing. He was just hit beautifully and fell down beautifully.
Zhang Ping's reaction once again stunned Qian Sanpi. He even went a little crazy. Is this a killer? Was it sent by his opponent to disgust him?
Qian Sanpi didn't believe it, absolutely didn't believe it. If his security system couldn't protect even a beggar, he would have died a thousand times, ten thousand times. But now, Zhang Ping who appeared in front of him looked like someone was ruthlessly killing him. He slapped him in the face, so he angrily raised the gun again, and with a gunshot, the second bullet hit the artery of Zhang Ping's other leg again.
This is an ordinary beggar, an ordinary beggar who even has the luxury of eating an extra bowl of leftovers. Blood pours out from Zhang Ping's weak body like a floodgate. The bright red floor is intertwined with Zhang Ping's pale face. A strange picture.
Qian Sanpi couldn't help but feel a little angry, and then looked at Zhang Ping a little discouraged. He didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that he, a top gangster, successfully subdued an ordinary beggar, and even used his most proud gun. To him, it was a humiliation, a naked humiliation.
Blood kept pouring out like an overturned water dish, spreading along the smooth floor. The strong smell of blood made Qian Sanpi feel the excitement of death. He subconsciously took a few deep breaths. Only the smell of blood could make him Temporarily forgetting loneliness and loneliness, this was a biological habit left behind by him for many years of killing.
The smell of blood slowly slid down his nose into his lungs, making him moan sickly in comfort. A faint sweetness, like the aftertaste of coffee, made Qian Sanpi laugh involuntarily.
Sweet? Almost soaked in the smell of blood, Qian Sanpi's sensitivity to blood is almost instinctive.
wrong!
When this thought just flashed through his mind, Zhang Ping in front of him was divided into two, two into four, and four into eight...
poison!
Almost as an instinctive reaction of his limbs, Qian Sanpi pulled the trigger again at the fastest speed in his life...
Qian Sanpi, the human being who stood at the top of the survival chain, was now huddled in front of Zhang Ping like a broken sack.
The large-caliber bullet passed through Zhang Ping's arm. The huge impact was like a hand, ruthlessly tearing off his arm. The remaining half was an irregular bone. The severed limb passed over his face and stabbed into one of his arms. Eye.
This didn't even make him blink his other eye. He slowly pulled out the severed limb and threw it on the ground, like throwing away a rag. The huge pain made the corner of his mouth twitch, and the massive blood loss made his eyes blur. His eyes were all blurry, except for his other remaining eye, which was a pearl in the dark night, so bright that there was no variegation at all.
For several years, Zhang Ping prepared toxins for himself every day. Every time he woke up from the pain in the middle of the night, even the slightest accident was enough to kill him on the spot, but he still had strong willpower to sustain him. Come down.
Cultivate poison for a thousand days, use it in a moment.
Now the poison in his body has reached the limit that Zhang Ping's weak body can bear. His blood is his weapon. If he smells it, he will faint, and if he sucks it, he will die.
Ten years of planning, only one day.
Although his weak body caused him a lot of pain, it gave him the most effective way to confuse his opponents.
His heaven-defying brain became his only source of revenge. Facing the strongest man standing at the top of the world, any weapon was pale and powerless. Only blood was the most reliable weapon.
Everything has been deduced tens of thousands of times in Zhang Ping's mind in units of seconds, and all possibilities have been repeatedly calculated again and again, from the time when the blood smells, to the time when the toxicity occurs, to when he loses a lot of blood. The time of coma is exactly the same.
The only thing that ensures that all these plans can be implemented is Qian Sanpi's confidence.
If Qian Sanpi was not a man standing at the top of the human biological chain, if Qian Sanpi was not a man often at the top of the killer reward list... then the first time Zhang Ping appeared in front of him was a corpse, so when Qian Sanpi When Sanpi saw Zhang Ping for the first time, instead of pulling a gun but smiling confidently, Zhang Ping knew that his plan was successful.
Qian Sanpi's body is indeed extremely strong, and his brain can still remain awake under such strong anesthesia. Zhang Ping has done many similar experiments. Based on the data, it is inferred that even the strongest adults cannot survive for a few days. May wake up.
Qian Sanpi's eyes reflected Zhang Ping's cold one eye, flashing with bloodthirsty light, but with a hint of youthful innocence. Zhang Ping's weirdness made him feel unprecedented fear, and he wanted to shrink back in horror. However, there was no response from his body at all, and even his begging for mercy was forcibly blocked deep in his chest...
The huge gunshots attracted the attention of the guards, and soon the sound of the elevator door being knocked open was heard. The elevator reached 50 meters, and the fastest record in the world was 5.56 seconds.
Zhang Ping silently counted the time, everything was in his calculations, his mouth full of blood was smiling like sunshine. This was the brightest and happiest smile in his life, but when Qian Sanpi saw it, Later, this weird smiling face became the most terrifying sight in his life.
The loud knocking on the door gave Qian Sanpi a glimmer of hope. Looking at Zhang Ping with both legs disabled, at this distance, his bodyguards would have already arrived by the time he got close to him, so Qian Sanpi smiled.
Seeing Qian Sanpi's sneer, Zhang Ping also smiled happily. Then, in the eyes of Qian Sanpi with disbelief on his face, he thrust his other hand towards the ground, and his thin and emaciated arm burst into pieces. There was a clicking sound of bones, and with this thrust, the blood-soaked ground became very slippery, providing good inertia, allowing Zhang Ping's body to quickly slide towards Qian Sanpi.
In order to enter this level, Zhang Ping went through multiple extremely sophisticated designs, but one of the most unavoidable prerequisites was that he could not carry any weapons. He originally wanted to use his identity to poison Qian Sanpi, but now it seems that this is not feasible. Qian Sanpi He seemed to understand this truth, but when he saw the "weapon" raised by Zhang Ping, his smile froze in the air and eventually turned into a face of fear.
Because Zhang Ping's weapon is his hand, the broken hand, the broken hand with sharp bones!
The remaining hand wandered around Qian Sanpi's body, finding the third and fourth ribs skillfully and accurately, and inserted it slowly with all his strength. A soft object was as pitiful as the 5-year-old Zhang Qi. Block.
Heart, the dark heart that he had been looking forward to for more than ten years.
Goodbye! My life.
Zhang Ping's heart had never been at peace, everything was over.
Then Zhang Ping pressed down hard...
boom……
At the moment when it pierces the heart, suddenly, the whole building suddenly explodes violently. The exaggerated impact is like a missile detonating next to you. The sound is invisible, and it seems that even the remaining Every sound became insubstantial.
At the moment of the explosion, a flash of extremely black light suddenly lit up, instantly turning into a huge black hole.
The black hole shines with light that is pure black to the extreme, and a mysterious eternal aura permeates it. Just one look will instantly swallow the entire soul.
This is definitely not something that should exist in this world. This is the only thought in Zhang Ping's mind.
Before he could continue thinking, the black hole suddenly stretched out a big black hand, and the huge suction force grasped Zhang Ping's body that was torn apart by the explosion.
As he was dying, he seemed to hear a sound in his ears, a strange sound like the friction between machinery and teeth: "Congratulations No. 108118..."
