Killing without blood, just a little red under the sword.

I don’t know when this was praised by others.

In fact, Zhongyuan Yidianhong never thought of having such a reputation when he entered the profession of killer.

Don't want to and don't need to.

The reason why his sword kills people without blood is because the sword is struck quickly and neatly.

The reason why he was so quick and neat was because he didn't want to die.

Not only did he not want to die, he also wanted others to die.

Then the only thing is to be faster and neater than others.

So his original name was very simple, maybe Xiaohong, Xiaolu, Xiaohuaxiaocao.

The sword in his hand is also very simple, unlike some swords called Peerless Sword, some swords called Wushuang, Zhuxian, Posun, etc.

His sword is a sword, a killing sword.

When a person is too famous, it may not be a good thing, just like when something becomes complicated, it may not be a good thing.

Unfortunately, sometimes by the time people understand some truths, it is already too late.

Zhongyuan Yidianhong did not regret it at this time, nor did he even feel depressed.

On the contrary, I was very happy.

Because after he escaped from the four mountain villages, he saw a person halfway up the mountain.

Just like him, he was wearing black clothes, black boots, a pale human skin mask, holding a simple sword, and a pair of colder eyes under the mask.

Seeing such a person, he seemed to see his past self, so simple.

Simply eat, drink, and kill.

Come back to eat, drink water, and kill people.

He doesn't practice swordsmanship.

He practices swordsmanship just to kill people.

So when he kills people, he is just practicing his sword.

Until he started to become famous, every time the money bag he brought back from a murder became heavier, it seemed that something had changed and was no longer pure...

silence.

Communication between killers only requires eyes, atmosphere, and life.

Zhongyuan Yidianhong could feel his life passing by, but his hand holding the sword was as steady as ever.

Before death, you can regain the most familiar feeling.

Just like when he was a child and saw the girl he liked looking back at him with a smile when he was a child, he was so excited, his blood was boiling, and he risked his life!

bass--

bass--

Two people, two swords, unsheathed at the same time.

Passing by from different angles.

Two blood flowers spattered.

Zhongyuan Dianhong's heart felt cold and he knelt down on the ground. The hot blood slid from his chest to his belly and into his navel.

The other man also had a sword wound on his body and his left shoulder was slashed.

But he was obviously used to it, and even the depth and location of the wound had been calculated in his mind the moment he took action.

When a killer kills, he never thinks about how to protect himself, but how to kill the other person in the most straightforward way, even if he pays the price of injury.

If Zhongyuan Yidianhong had not been injured in the first place, this would not be the current outcome.

But alas...

The strange killer walked towards the Central Plains.

Zhongyuan turned a little red and lay on his back.

Two pale faces stared at each other.

Zhongyuan smiled a little red and opened her lips tremblingly.

"Huh?" The strange killer leaned down. He thought Zhongyuan Dianhong was going to say his last words, asking him to help take the money he had received to his relatives, or asking the island owner why he wanted to kill him.

But he never expected that what Zhongyuan Dianhong said was: "I really want to go back to the past, when it was simpler!"

The strange killer closed his eyes for Zhongyuan Yidianhong, stood up, and looked at Zhongyuan Yidianhong who had passed away with some blank eyes.

What is simplicity?

What is not simple?

He looked at the sky again. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the dark sky looked like a face crying in mourning.

A few drops of rain fell on his face, like round pearls and smooth broken jade. Then more rain washed the ground, and the fine rain strands weaved a gray curtain between the sky and the earth.

...

An hour later.

Inside the Four Places Village.

A large number of players and bandits gathered outside the courtyard, and the atmosphere was tense.

Jiang Dali's burly figure stood like an iron tower in the yard, surrounded by people, standing like a demon king in the smoke-like autumn rain, staring coldly at the corpse on the ground with his arms folded across his chest.

The pale human skin mask was torn off, and what you got was an equally pale and featureless face.

In addition to a sword, a fatal wound piercing the heart and wounds from previous battles, this man didn't even have a tael of silver, let alone a sword manual that could kill people without blood.

Jiang Dali put his finger into the opponent's heart and made a gesture, confirming that it was a fatal blow, and he died with the same sharp sword.

"Is it a killer organization? Qingyi Tower has been destroyed. Is he from the Black Hand, or the Qinglong Society? Or some other unknown organization?"

Jiang Dali frowned and couldn't think of anything.

Even though I had heard of the name of Zhongyuan Yidianhong in my previous life, I still didn’t know his origin. After the middle stage of the game, I had never heard of this person again. I think he was probably dead.

A killer's desire to retire is as impossible as a peach blossom's desire to bloom in winter. Taking this path means handing over his life at any time.

Except for Jiang Dali, an amateur killer.

He suddenly missed Lu Xiaofeng's woman Xu Wei.

Although Qingyi Tower was destroyed, Xu Wei was definitely not dead because Lu Xiaofeng was protecting him. Maybe the other party knew the information behind Zhongyuan Yidianhong.

"Carry this man's body and severed hand down. If Chu Liuxiang wants to come and collect it, tell him to collect it for 10,000 taels of silver, otherwise there will be no discussion!"

Jiang Dali waved his hand and ordered to go down.

Looking up at the gloomy sky above his head, he felt inexplicably irritated. There was always a feeling that something was beyond his control, or even an illusion that there was an eye staring at him from the dark.

Because he was not sure, he might even be too sensitive and suspicious, so he could only attribute it to an illusion.

Fortunately, when he turned to look at the person embroidering behind the screen in the room, he felt a little reassured.

There are so many powerful people in this world of mixed martial arts. Fortunately, he made the right move to save Dongfang.

At least from now on, there will be a strong alliance, so that we will not be alone all the time.

Even though Dongfang Bubai sometimes appears to not take anyone seriously, showing a cold, aloof and self-admiring look, he still won't stand by and watch when someone he recognizes is in danger.

"I don't know which bastard paid a lot of money to ask Zhongyuan Yidianhong to assassinate me. Damn it! Don't let me catch you. If you do, you must beat the shit out of me!"

Jiang Dali shook the raindrops off his black cloak and strode into the house. When he heard Wang Yuyan's slight drunken snoring in the side bedroom, his heart suddenly moved and he thought of someone.

"Could it be that villain Murong Fu?"

"Hiss! It's very possible that he is this hypocrite. The Murong family's financial resources are definitely enough for him to spend a lot of money to invite Yidianhong from Zhongyuan, and he also has a reason to invite Yidianhong to kill me."

"But it's so obvious that I can guess that he may have ordered the assassination, and it doesn't look like it was his handiwork."

Jiang Dali clenched his fist violently, making a crunching sound, his eyes flashing coldly, "Whether he is this bastard or not, I will treat him as him, so I am sure to hit him!"

I glanced at the autumn rain still falling in the sky.

Jiang Dali gave up the idea of ​​returning to Huizhou today.

Summoning the players Yin Feng Shuang Sha, they threw the secret map of the lonely old man's ancient tomb that had been rubbed out from the Love Sword Box to the two of them.

The two of them were immediately surprised when they saw this.

Jiang Dali said calmly, "The lonely old man's grave is in a forest not far from Luoyang City. The most conspicuous symbol is a big black cauldron in front of the grave.

After you have tidied up the fortress, bring some people there, enter the ancient tomb according to the method recorded on the map, and move all the valuable jewelry inside back to the fortress.

Anyone who dares to rob me should immediately report the name of Jiang Dali, the leader of Heifeng Village, and if anyone is dissatisfied, please inform me immediately."

"Yes, village leader, please rest assured that we, the couple, will definitely complete the mission."
To be continued...