Chapter 1: Leaving Home (This chapter is free)

At two o'clock in the morning, the stars and the moon were gone, and the night was dark and the wind was high.

In a dark alley, a dark figure emerged, carrying a small suitcase in his hand.

There was finally a little light outside the alley. The visitor looked back at a bungalow behind him that looked like ruins. On the collapsed wall, a big word "其" could be vaguely seen. Ye Fan shook his head and sighed: "It's so terrible that it's not cultured."

I dragged the box to the side of the road, looked up and saw that dazzling light... was a street light. Unfortunately, one was lit every now and then. Ye Fan counted it for five years.

Five years ago, Ye Fan was in the second year of junior high school and had already recognized many words. He became interested in reading and tried his best to search for all the novels he could see. He admired many characters in the novels and plots. The street lights around him unfortunately became victims of Ye Fan's role at that time. Ye Fan still remembers that the book he was reading at that time was called "The First Sword of the Wind and Clouds".

Although I am educated, my quality seems to be a little worse. However, I have never broken all the street lights, and I have left one every few to see. I am still a little more sensible than ordinary children. Moreover, this broken street light has not been repaired after five years, which is something that is more worthy of despising.

Ye Fan clenched his fists in anger, and suddenly his eyes lit up. A taxi rushed to raising his hand. Ye Fan quickly raised his hand, and the car was already whistling by. Ye Fan's hand froze in the air. In this house waiting to be demolished, the street lights were broken and no one repaired for five years. It was very difficult to pass by a taxi. He actually missed it because he was distracted for a while.

Ye Fan was heartbroken, and the sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground not far ahead soared into the sky. Under the street light, a head poked out from the window and shouted: "Where are you going?"

With such a sharp look, Ye Fan couldn't help but secretly praised, and did not forget to answer: "Train Station." Since the driver raised this question, he had to realize that he was rejected, so Ye Fan stood still.

The head retracted back into the car, and the rear reversing lights began to flash, slowly retreating to Ye Fan. The driver pushed the door and got out of the car, swept the box in Ye Fan's hand, consciously went over to open the rear car box, helped Ye Fan put the box in, and shook his head and said, "Get in the car and sit in the back. The front seat has just spilled some water, and it is wet."

Ye Fan glanced at the driver, smiled slightly, and got into the back seat.

The car started moving, and the driver looked at Ye Fan through the rearview mirror and said, "Did you go to college?"

Ye Fan said "yes".

“Where did you go?”

"City a." Ye Fan said lightly.

The dim scenery outside the window sped back and was instantly swept by the darkness. He was about to leave this place where he had lived for eighteen years, and Ye Fan sighed. During this time, he saw the driver call: "I'll take this trip and come back." "I'll get to the train station, it's very fast."

The speed of the car has increased significantly, and Ye Fan leaned against the seat, continuing to lose his mind at a loss...

Suddenly, the car braked suddenly, and Ye Fan almost flew out of the seat. As soon as he stabilized his body, the car door was opened with two "bangs". The two of them came in quickly, one left and one right, and intimately held Ye Fan in the middle, and the car started again.

Before Ye Fan could be surprised, he felt a pain in his waist. He looked down and saw a cold dagger. Its owner smiled and said, "Little brother, don't be afraid. Brothers are tight recently. I'll borrow some money to borrow money to spend."

The driver in the front row spat and said, "Fuck, I finally caught a fat sheep. This guy registered at the university and he had a 18,000-odd person."

The two guys behind looked at Ye Fan in surprise. If it weren't for the dagger on his waist, Ye Fan would have thought they admired him so much.

"IP, ic, iq card, tell me the password!" The brother on the left was excited and his lines opened.

Ye Fan smiled slightly, and his left and right hands suddenly flipped together.

Both of them saw clearly. One opened his mouth and wanted to scold him, and the other wanted to move his knife. But just as he had such an idea, Ye Fan's fist had fallen on the faces of both of them.

With a "punch", the man on the right fainted without even humming. The man on the left was squirting nosebleed and turned back, "humming" in his mouth. Ye Fan followed him without hesitation and cut him to his strength, so there was no movement.

The car had stopped at this time, but the driver did not dare to move. The dagger that had just pressed against Ye Fan's waist was already on his shoulder, with a cold light shining and a shimmering light.

The driver entered the coherence: "You... don't do anything randomly! You are a good college student, in your prime, and have a bright future. Don't do something wrong. Think about your parents, your relatives, and your friends. Do you have the heart to make them sad?"

Ye Fan smiled, lay on the back of the front chair, and said leisurely: "Brother, you are so educated, but I still want to send me to the train station."

The driver was decisive and started the car without saying a word, driving fast and steadily. At the same time, he also had a cordial conversation with Ye Fan: "Young brother, you are so skilled!"

Ye Fan smiled softly and said, "Actually, we know each other, have you forgotten?"

The driver looked up at the rear mirror and said in confusion: "No way? I don't know you!"

Ye Fan reached out and gently hit the driver's right waist and said, "Brother, have you still hurt here in the past few years?"

The driver's face changed and he stared at the rearview mirror and said, "Are you the little devil back then?"

Ye Fan smiled and said, "You can't recognize me when I grow up, but unfortunately you haven't become too old yet, and I still recognize you."

The driver just mumbled "You, you..." for a long time, but he didn't say anything. He remembered that it was five years ago, when he blocked a little boy in a secluded alley where students often walked. When he asked the other party to hand over all the pocket money in an extremely vicious way, the boy shouted "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" and rushed towards him.

He shouted as a palm, but he swung his fist, which hit his waist with his laughter.

The heart-wrenching pain is still fresh in memory today. At that time, I bent down and vomited, and then my vision blurred, and I fainted. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. The doctor said that I had not suffered much. Indeed, there was no sequelae of that punch, but only the fear in my memory. Whenever I think of it, I feel a faint pain here.

Ye Fan in the rear mirror looked more and more like a demon to him, so the car drove faster.

Isn’t this happening in Ye Fan’s eyes vivid? It was the first time and the only time he has fully used what he has learned.

Since Ye Fan was five years old, he has been learning "star killing techniques" with his father.

At that time, he didn't know what it was, but he had been studying for three years. But for Ye Fan, it was his happiest three years. His father, who had been out frequently since he could remember, had been staying at home significantly in these three years. Ye Fan had no mother. When asked about his father, he would only touch his head and smile without answering.

When he was eight years old, his father told himself that he had finished learning the "star killing technique". "Business does not mean learning. You have to walk the road in the future." This is the last sentence my father told him about "star killing technique". After that day, his father began to get busy again and began to go out frequently, until one day, he never came back. At that time, Ye Fan was just nine years old.

Ye Fan is not the kind of child who grew up with a meal. On the contrary, his father seemed to have been consciously exercising his ability to live independently. At the age of nine, he had no problem living alone, and his neighbors all sympathized with this poor child and took care of him from time to time.

So Ye Fan continued to live, go to school, practiced "star killing techniques", and continued to grow up.

Nine years passed like this, and my father never came back. The neighbors all guessed that something happened to his father outside and was no longer alive. Only Ye Fan knew that it was not the case.

Not long after his father left for the last time, Ye Fan received a letter, one that did not write the sender. There was only one card and one note in the letter. The card was a local bank card, and the money stored in it was all Ye Fan's nine-year spending. There was only one sentence on the note: "Go your own way and do what you want to do."

Ye Fan knew that this was his father.

Being able to make such an arrangement means that my father did not encounter any sudden accident, but might have encountered something that could not be avoided. Ye Fan figured out this section after he got older. From then on, he had the idea of ​​finding his father, and he believed that his father was still alive.

But the sky is vast and the earth is vast, where should I find it?

As early as when his father was gone, the kind neighbor called the police for him, but Ye Fan was really unable to provide any help to the police. He didn't know what his father's job was, nor did he know what his father did when he went out. In the end, the police even had doubts about his father's identity and even took out the wanted criminals who had disappeared in recent years for Ye Fan to identify them.

As a result, both sides got nothing, and the matter was left unresolved.

Later, Ye Fan finally realized that he could not find his father with such an ordinary method. Because his father is definitely not an ordinary person, it is all because of the "star killing technique".

Until now, Ye Fan still doesn't understand what "star killing technique" is. His father told him that he must not mention it to anyone, let alone even if his father didn't remind him like this, he wouldn't just ask a passerby what "star killing technique" is.

When he was crazy about martial arts novels, Ye Fan, like all his children, regarded the fictional things made by the novelist as real stories. When other children were infinitely imagining, Ye Fan hid aside and smiled secretly.

Everyone thinks that the martial arts world was in ancient times! Hey, you must have never imagined that there are martial arts worlds now, and my father, I, are all from the martial arts world. Our martial arts are called "star killing techniques". Ye Fan found countless similarities with the martial arts worlds in the novel from "star killing techniques". The most prominent point is that the fights have become quite powerful.

Especially after he knocked out the person who was ten years older than him, two heads taller and stronger than him, and was driving for him, 13-year-old Ye Fan experienced the artistic conception of Dugu Qiubai.

As he continued to grow up until he realized that martial arts novels were simply fabricated, Ye Fan fell back into the confusion of "star killing techniques". This feeling continued until now.

The car slowly pulled over and interrupted Ye Fan's thoughts. The driver looked at the dagger still on his neck and said slowly, "Little brother, I'm here, haven't you been wasted your time?"

"No, thank you." Ye Fan said and took back the dagger. The driver let out a long sigh, but unexpectedly Ye Fan waved everything like lightning at this time. The driver tilted his head and fell on the steering wheel.

Ye Fan threw down his dagger and got out of the car, took his suitcase, and came to the public telephone booth on the side of the road: "Hey, 110?"

"Oh, a group of people opened a black rental to commit robbery."

"Well, there are three people in total. There are license plate numbers, which is a-05623."

"Now they are at the train station, and they seem to be sleeping in the car. Come quickly, you will definitely not be able to escape!"

Ye Fan hung up the phone, breathed a sigh of relief, and finally looked at the city where he had lived for eighteen years, and turned his head toward the entrance of the railway station.
Chapter completed!