There are thousands of anglers in the world, and he is the most unique one.

He was fishing on the boat before the storm came.

He sat like a stone statue, not only did he move any movement on his body, but his eyes did not blink. If you put your hand in front of his nose, you would not even feel his breathing. But he is not a dead person, but a living person.

When he is not moving, he is like a rock, as if he has no vitality at all, but he is indeed a living person.

As the storm came, large areas of dark clouds enveloped it, causing the world to suddenly become dark, as dark as the night.

There were originally many anglers around the lake, and there were also many boats on the lake. After the storm came, they escaped as quickly as possible and returned to their safe place.

But he was still sitting at the bow of the boat like a stone statue, his hands were made of steel, holding the fishing rod that was pulled by the wind and rain steadily, and his eyes were not blinking in the storm, looking at the lake that was ripping up waves.

He was still fishing, fishing in this thick darkness.

Boom.

Lightning and thunder.

Many lightnings fell very close to the ship. In the flash, he could be seen sitting upright without any movement.

He didn't seem to know that once lightning fell on him, he would die. He seemed to have no concern for his life or death, and seemed to have wanted to die.

He just sat quietly on the boat, and the wind and rain made his whole body wet, but he had no change at all.

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly moved.

He looked up at the sky and saw a thick lightning flash falling from the sky.

The flash illuminates the surroundings.

You can see something falling in the air, with a bang, and water splashing everywhere, and the thing is transferred into the lake.

His eyes fell on the lake with that thing.

He saw it very clearly that the thing was a person.

Why are there anyone left behind? Who is that person? Where does that person come from?

Anyone would be curious, but he seemed not at all.

He still fished quietly and sat like a rock.

I don’t know how long it took, but he suddenly got up and plunged into the cold lake.

The fire burned, dispelling the chill from his body, but he didn't feel cold or warm because his eyes were staring at the person he rescued.

It was pitch black just now. He only saw clearly that it was a person, but he didn't see clearly. Now he saw clearly.

This man is just a child about four or five years old.

Did this child fall from the sky? If not, where did he come from? He didn't think about these things at first, but now he has already thought about them again.

About half an hour later, the child woke up.

The child just opened his eyes and found a sharp short knife on his neck. The short knife was held in a rock-solid and stable hand. The knife had cut a red line on his throat. No one suspected that the man dared not kill the child's life with one knife.

The child's face changed, and at this moment a cold voice sounded.

"Who are you?"

The child was pondering, he was thinking about who he was, but his mind was blank.

The tingling pain in the throat spreads into the nerves. The child's face did not look scared, but instead smiled bitterly: "I also want to know who I am?" His voice was clear and crisp, which was the unique voice of a child, but his expression and demeanor and every move made people feel as if he was an adult.

Han Tang didn't know how many strange things he had seen in his life, and how many unique people he had never seen. Before the child woke up, he had already checked the child's body with his own unique techniques.

Although his appearance is like a child, Han Tang did not have preconceived ideas and thought he was just a child. He knew that many people in the world would specially train some dwarfs as killers, so he also suspected that the child was a dwarf.

But after some inspection, I found that this was just an ordinary child.

After careful training, a person can indeed cultivate dwarfs that are similar to children, but his bone age cannot be concealed. After Han Tang investigated, he found that his bone age was indeed four or five years old.

But why is a child of four or five years old so mature? Han Tang actually felt like getting along with his fellow men of the same age.

The knife was still firmly held in the hand. The big hand slightly increased some strength, and the blood marks on the neck became deeper. As long as you add some strength, no matter whether the child in front of you is a child or not, you can only become a kind of person - a dead person.

The child also understood this truth.

Even adults in the world are hard to face death calmly, and there are almost no children, but this child seems to be the only exception.

The child smiled bitterly, and his face was a little hideous because of the sting. But the child did not struggle and seemed to have accepted his fate.

Han Tang had never seen such a person, such a calm person.

His life and death are just a matter of his thoughts. He has never hesitated to kill people and has never been ruthless, so no one has been unable to kill him so far! But this time he hesitated, should he kill?

Han Tang looked at the child's calm expression, and a thought flashed through his mind, and he had already sat down.

He said coldly: "You can't remember who you are?"

The child nodded: "Yes."

Han Tang said: "What do you remember?"

The child thought about it again: "Nothing."

This is a person who has lost his past and lost his memory.

The sword flashed, and the sword disappeared into Han Tang's sleeve.

He stared at Han Tang and said, "Your name is Feng Wuhen."

Feng Wuhen said: "My name is Feng Wuhen?"

Han Tang said: "At least your name is Feng Wuhen now."

Feng Wuhen looked at Han Tang, was silent for a moment, and said, "Yes, my name is Feng Wuhen."

Han Tang found that he was not only calm, but also smart. He would never resist things that could not resist. Han Tang, who had never hesitated, was a little hesitant again. He didn't know whether he should keep him.

However, thinking about the days of these years, bloodshots appeared in Han Tang's eyes. All the hesitation disappeared in this moment.

He has made up his mind to do something he had never done or thought of.

Han Tang withdrew his thoughts and stared at Feng Wuhen and said, "My name is Han Tang. From now on, he will be your master and your enemy."

"Enemy?"

"Not bad." Han Tang said: 'And it's your irreconcilable enemy, you must kill you.'

"Why?" Feng Wuhen said calmly: "Although I don't know who I am, I can feel that you have no grudge against me. Why do I want to kill you?"

Han Tang said coldly: "Because you don't kill me, I will kill you."

Feng Wuhen closed his mouth.

Although he was unwilling to kill, he certainly wanted to kill people compared to being killed, and there was no room for another choice.

Although Feng Wuhen has no memories of the past and doesn't even know who he is, Feng Wuhen knows that Han Tang has ulterior motives in cultivating him.

Feng Wuhen said calmly: "Yes, you are indeed my enemy whom I must kill."

A smile appeared on Han Tang's cold face and said, "It's great." He smiled very playfully, and he couldn't express his pleasure, which gave people a feeling of indescribable evil spirit.
Chapter completed!