The Desolate Sword Chapter, I am about to lose my life.

The yellow leaves remain wind and rain, and the brothels are orchestrastic.

New knowledge is subject to poor customs, and old good things are separated from each other.

The heart is broken and the wine of Xinfeng will relieve sorrows thousands.

——Li Shangyin·Storm

"Boss, your letter."

The subordinates who walked into the stone house reported softly, for fear of disturbing the leader who was reading the book.

However, his voice still aroused a slight echo in the simple and empty stone house, so that the man in black who was sitting by the window suddenly turned around, his eyes as if he was like a knife, making people feel cold to the bone.

"Just let go."

He ordered lightly, but his face wearing a human skin mask had no expression.

Looking at the leader's bright eyes, his subordinates couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable, and quickly put down the letter and prepared to withdraw.

"Wait a moment."

Suddenly, when he heard the leader say something, he felt that his wrist tightened and the boss had already locked the pulse door.

The subordinate who didn't know where the mistake was made was shocked. A thin cold sweat oozed out from his forehead, but he still didn't dare to struggle and just let the leader deal with it.

"Why has the blood in your body not spread out for two months?"

After letting go of his wrist, the leader pondered for a moment, and then ordered, "Xiao Yue, I'll call Dr. Lang to come and see for you. The one who hurts Fengfu acupoint is very important.

You must have a good rest and don’t fall into the root of the disease.”

"ah?

Yes, yes.”

The young subordinate named Xiaoyue just reacted and replied in surprise and gratitude, "It's okay for subordinates to be injured. Don't worry, boss, anyway, it doesn't matter if you die."

"A killer is also a human being. Don't think that your life is a mustard of grass!"

Looking at the mountain scenery outside the window in late spring, the leader's voice was as harsh as a reprimanding, "Remember, no matter what situation you encounter, you must live first. There is no one in my subordinates who want to die if you don't want to survive!"

"It's...I'm remembering it."

Xiaoyue's voice was a little choked and he nodded vigorously.

When I was performing a task last time, I suffered a serious internal injury. After a while of treatment, I no longer felt abnormal, so I didn't care about it. I didn't expect that the boss would see it today.

He is so concerned and sympathetic to a little person like himself - the leader really doesn't look like a killer king!

“Go out.”

The leader let go of his hand, turned on the book again, and there was still no expression on his face wearing a human skin mask.

He turned the book again to the page he was reading when his subordinates came in-

It is a five-character regulated verse by Li Yishan, "Storm".

It's really strange... the boss actually likes this kind of poetry and songs?

When he quit, Xiao Yue couldn't help but feel a little strange. You must know that this person is Qiu Huyu, the boss of the world's largest killer organization! With the rapid rise of the organization in recent years, his mysterious and cold decisions are almost as famous as the leader of the White Dao Tingxuelo in the underworld.

Fengyu Organization-However, he finally knew the prose when the leader named this organization.

Isn’t a killer leader who reads Tang poetry more surprising than anything else?

Outside the window was the drizzle in late spring. Seeing the young subordinate walking out, Qiu Huyu sighed and put his hand on the mask, feeling the scar behind the mask being ached faintly.

Three years... Every time it is rainy, it still hurts, as if repeatedly reminding him that there was such a bloody and cruel past in his life! It was a nightmare that he would never forget in his life.

Everyone knows that Fengyu Organization is the most famous assassination organization in the world; everyone knows that Fengyu's leader is Qiu Huyu... Boss Qiu.

However, no one knew that he had another name: Lei Chuyun.

It was a dead man's name. That name, along with the names of all the Lei family in Pili Hall, was engraved on a tombstone in a desolate mass grave.

And now no one remembers it in the world.

After all, the eldest young master of the Lei family who died at the age of twenty was famously weak, kind and ignorant in the world when he was alive. He recited poems and lyrics like a literati and poet all day long, leaning against the red and green, and was not like a martial arts man at all.

Therefore, when Tingxue Tower was about to trample the Jiangnan, Xiao Yiqing, the young overlord who was talented, took advantage of his weakness and sent only one person to dissolve the entire Pili Hall, reducing the cost of conquest to the lowest point.

Thinking of this, a slightly sarcastic smile appeared in the eyes behind Qiu Huyu's mask, he shook his head, and picked up the letter he had just sent by his subordinates.

The letter was marked with five red points, indicating that this was the highest-level assassination order received by the organization. With Fengyu’s current reputation, if you take on such a five-point blood task, you will have to receive at least 100,000 taels of silver.

He opened the letter—

Name: Garuo.

Identity: High Priest of the Moon Worshiping Cult.

Bid: 100,000 taels.

Later, use a red pen to inject "gold".

He was slightly moved.

Killing a person with a hundred thousand gold is almost a sky-high price! Who can afford such a high price?

Who would kill that person at such a price? His eyes moved to the end of the letter paper and suddenly stopped - there, there were three words clearly written on the snow-white letter paper:

Listen to the snow tower!

The sound of wind and rain outside the window suddenly turned into a heavy blow, and the sky was as gloomy as ink - like the bloody night of slaughtering three years ago!

"This, this, and this person... took it out and killed it.

“These are useful.

Give the Gu and join the Death Soldiers Team.

"The few here picked out their tendons and told their families to redeem them - each of them was killed if they were less than three days."

In the prison of Tingxuelou, the prisoners brought back after conquering the Jiangnan gangs this time were sealed.

A large group of people were crowded with bloody faces. Everyone looked at the hand that was facing them, manipulating the power of life and death, which turned out to be a woman.

The face is covered with a veil, standing in the blood, so cold.

Outside the window was a dark and silent night, and inside the prison was also a dead silence. Occasionally, when someone was caught, he screamed and cried out because of extreme fear and tension. He immediately received a cold order - "Pull it out and kill it!"

"Miss Jing, have you killed too many?"

Finally, when the slender fingers hit another pile of people again, a handsome man next to him couldn't help but speak. Looking at the many children who were crying in the crowd, he felt a little compassion: "In my opinion, these eight or nine-year-old children can't become a climate, so let it go."

"Master of the Third Floor, I didn't expect you to be very kind..." The woman with a veil sneered coldly, suddenly laughed and said, "Do you know?"

When I was five years old, someone killed my mother. I found my enemy at the age of fifteen and killed his whole family!”

Her eyes fell on the man in white like lightning, and there was a cruel smile on the corner of her mouth: "So, don't underestimate the children... The third floor master! I would rather let those old guys over 80 than let the children under 8!"

Without looking at the shocked look of her colleague next to her, she turned around and made a gesture to the knife and axeman: "Pull it all out and kill it!"

When I issued the order of death to those who were desperate and frightened, especially looking at the young crying children in the crowd, a cruel smile suddenly flashed in her bright eyes after the veil. Those useless children who only know how to cry... In fact, if you leave your life, it is useless to grow up. It is better to die early and be reborn early.

No one expected that, and even she herself did not expect that in two years, she would see the first girl who did not cry under the same circumstances. However, it was that child who destroyed everything!

The group of people about to be killed let out a shocking cry, and their heads were cut off when they resisted wildly. The rest either cursed or cried and begged incoherently. However, the eyes behind the veil were completely indifferent, as if they had seen too many such scenes, their hearts were as cold as iron and no longer shaken.

Driven by the swordsman, the crowd walked outside at an extremely slow speed.

Suddenly, as if I had discovered something unusual, the woman in Feiyi, who was called "Miss Jing", raised her hand again: "The third one on the right, come out!"

Her hand pointed at a bloody man in the crowd, dragging heavy shackles.

The person who was pointed out was very young, but one of the few people who could still maintain their rationality. When fear came to an end, he never made any out of control.

But when he was heading towards death, he was suddenly picked out again. He was shocked and he couldn't help but hesitate and bewildered.

He turned his face, and although his face was covered in blood, he could still tell that he was a handsome boy.

"His grandma, Miss Jing asked you to go out! Are you deaf?"

A knife and an axe immediately pushed him out.

The eyes behind the veil looked at him quietly for a moment, and whispered: "Take it back, I have something to ask him."

"If you want to kill, kill, what else can I say!"

In another uninhabited cell, the boy said coldly to the terrifying woman, as if he had accepted death calmly, gritting his teeth, "Don't imagine that I will surrender to you Tingxue Tower!"

"Oh, I didn't expect you to have some backbone..." After the veil, he looked at him with cold eyes for a moment, his lips slightly raised, and suddenly he said: "Lei Chuyun, do you know who I am?"

She slowly raised her hand and pulled down the veil.

“It’s you?

!”

At that moment, the young man who had been calm all the time seemed to be hit by lightning and blurted out, "Why... how could it be you!"

Yes... he recognized this woman! It was the singer she had rescued from the evil boys a few months ago! At that time, he took her in to linger in the Lei Mansion for more than a month, recovered from her injuries before sending her away.
To be continued...