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What was the cemetery like?

Lonely? Sad? Sad? Or the loneliness of being separated by life and death?

Within the simple small mound of earth were the people who had lived before buried. On the surface of the mound, there were carvings of a few simple words.

Just a few days later, the still-plump Undead might still be reluctant to leave the world, using their greedy and sorrowful gazes to stare at unfamiliar or familiar places, reminiscing about the past.

Months, years, decades. However, there was only a pile of white bones, a handful of dirt, and a stone tablet that had erased the words on it. Probably kept the shape of the grave, but it was also a kind of luck.

If he died, what would he leave behind?

How many people can leave traces of life in their years?

If the dead were to die and the living were to remember them, then they would die with no regrets.

The killers of Jiu Jiu Hall would all be brought here by their masters to listen to a few short sentences before their first assassination attempt:

This is the place where your seniors are buried.

Your bones will be buried here if they can be found.

Remember here, you won't be afraid of strangers after you die.

It was like a bewitching trick, but it was direct to the extreme.

Looking at the new grave before him, for some reason, a thought appeared in his mind: Return home.

The Hall of Poison was their "home". To be able to be buried in the graveyard of the Poison Hall, they had at least returned home after death. Lying beside them was the person who had lived a very similar life as them. It was either the person who came before them, or … A companion who stood shoulder to shoulder before death.

Here, even the wind seemed desolate.

Killers are born into death, live in death, and end in death …

"What do you think?"

The silhouette stood a step behind him and asked, "What does Master want to ask?"

"Blood Moon …" And quicksand. " The green-clothed young master narrowed his eyes as he looked at the tombstone inscribed with the words "Blood Moon", seemingly deep in thought.

Shadow was silent for a moment. "I think Master handled it well."

The green-robed young master looked at him, then turned back to look at him, "Is that alright? This time, it was because the blood moon was already dead and Drifting Water was heavily injured. In addition, he couldn't have killed her in the first place … The next time will be troublesome. "

The silhouette said indifferently, "Next time, just kill him directly."

The green-robed young man chuckled, "You're right." After a moment of silence, he asked, "How is your injury?"

The silhouette replied, "There are no longer any major problems."

The young man in cyan lifted his hand and touched the stone monument in front of him. He then smiled and said, "It's cold."

The silhouette replied, "The stone is naturally cold."

The green-robed young master nodded his head in agreement, "That's right, the stone is indeed cold."

A trace of doubt flashed in the shadow's eyes. He didn't understand what the green-clothed gongzi meant, so he didn't reply.

The Young Master knocked on the monument lightly with his finger, a smile still etched on his lips: "How many members of the Beggar Gang survived?"

The silhouette continued, "Other than Vice Sect Master Jiang, who was waiting for me at the foot of the mountains behind the Puppet Palace, the rest of them are all dead."

The man asked, "Are you sure?"

The silhouette nodded her head: "This subordinate has sent a message to Zhongli Shen, asking her to lead the way, and go all the way to the Dark Puppet Palace to save the situation, all the way to the back of the Puppet Palace to await the arrival of the Brotherhood. Zhong Lizhu cut off all remnants of the gang and Jiang was the only one left. According to Feng Qiong's report, she left the rear mountain range after personally watching Mo Xiao unlock the mechanism core.

The green-robed young master said with satisfaction, "Well done." He would give the most comprehensive answer when the young master was absolutely certain that he would be able to succeed. Then, he would report everything that had happened as soon as the result was – this was what the young master had requested of his shadow.

The silhouette remained expressionless as he continued to ask, "Master, how do you plan on dealing with Jiang Suo?"

The green-clothed gongzi turned around to face him and pondered: "The original plan was to let Jiang Suo, who had a shallow mark on his face, and Wen Qihua return to the Beggar's Gang together. However, with such wounds, it was clearly impossible for him to let him go. He could only let Xuanyuan Yin take his place, right? But... This way, the nether valley was lacking shallow marks and Xuanyuan Yin. It would be even harder for him to control the entire nether valley with just Gong Tianyi alone. There are quite a few people in the Puppet Palace who specialize in disguising themselves, but at the moment, there is no one who can be trusted, so we can only give up. "

The silhouette said, "This subordinate has a recommendation."

The green-robed young master was startled and asked, "Who?"

The silhouette said, "Liuyuan."

"Flowing Yuan?" The green-robed young man thought for a moment. "He can disguise himself?"

The silhouette replied: "He is the direct disciple of the magic halo, other than the magic halo, his disguise technique should be the most superb in the entire wine hall. Flowing Words Hall itself is the existence of auxiliary branches. Even though Flowing Yuan is the hall master, with the Vice Hall Master Flowing Sand here, there shouldn't be any big problems at Flowing Words Hall. "

The green-robed young master asked, "If he is compared to Drifting Water, who is more skilled in the art of disguise?"

The silhouette said, "It might be a little better for Drifting Water, but Liu Yuan's appearance changing technique is definitely stronger than Xuanyuan Yin's."

The smile on the young master's face became even more pronounced. "Sure, then go and arrange it. It will definitely be a good show then."

The silhouette bowed slightly, "Please be at ease, Master. Nothing bad will definitely happen this time around."

The green-robed young man looked at him and nodded. He then turned around and said, "I want to stay for a while. You go ahead first."

The silhouette replied in a low voice, "Yes, your subordinate will take his leave." Taking two steps back, he turned around and left.

— —

"Flowing Yuan!" How can you agree? " Quicksand pushed the door open and rushed in, shouting angrily.

Liu Yuan's gaze moved from the jade box in his hands to Flowing Sand's face, and he asked indifferently: "What do you agree to?"

Quicksand said: "To disguise himself as the Deputy Sect Master of the Beggar Gang! "Let's not talk about what will happen if you are discovered, just say that if you want to disguise as Jiang Suo, you'll have to make yourself covered in injuries!"

Liu Yuan laughed, "Why are you cursing my failure?"

Flowing Sand took a deep breath, his face still filled with anger: "Why did you agree? I should be the one to suffer for all my deeds, why would I need you to do it for me? "

Liu Yuan said, "You are mistaken. I am not receiving punishment for you. This is not a punishment. Furthermore, even if it's a punishment, I should still be punished. It has nothing to do with you.

Quicksand asked, "How come it has nothing to do with me? If you want to punish him, you should punish me! "

Liu Yuan laughed in a low voice, with ridicule in his eyes: "You know how to disguise yourself?"

Quicksand couldn't help but be startled, staring at him blankly without saying a word.

Liu Yuan sighed lightly, and said leisurely: "Liusha, don't forget, we are killers from the Poison Hall. Don't forget your own skills just because we can't use martial arts when we're in charge of these files and assignments. "Don't forget, first of all, assassins have to listen to their masters' orders, and then they have to worry about their own thoughts."

Liu said hoarsely, "I …"

Liu Yuan stood up, and patted his shoulder. There was not a lack of pity in his words, "If this goes on, Xue Yue will be disappointed, and the hall master will be even more disappointed. The reason why the Young Master let you off so easily is because the Hall Master risked his life to plead for mercy, and even more so because you are the Junior Brother of Gong Tianxiang and Qian Longen. However, no matter how many reasons there were, it wouldn't be worth it even if he said, "You still have a use". If you are so depressed that you forget who you are and what you do, then you are really crippled — you should know what happens to the useless in the Antidote Hall. Even if it wasn't for yourself, you had to think about it, if the vice head of the Flowing Character Hall was taken care of, what would the entire hall face? What will the branch head face? Your Master, what will our Hall Master face? "

Seeing that Quicksand was still in a daze, Fleeting Iris paused for a moment, and then continued, his voice was extremely soft: "The Hall Master has raised you for the past twenty years, and now the Poison Hall is in a critical juncture, are you prepared to abandon the Wine Hall like this? Do you really have the heart to see the Hall of Poison, which the hall master cares about the most, in such a state of devastation? I am willing to accompany you and beg Young Master to let you see the blood moon again because I know that you care about her. But if you still act like this after you promised Young Master, then I will hate you. " Without another word, he took a step back, then turned around and left.

You are the Junior Brother of Gong Tianxiong and Qian Hen.

The hall master has raised you for nearly twenty years.

A scene of devastation.

Then I will hate you.

Every word struck the heart.

Eighteen years ago, Quicksand was eight.

His master was cold and reserved. It was always black, and its face was pale to the extreme. Its eyes were merciless and without desire, just like a dead person.

As for Quicksand's two senior brothers, one in gray, the other in white, they seemed to be his age.

The eldest senior brother loved to laugh, and his smile often carried a few hints of teasing. However, he did not like to play tricks on people. Instead, he would often dig out bird eggs, fish in the water, or catch wild hare and pheasants. All of them would be wrapped in mud and roasted on fire. After roasting, he divided the food into three portions and ate them together. Including his martial uncles and disciples, he was the only one who dared to laugh out loud. He even dared to sneakily run out and play around in broad daylight. Strangely, no one would stop Quicksand, much less scold him.

Second senior brother could laugh, but not often. When he smiled, his eyes would seem exceptionally lonely and sorrowful, yet also very gentle. He had been following behind his eldest senior brother the entire time, looking up from under the tree at the figure of him digging for eggs, at the people who were waiting by the river for him to fish, and at his senior brother who was holding his head up by the fire, unable to do anything to the overly fat rabbit …

Second Senior Brother had always been following Eldest Brother, and Eldest Brother was also willing to bring Quicksand with him. Other than training in martial arts, Quicksand loved to stick close to his seniors, because his seniors were much better than his icy master.

Quicksand had never known what his senior brother was like as an assassin — or it could be said that he had waited five full years before he found out.

A thirteen year old teenager was lying dead on the ground. His face was mostly red with blood. The smile on his face and the smile in his eyes were clearly illuminated by the not bright light of the fire. The smile was a teasing yet comforting smile. The smile in his eyes was the one of reaching out to wipe the grease on his mouth with a doting smile.

Not far behind him, another youth was squatting down with a gentle smile on his lips. He leaned over and listened to the rumbling sound that came from the throats of the dying man with great difficulty. He then said in an exceptionally gentle voice, "Many thanks." He stuck the hook into his fragile throat.

Pulling out the hook, the youngster mumbled discontentedly. His white robe was drenched in blood. The grey-clothed youth turned around to look at him and said something with a smile.

The quicksand behind the trees had long ago lost interest in paying attention to the words of Quicksand's senior brother. All he did was sprint away, throw up all his life under the unfamiliar tree, and sleep through the night. On the second day, the sky turned white. Quicksand curled up in a quilt, unwilling to get up, and he didn't happily go and share breakfast with his two senior brothers.

Quicksand didn't go, but his senior brother came over by himself. The same smile, the same voice, the same gaze … In the eyes of his senior brothers, was there any difference between him and those who had died?

The Senior Martial Brother had a very faint stench of blood on his body.

When he smelled the scent, Quicksand pushed his senior brother away and used a blanket to cover his head. However, senior apprentice-brother's voice still reached Quicksand's ears, "Look, the smell of rabbit blood on your body has annoyed junior apprentice-brother again, right?"

The eldest senior brother's voice brought a shiver to Flowing Sand's memory.

In the pitch-black night, the youth in white robes mumbled unhappily as he looked at the traces of blood on his body, "The smell is here again."

The gray robed young man turned around and smiled, "What are you afraid of? Just tell him to kill the blood on his body. "

I remember now … Something I didn't notice during last night's shock...

Flowing Sand threw away the blanket and ran out barefooted like a madman. He used all his strength to run and only wanted to escape.

He did not turn back, but he also knew that his senior brother, who had watched him run far away, already knew the reason.

Would they be disappointed in him?

Quicksand thought that his senior brother would catch up.

But no.

From that day onwards, Quicksand began to understand what a killer was.

Quicksand also began to know that just because his senior didn't allow him access to slaughter, it didn't mean that he could always be like a child and only know how to climb trees and fish.

As a hitman, how funny was it to throw up after seeing blood and the dead?

At the same age, what qualifications did he have to have his senior apprentice brother take care of him?

What is truly cruel is deceit, not telling reality.

"Don't forget, your senior brother is still lying behind you. It's unknown whether he's dead or alive. Yet you are losing your soul because of a dead woman. "

"The Hall Master has raised you for nearly twenty years, and right now, the Poison Hall is in a dangerous situation. Are you prepared to abandon the Poison Hall like this? Do you really have the heart to see that the Hall Master's most important wine hall is riddled with wounds and wounds, and yet you still feel dejected? "

"Then I will hate you."

"..."

Flowing Sand abruptly woke up. Looking around at his surroundings, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

As a hitman, he was troubled by love.

He claimed that he had "feelings", but he ignored the efforts and sacrifices of his senior and senior master.

As the Vice Pavilion Master, he didn't care about the survival of the dozens of people in the hall.

What was this?

Selfishness, self-deception.

Flowing Sand could not help but sit on the ground as his shoulders trembled slightly. His face had turned snow-white due to the immense shock, and large drops of cold sweat continued to seep out.

Only now did Quicksand truly wake up.

One step wrong could still be changed, but every step wrong could never be changed.

Fortunately, he had woken up, so he wouldn't continue to be wrong.