Chapter 558

The valley was barren, covered only with layers of corpses—the remains of children who had died there. The greasy, black soil was formed from the countless times human flesh and blood had rotted and been trampled upon.

There was no water, no food, but weapons were plentiful; any bone or skull picked up from the ground could be used.

When Shen Lingjun arrived at the valley, he saw the servants open the large iron gate at one end of the valley, revealing the scene inside.

The valley was like a living hell, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. On the pile of wreckage sat a little girl of five or six years old.

They were practically naked, their bodies covered mostly in blood, flesh, and filth. They no longer resembled humans, but rather some kind of demon that had crawled out from the deepest depths of hell.

His large eyes were pitch black, devoid of any light, only coldness and numbness.

The little girl stood up expressionlessly, stepped down from the pile of corpses, and walked out of the large iron gate.

The people from "Naihe" met her at the door and took her away. No one knew where she would be sent next.

Then another twenty children were sent into the valley. When they saw what was inside, they were terrified and burst into tears. The large iron gate closed behind them, and the crying inside grew even louder.

But after a while, the crying gradually subsided—some of the quicker-reacting children had already started to act. If others don't die, they themselves will.

Shen Lingjun felt her stomach churning as she watched from outside. She had heard about the way "Naihe" trained assassins before, but seeing it with her own eyes was a completely different feeling.

At that moment, the voice of Fu Shi Yan rang out from behind.

"It's not a very nice place. If you want to clear your head, I can accompany you for a walk in the front of the mountain."

Shen Lingjun turned to him, her brows furrowed.

Why must assassins be trained this way?

Fu Shiyan seemed a little confused by her question: "...Because they are assassins, and the best assassins in the world. Otherwise, they can't kill properly. That's how I was chosen from this valley."

Shen Lingjun frowned: "You like killing people, you like being an assassin?"

Fu Shiyan replied without hesitation, "I don't like it."

Shen Lingjun pressed further: "Then why do you continue to pass this organization down? You are already the leader of 'Naihe,' no one can force you anymore, you should have more money than you can spend, and with your martial arts and power, you can retire without worrying about being sought after. Is it because you want others to suffer the same torment you once endured?"

Fu Shiyan also frowned slightly.

"No, but I never intended to disband 'Naihe' or retire..."

As he said this, a look of confusion and bewilderment appeared in his eyes.

"If I retire, what should I do?"

"..."

Shen Lingjun got stuck.

She silently shut her mouth, trying to calm herself down.

She was a little agitated because what she saw had been so stimulating.

She herself is barely able to protect herself; she is a prisoner locked up on Mount Naihe. What right does she have to concern herself with the matter of the Talisman Master's Banquet?

What's her relationship with Fu Shiyan? When did it become her place to interfere in other people's lives and tell them what to do?

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