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An eye for an eye and an eye for an eye let all the pain be inflicted on this person.

"Don't worry, the good show is just about to begin."

After the man in black finished speaking, he lifted Gu Tang and jumped off the roof, landing outside the yamen's wall.

Outside the wall, there is a row of unmanned carriages, each carrying a large barrel.On the other side, there is a horse that only pulls a cart.

After the man in black landed on the ground, he picked up the cowhide ropes that had been prepared on the cart and tied Gu Tang firmly to the cart, pointing to the row of carriageways with wooden barrels.

"Daddy save me..."

"The wooden barrels in this row of carriages are filled with powder mixed with sulfur and saltpeter. The place where these horses will run is the refugee village that is under fire. If the fire encounters the powder containing sulfur and saltpeter, how many people will be killed? The adults who want to resettle the refugees know better than me. And the car tied to the young master will head towards the Fushigaki River, which is in the middle of the flood.”

Being tied to the cart, Gu Tang cried and looked at his father tremblingly. "Father... Daddy save me... I want to go home... Wuwu... Tang'er is in pain... Daddy take me home..."

In the wind, Gu Tang's cries wafted, Gu Fenglin only had eyes for the carriage with his own son tied up, and he only wanted to stop that carriage.

The disaster victims... what have they got to do with him?

Even if tens of thousands of disaster victims died, he only wanted to save his own child, and he only hoped that the one who survived was his Gu Tang.

The mask on the man in black's face was wrinkled by the corner of his raised mouth, and he didn't care that Gu Fenglin's hand was silently pinching his throat. "Master wants me to ask you with a sentence: "When public and private affairs are difficult, Gu Fenglin...which one would you choose?""

After finishing speaking, he whistled, and the horses on both sides obeyed the whistle and ran wildly. At the same time, the man in black unleashed Gu Fenglin's restraints and jumped onto the cart tied to Gu Tang, looking straight at the cloth on his face. Full of panic, astonishment, struggle, pain... Finally, he raised his feet and chased Gu Fenglin, who was carrying the carriage carrying sulfur and saltpeter...

"Daddy—"

Desperate crying quickly moved away from the rear, Gu Fenglin seemed to be about to risk his life and run wildly.

He is betting that he can stop the carriage and prevent the tragic tragedy; he is betting that this place is still some distance from the river, and he may have time to go back and save his Tang'er.

Gu Fenglin's calculations were not wrong, he did stop the row of carriages containing wooden barrels, but when he kicked over the wooden barrels and spilled the powder in the barrels, he found that the barrels were not filled with sulfur and saltpeter at all, but ordinary sand.

After he unloaded the front of the cart, he drove the horse that was pulling the cart back to the river, looked at the tumbling Fuyuan River, and looked at the other horse pacing by the river, but there was no one on the cart. Only when he saw the figure of the man in black or Gu Tang did he wake up...

The hands hidden behind the manipulator had destroyed his family from the very beginning.

"Tang'er—"

Hate myself for not choosing to save my son?

The pain of cracking lungs, unable to call back his lost relatives and children.

"Tang'er, Daddy was wrong, come back—"

Three months later

All the big and small officials involved in the Fuyuanjiang case were convicted, and Ji Pei, the food official in Beidaoyuan, committed a serious crime.

Gu Fenglin divorced his wife for the crime of being unable to sacrifice to his ancestors together due to a serious illness. Half a year later, his ex-wife died of a serious illness.

The man in black seemed to have evaporated from the world, no matter how Gu Fenglin searched, there was no result, and he didn't know who was behind the scenes.

Painful memories are like a book with pages turned. Although the pages have been turned, the pain still remains.

until--

17 year later...

17 years later

The mountain hut is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary.

Firewood was stacked outside the house, and a few fields were opened behind, where wild vegetables and sweet potatoes were grown to make ends meet. It looked like an ordinary house for a woodcutter.

With a babble, the thin wooden door was pulled open, and the young man walked into the room with a tired face.In the house, someone had been waiting for many days, and when he saw the man coming, he turned a tea bowl with the lid upside down from the table, picked up the teapot, took a bowl of cold water and pushed it to sit opposite him.

"Is it done?"

The young man took the tea bowl pushed towards him and drank it. "It's done."

The man in his fifties nodded approvingly, "You've done a good job, you've always been good."

There was no reaction on the young man's face, he took off the long sword tied around his waist and put it on the table, and said, "I'm going to get something to eat."

"Um."

After a brief conversation, the hut returned to tranquility, as quiet as if there was no one there, as quiet as usual.

The man's eyes were sharp, and Lide was out of tune with the mountain hut and the simplicity of the surroundings.He looked at the sword on the table and drew a chilling smile.

"Formless, formless, I really want to know when I will be willing to kill you."

The man has no surname or name, and the other name given to him in the world is Zhuihun.Because his sword is so fast that even the soul can catch up with it, he is satisfied with this title, and from then on, he takes the word chasing soul as his name.

He is a killer who takes people's lives, and doing things with money is his unchanging purpose.

Killing is his way of living, and it is also his interest. For him, the most beautiful thing in the world is the life that flashes from the eyes of human beings before death. He chases that moment, so he is "chasing" "Soul", chasing the moment when the soul leaves the body.

As long as you can afford the money, you can become the short-lived master of chasing souls. One life is one price, and the higher the official or the stronger the martial arts, the more expensive the price.To him, human life is just a transaction, a transaction that he can enjoy.

According to the rumors, the only people who know of his existence, except the owner of the transaction, are the dead.

No one knows this rule, which was made an exception 17 years ago, just once.

Seventeen years ago, the owner of the transaction at that time asked him to get rid of Gu Fenglin's only son, a little over three years old.

For the first time and the last time, Chasing Soul broke the deal, he didn't take the baby's life.The reason is very simple, as simple as he was not killed by his master back then.

Copy, another killer.

The child who wakes up after being injured and comatose has amnesia and has forgotten his past. He doesn't know where he lives or who his parents are.So, he named the child—Shapeless.

He taught him the most vicious method of killing in the invisible world, taught him how to torture people without killing them, taught him how to exchange his immature flesh for a chance, and taught him how to take other people's lives in exchange for his own survival.

Teach him how to become a killer who makes people fear.

"98." Zhuihun recited the number with satisfaction.

Forgot to start from Wuxing's first murder, Zhuihun had the idea of ​​getting rid of Wuxing.

Intangible is like a poisonous snake he cultivated with his own hands. He wants to try whether he can survive from the snake's mouth.He wanted to kill the poison he had perfectly bred with his own hands, but he was so reluctant. He wanted to see, how many people could be poisoned to death by this snake?Want to see how poisonous a snake can be?

The idea of ​​doing it was like a flame again and again, and was extinguished by myself again and again.

The smell of food wafted from outside the house, Zhuihun smiled, and withdrew the murderous aura floating around him, and whispered: "Wait a hundred!"

When the invisible kills a person, kill him.

"you--"

The change plummeted, Zhui Hun looked at the table full of dishes, and stared at Wu Xing who was sitting opposite him in disbelief.

"Poisoned, but not too soon to die."

The chopsticks in invisible hands never stopped, and continued to eat the dishes on the table.Chasing Soul's gaze slowly shifted to his bowl of white rice, which was also the only place invisible to touch his chopsticks.

"Yes, the poison was put in the rice." Intangible put down his chopsticks, and smiled at Zhuihun for the first time on his cold face.

"I'll tell you one more thing. Over the years, your rice has been poisoned, but today's rice is cooked with water soaked in wild ginseng."

Wild ginseng, a medicinal material that nourishes qi and blood, is also a catalyst for poisons. It can catalyze the existing toxicity at once.

"You actually..."

Zhuihun raised his palm high, bloodshot eyes wishing he could kill the poisonous snake in front of him.But when he exerted his strength, he was shocked to find that he had lost all his internal strength, and no matter how he pushed, there was no movement.

Intangible crossed his hands, resting his elbows on the table to support his chin, "I forgot to say, this kind of poison is specially formulated to dissipate internal energy. If you don't activate it, you can restore your internal energy as long as you detoxify it. Never coming back."

"Hee hee...hahahahaha..."

Knowing that he lost all his internal energy, Zhuihun raised his head and laughed.It is really raising snakes to cause disaster and harm himself. For more than ten years, he has not seen that this kid has such a city and such a scheming.

"Reason?" The laughter faded away, and Zhuhun looked at Wu Xing coldly.

He was curious about the reason why he only erased his internal energy but did not kill him.

Wu Xing stood up, pushed open the door, and pointed to the sundries scattered all over the floor outside the door.

"I know you want to get rid of me. After thinking about it for a long time, I just use it in reverse."

There were miscellaneous things scattered all over the place, such as jade pendants with missing horns, broken belts, broken swords, broken books, empty bottles, broken urns...

The same thing is that these items are only half, or a part, as if they were deliberately separated and kept one part.

"These are personal or cherished items of those 98 people. After killing them, I will take some of them."

These things had been invisibly and properly stored in a large urn for more than ten years, and he buried the urn by the stove, because that was a place where Zhuihun would never come near.

Wuxing walked behind Zhuihun, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "I deliberately kept these, just waiting for today."

Spreading out his hands, a small purple flower appeared in front of Zhuihun's eyes.

The little purple flower has a beautiful name called "Xuan Yuan"; it has a sinister effect, transforming people's internal energy.

"Do you know?" The invisible hand, like love