Villain: Be a teacher to the son of luck

In the deepest part of the ghost city, under the quaint and distant attic, a masked man dressed in a white robe of a monk of the Yaoxian sect walked in slowly with a monk's long sword on his back.

The attic does not have any plaques.

If it weren't for the expensive burning candles that can be seen everywhere as soon as you enter, I'm afraid anyone would think that this attic has been abandoned for a long time.

The man in white went deeper and deeper. The mask on his face covered the lower half of his face, only revealing a pair of bright star-like eyebrows, which seemed to have a sense of vigor and friendliness.

There were vaguely cold glows hiding in the dark all around, but none of them had the slightest influence on the man in white.

In the depths of the long corridor, at the end of the two rows of candles.
A huge mahogany bolted door that almost occupied the entire wall appeared in front of my eyes.

The man in white stopped slightly, cupped his hands, and his long and gentle voice began to echo in the entire deep and secluded corridor——

"Messengers of the Yaoxian Sect, pay homage to the leader of [Death Battalion]."

It was as silent as water, and there was no response from the entire attic for a long time.

The man's movements have not changed in the slightest.

After a few breaths, the mahogany bolt door opened automatically, slowly and forcefully, accompanied by the sound of friction.

Behind the gate, there was an impenetrable darkness.

The man in white didn't stop at all, his long sword was slightly retracted, and he walked in slowly.

But at this time, the breeze blew the monk's hair, and the mask moved, and that person was the deacon surnamed Li in the Danxiu Hall.

After passing through the mahogany bolt door, walking through a long corridor, and entering the main hall of the attic, everything suddenly becomes bright and bright as day.

The burning candles in the main hall are better than those in the long corridor, and each of them is an expensive long-burning candle. The candles in this hall alone are probably worth as much as ten thousand gold.

"Each [Eternal Candle] here represents a target to be assassinated by the [Death Battalion]."

On the steps of the Temple of Independence, a tall man wearing a black horror mask walked out slowly.

He is the leader of the [Death Battalion].

They are doing the darkest business in the ghost market. In their eyes, human life is just a price.

The leader of the [Death Battalion] explained to the visitors, and at the same time slowly came to a candlestick burning with many candles, with a slight movement in his hand, the flames of several [Eternal Candles] on it were extinguished at the same time.

And after doing all this, the leader turned to look at the comer, and continued to speak——

"...The extinguishment of each [Eternal Candle] represents the death of a high-level target."

".To this day, tens of thousands of [Eternal Candles] have been extinguished in the [Death Camp]."

"Really?"

The monk in white who came here on behalf of the Yao Xianzong felt a little strange, [Eternal Candle] is a kind of candle that is extremely difficult to extinguish, ".Use [Eternal Candle] because they are difficult to appear and be blown out by the wind Wait for an accident, right?"

".However, I also saw that there are many ordinary candles outside the long corridor of your camp. Do they represent ordinary assassination targets?"

"Exactly." The leader of [Death Battalion] spoke plainly, he was quite satisfied with the comprehension ability of the envoy of Yaoxianzong
"Does the candlelight represent the difficulty level of your assassination target?"

The envoy muttered to himself, "Even the [Eternal Candle] can be easily extinguished under absolute human power. It seems that the leader is quite confident in the strength of his subordinates."

"Hahahaha, 'The Dead' is the strongest assassin in the Three Realms."

The leader of the [Death Camp] let out a heroic laugh, and the words were full of confidence.

But after a while, he immediately recovered the voice and expression that looked like a dead thing before, and continued: "Then, the noble envoy of Yao Xianzong, you came here because you want to kill who?"

"A person who will endanger the existence of the Yaoxianzong." The Yaoxianzong envoy said righteously.

[Death Camp] The leader looked at the identity of the other party. Judging from the badge he was wearing, he was at most an inner sect monk of around the fifth rank, and it was unknown whether he had additional authority.

He originally thought that the other party would be for his own selfish desires, but unexpectedly, the other party would actually hire [Death Camp] for the so-called interests of the entire sect?
"you?"

The leader of [Death Camp] spoke very short words.

The messenger cultivator was slightly taken aback, then guessed that the other party was worried about the employer's financial resources, and then smiled lightly and said——

"Does the leader think that my status is not enough to be the employer of such a task? There is no need to worry too much about that. The person who was assigned to come here has someone else. She is the absolute superior of Yao Xianzong, but it is inconvenient to tell the leader. "

The messenger cultivator was talking, but he suddenly thought of the exhortation of the Nanhua High Immortal before he left, so he couldn't help adding the following sentence.

The leader of [Death Battalion] was slightly relieved. In fact, as a hired assassin organization, he had already cared too much.
A qualified assassination organization does not need to ask the employer so many questions, they only need to know one thing.
"Target, who?"

"The venerable sword repair hall of the Yaoxian sect, the young master of the Wen family in the south of the Yangtze River——Wen Mingting."

The envoy said nothing, and everything was silent.

[Eternal Candle] In the room illuminated by candlelight, the silence makes the place look weird
"Wen Mingting?"

[Death Camp] The leader whispered to himself as if confirming the target.

"That's right, Wen Mingting."

Brother Messenger thought he didn't quite understand, but Brother Messenger didn't want to explain more.

He also obeyed the arrangements of Nanhua Shangxian, and he thought that all actions of Nanhua Shangxian must put Yao Xianzong first.

"Then, according to the rules of the ghost market, things must have a price. However, Your Excellency the Messenger, in my opinion, you can't afford his price."

"Is the leader misunderstood the Yaoxianzong's financial resources? Or is it that you [Rebirth Camp] are afraid of this person?" The Yaoxianzong envoy refused to let go.
[Death Camp] The leader quietly watched each other.

The black mask worn by the leader is exactly the opposite of the mask of the Yao Xianzong envoy, covering half of the face above the nose, exposing the mouth and chin.
The Yao Xianzong envoy was also looking at each other.

He suddenly noticed that the other person's chin was as white as jade, presumably there must be a rare beauty under the mask of terror.

Lips are well-shaped and well-defined
It's just that, for a moment, the Yaoxianzong envoy saw a flash of joking from the corner of the other party's slightly raised mouth?

And in the next moment, this sad emissary, without any preparation, only felt a dagger piercing his chest from behind, and the blood on the tip of the blade was so familiar and bloody.
"you you"

The envoy cultivator's eyes were full of puzzlement and doubts. He represented Yao Xianzong and Nanhua Shangxian, but the other party dared to
In the shocked eyes of the envoy, the leader of the [Death Battalion] slowly took off the terrifying mask called "Faceless Demon" that he had been wearing in the past.
The face under the mask is beautiful and handsome, with a pair of smiling eyes dotted on it, looking gentle and approachable.
"Your Excellency, there must be a price for everything, but you can't afford my price."

It's Wen Mingting!

That Wen Mingting who was supposed to be in Yao Xianzong's [Sword Repair Hall]!

The messenger's eyes were as wide as copper bells, but he smiled indescribably as if he was crazy.

He never imagined that one day, he would go to the Assassin Organization to hire assassins and assassinate the leader of the Assassin Organization. It's really ridiculous!

In the endless self-mockery, he felt a trace of guilt——

It seemed that he couldn't complete the task entrusted to him by Nanhua Shangxian. Thinking of the way he boasted about Haikou and the Nanhua Shangxian's smile at him that day, he felt extremely guilty.

The tip of the blade retracted with a "poof".

The 'dead man' holding a dagger came to Wen Mingting's side and half-kneeled to salute and returned to life
"In the sect, someone already wants my life"

Wen Mingting quietly looked at the fallen Yao Xianzong envoy, he slightly opened his eyes, and gradually a shadow of a sword-wielding figure appeared in his cloudy white eyes.
".Ye Hanchen's plan must be started in advance!"

"...Release it, now stop all assassinations and gather all the 'dead' in northern Xinjiang."

His thin lips parted slightly, and Wen Mingting's previously gentle voice was now full of coldness.
".Start the highest-level task of [Death Camp], the goal-a team of messengers."