Chapter 174
That night, the moon was as dark as water.
As the old saying goes, a dark and windy night is a good night for murder.
What Mo Nan wants to do is to kill people, and the one he wants to kill is King Wu.
As one of the few night entertainment venues for ancient people, brothels are very lively every night.
Today's Baixianglou is no exception.
The aroma of wine mixed with the fragrance of the beauties permeates the entire three-story attic, making people unconsciously indulge in it.
The sound of music, laughter, and panting interweave to compose a piece of music called "drunkenness and dreaming".
Xie Xiaoqi, born in Baixianglou, only knows his mother but not his father. He is now a turtle in a brothel.
He just turned eighteen three days ago and awakened his own God-given ability.
The good news is that his God-given ability is of a high level, and he finally has a chance to turn over.
The bad news is that his God-given ability belongs to the magic ability.
To be precise, it is an ability that is biased towards the Yumo Dao.
Two days ago, an elder sister who had been very kind to him since childhood received a guest.
That guy was simply a pervert and a sadist.
After the elder sister sent the man away, she hid in the room in the backyard and cried loudly.
When she applied medicine to herself, Xie Xiaoqi saw countless whip marks on her body, her skin was torn and her clothes were soaked with blood.
Xie Xiaoqi was very angry, more angry than ever before.
These people in Baixianglou may be as lowly as pigs and dogs in the mouths of others, but if it weren't for life, who would degrade themselves like this?
And Xie Xiaoqi, not long after he was born, the woman named mother died in bed, leaving him nothing but a surname.
However, it was these lowly people in the mouths of others who raised him up with the meager income earned by their blood and sweat.
He still remembered what the elder sister said when she handed him a broken spiritual stone three days ago:
"Xiao Qi, today is your eighteenth birthday. I hope you can embark on the path of martial arts. I heard that martial artists need spiritual stones to practice. This is for you. They all say that the money earned by the elder sister is dirty. Don't despise it."
Xie Xiao Qi held a broken spiritual stone the size of a fingernail. He knew that this broken spiritual stone was worth more than one hundred taels of silver.
So, that night, the guest received by the elder sister died.
He died miserably. His body was cut into pieces by people with a knife, covering a large area of the street.
Last night, a man in black robes found him.
They said that he was a genius and wanted to recruit him into their organization.
The man said that they were planning a blood sacrifice for the city and asked him to make a decision before tomorrow.
Tonight, the man came again.
A man in black robes hugged a beautiful woman and walked into the room.
Before leaving, she patted Xie Xiaoqi on the shoulder and said with a smile:
"Remember, come in and clean the room later."
The woman was one of the few people who treated him best. She was in her thirties and Xie Xiaoqi called her Aunt Hui.
Before Aunt Hui went in, she quietly stuffed something into Xie Xiaoqi's hand, which was also a broken spiritual stone.
Holding the broken spiritual stone tightly, listening to the lewd sounds gradually coming out of the room, mixed with one or two screams, Xie Xiaoqi's teeth were almost broken.
Damn it, that guy was definitely deliberately provoking himself, wanting to make himself a devil like them!
Holding the broken spiritual stone tightly, there was still a trace of temperature on it.
This trace of temperature was also the last trace of temperature in Xie Xiaoqi's heart.
These people who raised him and were extremely humble in the eyes of others taught him from a young age that he could not steal, rob, or do things that hurt the world.
The sharp edges of the spiritual stone pierced his palm, and blood dripped onto the ground along his fingers.
Another painful scream came out, and Xie Xiaoqi seemed to be able to hear the roar of his heart:
"I want to become stronger, I want to kill all these beasts in human form!"
He made up his mind to join them first, so that he could survive the blood sacrifice with people who are good to him.
Later, he would find an opportunity to chop them all into pieces!
Just as Xie Xiaoqi was thinking this, the sound inside stopped and became extremely quiet.
Is it over?
He breathed a sigh of relief for Aunt Hui.
Starting tomorrow, he will never let them suffer such pain again.
Letting go of his hand, Xie Xiaoqi pushed open the door of the room.
However, the scene that came into his eyes made him widen his eyes.
What he saw was a headless man's body, and Aunt Hui huddled on the bed in panic.
A black-clothed figure who was about to leave saw him and suddenly turned his head to look over.
"Interesting."
At this moment, Xie XiaoqiQi felt as if he was in Mianyang, being targeted by an ancient giant beast, and the breath of death was blowing in his face.
…
Time went back to two minutes ago.
In the room, a middle-aged man with triangular eyes was outputting selflessly.
Just when he was about to shiver, his eyes blurred and he appeared in a world of ice and snow. There was no one around.
Just as he was wondering, the hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood up.
"There is danger!"
As a martial king, his reaction speed was very fast. He reacted almost instantly, and his body jumped forward directly, narrowly avoiding the attack from the dark.
Before he could react, the skin on his side suddenly tightened.
Before the forward movement was over, his body quickly moved sideways.
However, this time his luck was not so good. A cluster of blood splashed on his arm and sprinkled on the snow, like plum blossoms in full bloom.
"Killer? Are you from the No. 1 Building?"
The middle-aged man said this, but quickly denied it: "No, that's not right. There is no one like you among the gold medal killers of the No. 1 Building. Could it be that you are from the Shadow Peak of Jiuxiao Holy Land?"
As soon as this guess came out, the middle-aged man was shocked and his face quickly turned pale.
How could it be? How could Jiuxiao Holy Land be aware of their existence?
It's over. If Jiuxiao Holy Land takes action, their plan will be completely over.
There is no figure, no response.
What greeted him was only a silent attack.
"Damn it, Jiuxiao Holy Land, so what? I will kill you, a genius today! The blood of a genius should be more delicious, maybe it can speed up the resurrection of the adults."
A soul-calling flag appeared in the middle-aged man's hand.
Suddenly, thousands of ghosts came out.
Amid the ghosts in the sky, a sun rose, and the ghosts in the sky, howling miserably, melted like ice and snow.
How could it be?
The middle-aged man was horrified. Shouldn't the person who chose the path of assassination be a person with a talent in the shadows?
But the situation at the scene did not allow him to think too much.
An attack was already approaching his throat.
The soul-calling banner disappeared, and a blood-red sickle appeared in his hand, and he rushed towards the attack in the dark.
