Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

Zhou Ming's first reaction was: How is it possible, unless they are...

Thinking of this, Zhou Ming felt cold all over his body, his hairs stood on end, and felt even more chilly in his heart this night.

Chen Yunchao's eyes looked extremely hollow, and his voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell: "They are dead!"

Zhou Ming stood up abruptly, and pointed at Chen Yunchao's nose: "You...you old man, it's fine if you don't want to tell me about the black butterfly, why make up these horror stories to scare me?" Looking around again, This small square is cold and lonely, only the radio plays music from time to time, but it is even more weird, "Tell you, I am a good-looking young man who was born under the red flag and grew up in the new society. Don't try to fool me with these ghosts and ghosts!"

Chen Yunchao looked at Zhou Ming up and down, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth: "You don't believe it?" [

Zhou Ming said firmly, "I don't believe it!"

"When did I lie to you?"

"You've lied to me so many times!" Zhou Ming raised his fist, "Uncle Chao, you always treat me like a child!"

Chen Yunchao shook his head: "How could it be? Talking about the sky and calculating, how could it be possible to use a child as the head of the martial arts hall? You are indeed outstanding, and you are mature and stable. Many adults may not have your mentality."

Zhou Ming sat down again: "Then why are you making up ghost stories to scare me?"

"I didn't make it up." Chen Yunchao looked at Zhou Ming, and said word by word: "They are indeed dead."

This time Zhou Ming didn't stand up again, but stared at Chen Yunchao.He felt in a daze that Uncle Chao wasn't joking.

Zhou Ming raised the question in his heart: "They... how could they be dead? Dead people, how could they kill people?"

"Because they didn't really die." Chen Yunchao said: "They only died in name, and even everyone around them thought they were really dead, including relatives, friends, partners, and lovers. But in fact, they didn't die , just lost all their identities, not even themselves.”

These words sounded confused to Zhou Ming, as eye-popping and dizzying as a tongue twister, but there were crackling noises in his mind, like a lightning flash across the sky, and a thought followed: the old-fashioned is That kind of people!

Zhou Ming asked cautiously: "Could it be that they are all death row prisoners?"

This time it was Chen Yunchao's turn to be surprised: "You know?"

Zhou Ming shook his head: "I don't know. But I think of a friend." After thinking for a while, he said the old-fashioned thing.

Chen Yunchao nodded after listening: "Well, that friend of yours probably came from that kind of place too."

"Which kind of place?" For some reason, Zhou Ming shuddered, as if there was some big secret that he wanted to know.

"organize."

"organize?"

"Yes, I only know that they call that kind of place an 'organization'. The organization stops some heinous death row inmates from the prison and takes them as their own. After a certain amount of cultivation and training, they assign them to do different tasks."

"Black Butterfly and others are also one of them?" [

"Yes, their task is to be responsible for the harmony and stability of the society, and they have the unique power of life and death. In short, they specialize in spying on every move of the underworld. If any big brother of the underworld acts too much, he can beheaded at any time Kill him without going through any legal channels, and you won't be charged with any crimes afterwards!"