final catastrophe

Chapter 467 36. Carrying a Knife in This Life
The third day, the fourth day.
until the fifth day.
It was the turn of the girl on duty at the beginning again. When she yawned and appeared with eternal panda eyes, the boy who had become a stone sculpture sat quietly under the steps, neither happy nor sad.

She suddenly exclaimed: "Are you still here? Haven't seen enough? What else is there to see?"

She wanted to say more, but she seemed to be infected by the expression of the young man in front of her, so she couldn't continue.

That is
What kind of look?
Almost pious, but crazy.

What did he see and understand on the first floor?
And at this moment, Xia Ji asked: "How do I get permission? What if I want to go to the second or third floor?"

This time the girl on duty couldn't help but answer: "Nothing, there are five levels of authority, corresponding to the number of floors, and the authority can be obtained through three ways."

"Three ways?"

"That's right, the challenge, the mission of the society, and the late-night Shura field, the latter one is the fastest to increase the authority, but usually no one will try it like this."

After thinking about it, Xia Jilue understood, and he politely said "Thank you".

"Do you drink a lot?"

The girl on duty suddenly asked.

"Drink a little."

Xia Ji replied flatly.

"What's so good about wine?"

Perhaps it was rare to meet a newcomer who could last until the fifth day. The girl on duty suddenly had the thought of "need to chat to get closer, maybe this person will become powerful in the future".

Anyway, sleep is sleep, and talking won't waste much time.

She wasn't expecting to hear any answers, just platitudes.

Xia Ji said, "Because the wine doesn't taste good."

The girl on duty's eyes widened for a moment. She had never heard of this answer.

But the boy didn't continue to explain.

For her, it was still an uneventful day.

Because there is no silent fire burning in her heart.

Or anger, hatred, pain, sadness whatever.

So, when she saw the boy walking out of the room at dusk, she greeted him again: "You really saw it in."

But this time, the boy didn't answer her.

After he neatly put away the last book he read, he walked out of the library slowly.

Like a creeping ferocious beast, it is silent, with its head lowered, restraining all its violent breath, so that it looks so ordinary.

He carried a bladeless wooden knife.

The blade is light and buoyant, and the workmanship is simple, except for the shape of the blade, there is almost nothing worthy of praise.

Walk through the rosy colors of the sunset, sit quietly by the lake, until the lake water where the shadow is thrown, changes from rippling blue waves to filled with moonlight.

The sky is full of moonlight.

The moonlight is bright, like the perfect light for a lover's tryst.

The lake is the lake of burial knives.

Outside the lake is the Lion Hall.

A wild carnival is going on.

In the past few days, Xia Ji also vaguely heard that "today's carnival is the end of the seven-day carnival", and the end is the feast of the Shura field.

This is the tradition of Jizhou Society.

It is also one of the systems criticized and denounced by outsiders.

However, the school often prevaricates according to the third rule of the code. In addition, everyone who enrolls knows this, and various factors make the free time after the seven-day carnival become the norm.

Anyway, once a year is not too much.

For Xia Ji.

As long as you get higher permissions, you can go to higher-level libraries.

Then you can see higher-level, perhaps more complete exercises.

If you can increase the speed of becoming stronger, then you won't be caught off guard when it comes to revenge.

Ever since the patron revealed his father's identity, he knew that his enemy was definitely not simple.
Such an enemy, a thousand or ten thousand of the current self, is just going to hit a stone with a pebble, which is ridiculous.

There was a fire burning in his heart.

What is covered on the skin is quiet and pale.

Born with nothing, no father, no mother, no wife!
After death, he also made a deal and would not re-enter reincarnation. If he could not personally avenge in this life and fulfill this wish that cannot be eliminated, then... everything would no longer be worth it.

He has nothing left.

There will be no happiness in this life, let alone an afterlife.

Therefore, his thin, pale and slender fingers gently held the knife.

The knife is not out yet, so why waste any effort?
Why, like a mediocre person, to vent through physical pain and shouting?
As for pain, let your internal organs supply it as fuel and let it burn quietly.

As for what other benefits the authority will bring, he doesn't know and doesn't care.

Just a little bit stronger.

A man from the sword god clan of Lao Xia's family can be sad and painful, but he will never be defeated and devastated!
So, holding the knife, he stayed away from all the hustle and bustle.

Waiting.

Wait until midnight.

Either life or death.

It doesn't matter whether you kill or not, as long as you can crush this Shura field, it will be fine.

Then, after an unknown amount of time, the banquets in the Lion Hall began to end one after another.

The clock is about to strike midnight.

He saw Qin Ze, and Qin Ze saw him.

This lily of the valley once had the title of king, but now her arrogance is restrained, and she completely follows behind others.

The two looked at each other from a distance, but Qin Ze quickly avoided it, and then quickly followed the man named Fang Quan from the Blood Vulture Society to leave. Before parting, he still gave Xia Ji a wink, signaling him to leave.

But Xia Ji turned a blind eye.

Qin Ze wanted to say more, but the gloomy young man in front of him said lightly, "The fate of everyone is chosen by oneself, and life and death are the same."

"Okay." Qin Ze was not a person with the attitude of a child, so he gave a thumbs up to his old friend who was still doing it from a distance, and then stroked it between the necks to show encouragement.

If someone else came, I'm afraid he would have to say something like "Senior Brother Fang, but he's still a freshman", "He's my friend, I can't watch him die here".

But Qin Ze is different. Although he looks restrained, domineering and shy, his scumbag beard is also shaved and less vicissitudes, and he seems a bit petty when following people step by step, and his momentum plummets.

But after all, he is arrogant in his heart, so...if he changes places, he won't hesitate.

The head is here, come and get what you want.

Xia Ji looked at this former old friend and smiled.

At least it's nice to have a friend.

Seeing this, Qin Ze clenched his fists, raised his head, and made a gesture of drinking.

Xia Ji clenched his fist and raised it, indicating that it's okay, no problem.

After a brief exchange of gestures, Qin Ze turned and left.

Fang Quan asked, "Do you think he won't die?"

Qin Ze said, "No."

Fang Quan: "Is it trust beyond reality?"

Qin Ze grinned softly, his sharp teeth exposed in the air, showing his carnivorous nature, and his pupils also revealed their spirit due to the opening and closing of the eye slits, like a tiger crouching.

"Senior Brother, I will accompany you to clean the Asura field tomorrow. There will be a lot of dead people."

"That's fine. After all, you will take this path sooner or later. This is the obligation of our Blood Vulture Society. By the way, call your Senior Sister Zhao tomorrow. If you meet a warm and handsome one, she likes it. Well, I can't." Too detailed."

"Haha." Qin Ze looked up at the sky.

The moon is over.

(End of this chapter)