Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Just as Soul Five was pushed out.

Ghost Seven's figure suddenly darted out from the other side of the haystack!

He brought his lifelong skills in escape to their fullest potential!

He shot forward like an arrow, his footsteps cracking the rotten wooden planks beneath his feet, heading straight for the window at the back of the warehouse!

The wind whistled in my ears!

The window is right in front of me!

Just one more breath!

As long as that monster takes action to deal with Soul Five, even just a moment more would be enough for him to break through the window and escape into the complex alleyways of Blackwind City!

He will survive!

however.

In the center of the warehouse.

Lin Mo looked at Soul Five, whose face was full of despair and resentment, and who had been pushed out as a scapegoat. He clicked his tongue softly, as if he was regretting something.

He had seen this kind of scene far too many times in his previous life, in games and movies.

It looked like Soul Five was about to crash into him.

Lin Mo lifted his foot and flicked it.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Hun Wu's body flew backward at several times the speed of his arrival, and then slammed into a brick wall more than ten meters away. With a loud "boom", the wall plaster fell off in a rustling sound.

He slid down the wall to the ground, his body twitched twice, and his life was unknown.

After doing all this, Lin Mo raised his head and looked at Gui Qi, who was about to pounce on the window.

At this moment, Gui Qi was only one step away from the window.

He could even feel the wind blowing in from the window; his hope for survival had never been so intense!

But just as he exerted force with his toes and was about to leap up and break through the window...

A figure stood silently by the window, blocking his path and the light.

"!"

Gui Qiqian's body suddenly stopped, as if he had been frozen in place, his mind going completely blank.

How... is that possible...?

From the moment he abandoned Soul Five to the moment he rushed to the window, the whole process was as fast as lightning!

The other party is still in the middle of the warehouse!

How could they possibly be faster than me and arrive here before me?!

This... is not a martial artist!

This is a ghost!

"Run!"

Lin Mo's voice drifted lightly into Gui Qi's ears.

"Why did you stop running?"

Gui Qi's lips twitched, but he couldn't utter a single word.

That nascent hope was utterly crushed by the scene before him, turning into icy despair.

"You even sell out your own subordinates," Lin Mo said with utter contempt. "You're really no good."

"you!"

Gui Qi stood frozen in place, his eyes filled with nothing but desperate madness.

He stared intently at Lin Mo, letting out a beast-like roar.

"If a person doesn't look out for themselves, they'll be damned by heaven and earth!"

"My life is more important than anything else!"

"Yeah?"

Lin Mo smiled.

"Unfortunately, in my eyes, your life is worthless."

"Aaaaaahh ...

With all escape routes blocked and all hopes crushed, Gui Qi went completely insane!

He erupted in a hysterical roar, channeling all the remaining strength in his body into his right arm, reaching into his robes, and when he pulled it out, four bone nails gleaming with a ghostly blue light were between his five fingers!

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Four bone nails drew eerie arcs in the air, blocking all of Lin Mo's evasive routes and aiming straight for his vital points!

This is the Ghost Gate's trump card, the "Soul-Chasing Nail" tempered with seventy-two kinds of deadly poison!

However, Lin Mo simply stood there quietly.

He held his breath and stared intently; the four incredibly fast Soul-Chasing Nails seemed to play in slow motion in his crystal-clear eyes.

He could even clearly see the fine lines carved on the bone nail, and the aura of death flowing beneath the eerie blue poisonous light.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

Lin Mo casually waved his hand.

He flicked the four Soul-Chasing Nails away one by one with his fingers, driving them deep into the walls on both sides!

Gui Qi gasped for breath!

impossible!

But he still has a backup plan!

The moment the four bone nails were deflected, the fifth, the most poisonous and fastest, shot out silently from his sleeve, aiming straight for Lin Mo's brow!

This is the real killer move!

The bone nail, which contained all the malice, was about to strike.

Lin Mo raised his other hand.

Gently pinch with your index and middle fingers.

The Soul-Chasing Nail, powerful enough to instantly poison an elephant, was held firmly between his fingers, less than half an inch from his brow.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

The madness and ferocity on Gui Qi's face froze completely.

Instead, there was a fear that was completely incomprehensible.

"this one?"

Lin Mo held the bone nail in his hand, examined it closely, and spoke in a flat tone, as if he were evaluating a crude toy.

Then, he flicked his finger.

"puff!"

The Soul-Chasing Nail shot back at an even faster speed than it had come, precisely embedding itself in Ghost Seven's right shoulder blade!

"Ugh—!"

The excruciating pain and the instantaneous numbness caused Gui Qi to let out a piercing scream and collapse to his knees.

Lin Mo stepped forward slowly.

"Bang."

A seemingly casual straight punch landed on Gui Qi's chest.

Gui Qi's chest sank in deeply, a process visible to the naked eye.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the warehouse wall before sliding softly to the ground.

Gui Qi leaned against the wall, vomiting large mouthfuls of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, but he did not die immediately.

……

Dingbei Prefecture, secret room.

Lin Mo threw the barely breathing Gui Qi to the ground, then squatted down and placed one hand on the top of his head.

Panoramic view.

Memory retrieval.

start up!

Om-!

Countless chaotic memories flooded into Lin Mo's mind like a burst dam.

An assassin organization called "Ghost Gate".

A gloomy dungeon, brutal training, children killing each other in pools of blood for a single steamed bun.

The screen flickered rapidly.

Dingtai Tea House in Beijing.

A man in fine clothes with an effeminate face was holding a teacup and slowly blowing on it to cool it down.

"...leaving no one alive."

The man's voice was soft, yet carried a chilling edge, like the forked tongue of a viper.

Third Young Master.

No, he should be called... the Third Prince!

These are Ghost Seven's memories.

At this moment, all of these thoughts flooded into Lin Mo's mind.

His consciousness continued to sink, like a bystander, coldly watching everything.

The next second, the scene suddenly changed.

In the magnificent imperial court, civil and military officials stood with their heads bowed in solemn silence.

On the dragon throne, a middle-aged man dressed in a nine-dragon robe with a dignified face listened to several ministers recounting the various crimes committed by the Lin family.

Lin Mo saw the man's face.

Emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty.

He showed no anger, no rebuttal, and not even the slightest doubt.

He just listened, his eyes as indifferent as if he were watching a play that had nothing to do with him.

Finally, he waved.

"Granted."

This action, these two words, exploded in Lin Mo's mind!

His body trembled violently, and the memories of his past self no longer seemed like a movie seen through a thin veil.

He "saw" his father's unwilling and helpless back as he received the imperial edict.

He "heard" his elder brother pounding his chest and roaring with resentment in the dilapidated hut.

"My Lin family has been loyal and virtuous for generations!"

"Why! Why?!"

He "smelled" the stench of his second and third brothers' wounds, and the unwilling look in their eyes before they died!

These ones.

They are no longer vague fragments of memory.

Instead, they transformed into sharp knives, churning wildly deep within Lin Mo's soul.

"The Third...Prince..."

"And... that old dog on the dragon throne!"

Lin Mo murmured softly.

Then he smiled.

His smile was utterly sinister.

The dying Ghost Seven stared at Lin Mo in terror.

He was stunned by that aura.

It was as if I saw evil spirits crawling out of a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses, the ancient grudges that had been condensed in the deepest abyss!

He wanted to break free, he wanted to beg for mercy.

However, Lin Mo did not give him any more chances.

"Crunch!"

With a crisp sound, Gui Qi's neck was crushed by a single foot.