It doesn't matter what the lord is.

"Feel sorry."

I was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously clenched the bun in my hand, not even noticing the juice splashing on my body.

I just felt a surge of anger and couldn't help but throw the bun against the wall, creating a big hole.

OK, Hilo, you have learned to lie to me, right? You said you would meet me tonight, but in the end you left me a set of original nightgown?

Damn, you like to run away, don’t you? You like to leave without saying goodbye, don’t you?

I'll spank your butt until it's swollen when I get back.

And you, the secret guards, the messengers, the King of Hell, the pinnacle of assassins, the monsters who enjoy killing?

Today, I, Lid, will teach you what assassination is.

55. My life in exchange for his

How to train an excellent assassin?

Each family has its own way.

Lord Huai believes that "it is difficult for a hero to resist the temptation of beauty", so his dark organization [Nocturne] is mostly composed of femme fatales with graceful figures, charming and romantic, and skilled in assassination. Lord Zixuan feels that he should "learn from the barbarians to defeat the barbarians", so he recruited many thieves who are good at night activities to fill her dark organization [Luochen]. Another example is Yunhai Baifeng, who follows the principle of "conquering people with virtue" in any field. He rarely trains his own assassins, but countless celebrities from all over the world come to him with just a wave of his hand.

As one of the three major dark organizations famous for assassinations, Lingwu's [Hidden Guards] has always believed in only four words.

"Heartless and ungrateful."

In Lingwu's opinion, this is the most basic requirement for being an assassin. If one is ruthless and has no sense of justice, even his senses become dull, he can endure the hardships that ordinary people cannot endure, and even if he is caught and tortured, he will not reveal any information.

So how do you do this?

The secret guards have their own ways of being secret guards.

They took a three to four-year-old child and pierced their back of the head with a silver needle, with the tip of the needle immersing an inch into the skull, destroying part of the brain function, so that they would never feel any human emotions again. This process was extremely painful and risky, and only one out of ten children would be lucky to survive, as most children died the moment the needle entered their brains.

The children who survived became very obedient.

The seven emotions, joy, anger, worry, sadness, fear, and shock, none of them remain; the six desires, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind, are numb like stones. Ruthless and righteous, without desires and demands, this is the real assassin, and only he is qualified to inherit the position of the hidden guard [Grand Commander].

When Shiloh was a child, I don't know if it was because the silver needle was inserted a little off or for some other reason, her emotions were not completely lost, but a very small part was retained. That little bit of emotion was like a firefly in the dark night, unable to illuminate anything, but because of its existence, Shiloh could not completely blend into the darkness.

Compared to assassins of the same period, she is like a defective product.

While other assassins in the same batch were already able to kill people as skillfully as a butcher cutting up an ox, Shiloh was still unable to take action.

Shiloh does everything well, gets top marks in training, and his theoretical knowledge is as good as anyone's.

She had endured the wind and snow in her thin clothes since she was young, and she had chewed all kinds of poisonous insects with her nose pinched until they made a creaking sound. She stood up expressionlessly even when she was covered with wounds, letting the blood flow and melt the ice and snow under her feet. She stood on one foot on a wooden stake several meters high and remained motionless. She dived into the freezing cold lake and held her breath for hours. She tore raw meat with her sharp teeth and drank blood. She was alone in the wilderness on a starry night, crawling on the ground to practice the skill of hiding her breath.

She did all of these, even better than other assassins of the same period.

At that time, the Grand Governor also had high hopes for her and said privately that she could be of great use.

The only shortcoming is that Shiloh is very resistant to killing people.

At first everyone thought she was just not used to it, and it would be fine once she got used to it. Who among assassins doesn't have dozens or hundreds of lives? At first everyone was not used to it, but now everyone is used to it, and some even enjoy it. Why are the Ten Kings of Hell so strong? They kill people, they often have killing competitions, and they often discuss how to kill people faster and more excitingly. So everyone thinks that Xi Luo will be like this, and it must be like this.

But gradually, they discovered that Shiloh was indeed an outlier, the only outlier among the forty-nine people.

One of her teachers, the King Chujiang of the Second Hall, one of the Ten Yama Halls, once asked her:

"What a joke! You can kill wild animals but not humans? Cut out the heart with a knife and eat it with wine! It's so tender and fresh. Once you taste it, you will fall in love with killing people."

Shiloh replied:

"Human life is different from that of wild animals."

The second palace Chu Jiang had a look of disdain on his face and sneered:

"What's the difference? Killing people or killing pigs is still killing! When you kill many times, you will get used to it. If you don't kill people, people will kill you. If you are heartless, you will have no worries. If you have no worries, you will have no pain. Remember this well."

Shiloh lowered his head and said nothing.

She was taught so many right things since she was a child:

Killing is right, being mean is right, and doing whatever it takes is right.

It is right to exchange life for life when necessary.

It is also right to die for the hidden guard.

Everyone is taught this and everyone does this.

Those are all right things, but I just don’t know what’s right about them.

Every time I think of these things, I feel a chill that penetrates my bones. Even the overwhelming frost and snow cannot make the cold penetrate my heart, but this kind of indifference in the world seems to be able to penetrate deep into my bones.

Gradually, no one regarded Shiloh as a genius anymore, but as a laughing stock.

If an assassin can't even hold a knife steady to kill someone, what kind of assassin is he? Go home and suck your mother's milk.

In fact, even Shiloh himself has been fed up with this remaining emotion countless times: Why am I the only one who is different? Why am I the only one who has to endure such pain? Would it be better if he became as numb as the people around him?

Most people have discarded their good qualities while growing up, and attributed all of this to the secular world that has smoothed their edges. But in fact, when you think about it, everyone hates the secular world, but everyone will embrace it. This is just because it is the most worry-free and labor-saving way of life. Becoming like everyone else is a compromise that everyone has to make.

So what happens if you don't compromise?

It won't be a big deal, you'll just become that useless person that never grows up in the eyes of others.

When other assassins went to various parts of the world for training, Shiloh finally received his orders.

Go to that distant western city, lie dormant, and hinder its development.

It's not something that requires killing.

Shiloh breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, there, everything became different.

When setting the fire, the city lord snatched the mask away without anyone noticing, and when assassinating, he held her tightly in his arms. Although it was her own initiative, her first kiss was inexplicably given away. Afterwards, countless assassinations failed, and the dignity of an assassin was already shattered into pieces. He was constantly fed with all kinds of delicious food, and she fell into this tenderness unknowingly and couldn't extricate herself. At first, she comforted herself by saying "I can't kill him anyway", but gradually, Shiloh herself realized that it was not that she couldn't kill him, but that she didn't want to kill him anymore.

After meeting Lid, she suddenly felt that it was fortunate that she was different and an outlier. She had endured so much hardship and finally got the reward. At that moment, the previous pain suddenly became insignificant.

"Can other people understand this feeling?"

Whenever she thought about this, Shiloh would feel a little proud like a competitive child, although these emotions would never show on her face.

The assassin who came to Yuxi City was Xiluo. It was Lid's luck, otherwise he would have lost at least Fang Shisan.

Coming to Yuxi City was also Xiluo's luck. There would never be another non-relative in the world who would pamper her like this.

This is luck for both of them.

So, Shiloh made a decision.

She left Yuxi City alone with heavy steps.

She followed the signs to the gloomy room alone.

An open house in Rivet City was originally the residence of a wealthy family. However, Fang Shisan almost conquered Rivet City some time ago, and many wealthy families were frightened and sold their houses and lands to move east. The vacant house was rented by a few outsiders, and no one would notice it.

There were only a few flickering lights in the room, with light and shadows mottled together.

The messenger Shuang put his hands in his sleeves and stood quietly by the side. Two men and one woman sat on chairs, crossed their legs, and rocked the chairs back and forth. The three assassins, the first palace Qin Guang Wang, the second palace Chu Jiang Wang, and the ninth palace Pingdeng Wang, did not look like assassins at all, and were as calm as ordinary people.

Of course, this is only in the eyes of ordinary people.

For Shilo, who was kneeling in the middle of the room, cold sweat could not stop dripping to the ground. It was clearly winter but it felt like the hottest summer of the year.

In front of her, the only female among the three assassins, Queen Jiudian Pingdeng, raised her eyebrows and asked:

"What are you going to do? Say it again, I didn't hear you clearly."

Shiloh swallowed his saliva and repeated what he had just said:

"…I will exchange my life for his."

The Ninth Palace Equal King laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. His thin shoulders twitched and he pointed at Shiloh and asked:

"Your life? What does your life mean to you? Do you really think you are the boss? As long as you are not the Grand Commander, you will be just the lowest assassin among the secret guards! Your life originally belonged to us, why would you exchange it for anything else?!"

The second hall, Prince Chujiang, was a big bearded man. He looked at Xi Luo with a complicated expression and said:

"You know the King's character. Na Lide didn't have to die, but he tried to incite you to rebel several times, which was a taboo for the secret guards. This order was specially approved by the King, and even the Grand Commander can't save you."

The First Palace Prince Qin Guang had a gloomy expression and a cold voice:

"It's almost time, let's get started. There are still many people to be killed."

The Ninth Palace Equality King laughed, his voice as harsh as a night owl:

"Killing people? I love it the most, especially the blood of young women, which is the best for beauty and skin care. Don't fight with me for it!"

The Second Palace King Chujiang sighed, stood up, and said to Xi Luo:

"Master once asked you whether you wanted to be an assassin or a saint. Do you have an answer now?"

Shiloh raised his head, opened his mouth, and said:

"Assassins also have feelings. Emotions are a burden. But I don't want to give up... and I don't regret it."

As soon as the words fell, the killing intent surged out like a tide. A snow-white dagger slipped out of Xi Luo's sleeve, and she rushed forward to meet the three people standing at the top of the assassin.

Yes, she was afraid. She had seen the strength of her masters with her own eyes, and had seen the scenes of her masters killing people with her own eyes. Those bloody and horrific scenes were engraved in her mind and in her soul. This fear had long been deeply rooted, but at this moment, she didn't know where she got the courage to take a knife to kill an assassin who was much stronger than herself.

But after just two steps, his limbs were pierced by the dagger and nailed to the ground, and blood was all over the blue bricks under his feet. The Ninth Palace Equal King tilted his head, made a "tsk" sound, and said:

"You little girl, you want to betray your master and ancestors. Your abilities are just what we left over."

Prince Qin Guang of the First Palace nodded and said coldly:

"It is a fact that Xiluo betrayed the secret guards, and his crime of attacking us is even more serious. King Pingdeng, execute him."

"I know it without you having to tell me."

The young woman stretched out her hand, and a green dagger appeared in her palm. King Pingdeng approached Xiluo with a grim smile, and gestured at her forehead.

Then he stabbed the dagger forward suddenly.

56. Because you are bad

The dagger changed direction the moment it touched Shiloh's forehead.

The sharp blade scraped against Shiloh's skin, leaving a trace of blood.

The harsh sound of metal collision seemed to mess up the brain.

The ninth hall's Prince Pingdeng suddenly widened his eyes, and the purple eye shadow looked strange and terrifying in the darkness. She waved her hand back, and seven or eight daggers instantly nailed the beams. Looking back, there was nothing there. The second hall's Prince Chujiang shouted:

"Watch your back!"

King Pingdeng turned around again, but the moment he turned around he saw a shoe sole stepping on his face, crushing his still beautiful face to the ground.

She heard the man sneer and say:

"What are the Ten Kings of Hell? They're not that great."

King Chu Jiang shouted loudly and slapped out with his palm, causing the air to explode, but as soon as the fist wind arrived, the man had disappeared.

Only a long voice came from the beams:

"Here it is, silly."

King Chujiang looked up at the rooftop, where a young man lay lazily on the broad beam with his hands clasped behind his head, looking at him with eyes half asleep. Just as he was about to get angry, King Qinguang of the First Palace said coldly:

"King Pingdeng, King Chujiang, this man is very agile and has some martial arts skills. Use assassination techniques to kill him."

King Chujiang and King Pingdeng snorted and retreated to the corner of the room. In an instant, they disappeared into the darkness, and their auras disappeared without a trace. King Qin Guang kept his eyes on the young man on the beam. He flipped his sleeves and dropped a long sword, holding it in his hand, and stood proudly. In the tense atmosphere, Xi Luo suddenly raised his head and asked loudly:

"What are you doing here?"

The young man on the beam said unhappily:

"I'll take you back. Otherwise, how can we still come here for tourism? Although you don't need to buy a ticket, climbing the city wall almost exhausted me to death, you know?"

Shiloh bit his lip for a long time before he said:

"fool."

King Qin Guang seemed to understand the conversation between the two and asked the young man:

"Leed, the Lord of Yuxi City?"

The boy replied in the same unpleasant tone: