I'm not a theatre god

"Damn it! What are those law enforcers doing? They can't even stop a few fire usurpers, how can they come to hunt me?!"

"Pu Wen's plan won't work! He's just a piece of trash who only knows how to talk on paper!!"

"Damn it... Damn it!!"

"The Bai Qi order is gone, and the ring is gone! This time I'm really dead!!"

Yan Xicai ran wildly on the hill with all his strength, cursing while running. He didn't dare to look back, for fear that if he looked back, his head would fall to the ground like everyone else... He didn't want this to happen, his head was very precious.

In a hurry, Yan Xicai stepped on the air and rolled down the hill like a ball.

A lot of mud and gravel covered his body, and he was dizzy. When he finally came to his senses, his body had already fallen heavily to the ground.

Pain came from all over his body, he groaned and opened his eyes, the gray sky that had not changed for hundreds of years was like lead stone pressing on his head... Yan Xicai tried to sit up, but failed.

He had multiple fractures on his body. Not to mention getting up, even the slightest movement would make him grimace in pain.

Yan Xicai had never experienced such pain before. He could only lie on the ground like a corpse, his chest constantly gasping for breath... The misty white air floated in the air, and his heart was full of despair.

He was really panicking.

He was afraid that he would really die in this ancient treasure, and then he would have nothing... His revenge plan, his Chamber of Commerce property, he finally got such a good birth, who knows what kind of poor ghost he will become in the next life?

A rustling sound came from the side.

Yan Xicai's heart instantly rose to his throat. He widened his eyes and stared at the sky not far away. He was afraid to see the devilish face of No. 10, because that would be his doomsday.

To his surprise, it was not No. 10 who came... but a face he was somewhat familiar with.

"It's you?!" Yan Xicai opened his eyes wide in surprise.

It was a young man with a scar on his face and limping... He was Xiao Jian.

"Quick! Take me away from here!" Yan Xicai was ecstatic and said immediately, "Carry me! As long as I can get out alive, I guarantee that you can continue to be a law enforcer! And you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life!"

Yan Xicai couldn't walk anymore, but he could let Xiao Jian carry him. As long as he could leave here and find a place to hide, he would be able to survive when the ancient treasure was opened again!

Xiao Jian glanced at Yan Xicai's huge body, and after a moment, he slowly shook his head:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yan... I'm a cripple."

As soon as this sentence came out, Yan Xicai's voice stopped abruptly.

Yes, Xiao Jian was a cripple. How could a person who had difficulty walking on his own carry Yan Xicai and escape the pursuit of the usurper of fire?

Thinking of this, Yan Xicai's just-raised flame of hope was shattered in an instant... He looked at the ugly and skinny Xiao Jian, and his resentment and anger could not help but burst out from his heart. He stared with bloodshot eyes and cursed:

"Fuck... Fuck!!!"

"It has come to this point!! You are still a fucking waste!! Waste!!!"

"My life is in your hands, your glory and wealth are in your hands! You can't control it yourself!! Why did I bring you such a burden?! Can you do anything well?! I am really unlucky!!!"

Yan Xicai was completely broken. He didn't expect that his promising life would end up being defeated by a cripple... He is now regretting why he accepted this waste into the law enforcer. He should have beaten this waste to death with his father!

Xiao Jian lowered his head and let Yan Xicai curse. Under the gray sky, his eyes gradually turned cold.

The humiliation he had suffered, the humiliation his father had suffered, all the past flashed back in his mind. He looked at that ugly and ferocious face, and his fists clenched tightly uncontrollably...

"You are the same as your father! You are both fucking useless! If my father hadn't given him a meal, he would have..."

"Shut up!!"

Xiao Jian roared, and the whole person rode directly on Yan Xicai and punched him in the cheek!

Yan Xicai's voice suddenly stopped. He stared at Xiao Jian, who had a fierce look in his eyes. After a while, he said in disbelief, "You dare to hit me? You actually dare to hit me..."

"I hit you, so what?" Xiao Jian suddenly punched down again, one punch after another,

"Is it great to be born into a good family?! Why are you so arrogant?! My father was chosen by your father to enter the family because of his own ability. Who do you think you are? How dare you scold him?! My useless leg was broken by you when you were drunk. If it weren't for you, would I have fallen to this point?!"

Xiao Jian's fist was very hard, which was trained by his years of doing rough work. He punched Yan Xicai desperately, and the latter was beaten so hard that he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

Until Xiao Jian was tired of beating, Yan Xicai, whose face was covered with blood, finally caught his breath. He stared at Xiao Jian, his eyes were red with anger.

"You dare to hit me! You're dead!"

"I'm dead?"

Xiao Jian sneered, and he suddenly pulled out a short knife from his waist and stabbed it into Yan Xicai's lungs!

"Who is dead?"

Yan Xicai screamed, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, "You dare to kill me... your whole family must die..."

"I killed you? Who can prove it?" The cold light in Xiao Jian's eyes became more and more sinister, "The usurper of fire sneaked into the ancient military treasures and started a killing spree. The death of Yan Xicai... is it strange?"

Hearing these words, panic appeared on Yan Xicai's face. He looked at Xiao Jian's ferocious scarred face in astonishment, as if he had met him for the first time.

Xiao Jian pulled out the short knife and stabbed it into Yan Xicai's body crazily. The blade went in and out, getting scarier and scarier. The blood flowed down the gray ground, and a pool of blood gradually submerged the two of them.

Yan Xicai's life was passing crazily. He wanted to stop Xiao Jian and use resources or promises to buy his life, but at this moment he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

"Little... Jane..." Blood poured into Yan Xicai's throat like spring water, and he spoke vaguely.

"My name is not Jane."

Xiao Jian held the handle of the short knife with both hands and raised it high. For the first time, her eyes, which were always full of humility and flattery, showed an unprecedented bloodiness.

"My name is Jian Changsheng!!"

puff--!

The blade suddenly penetrated Yan Xicai's throat.

Yan Xicai's body shook violently, and then he completely collapsed to the ground... and lost his breath.

Xiao Jian's chest heaved violently, and the corners of his mouth splattered with blood unconsciously rose. An unprecedented sense of freedom and transparency filled his heart, as if a nightmare had been broken, and everything about him was being embraced. newborn!

At the same time, above the thick clouds, the base of the Bingshen Dao lit up!

"At this time, is there anyone else recognized by the Bingshen Dao?"

No. 8, who was chasing Pu Wen, saw this and stopped suddenly.

He looked at the black ribbon extending from the foundation and falling towards the hills not far away, and a glimmer of light shone in his eyes!

The plan of relying on their own accumulation of murderous aura to attract the attention of Bing Shen Dao is obviously no longer feasible. If they want to steal the foundation fragments of Bing Shen Dao, they can only start with other people's Shen Dao... and this Shen Dao is too far away from them. It's close. It's probably not too late to get over now!

No. 8 gave up chasing Pu Wen without hesitation and rushed straight towards the black ribbon hanging from the sky...

…

the edge of the hill,

A figure in red who witnessed Xiao Jian torturing Yan Xicai raised his eyebrows.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth,

"interesting……"