life fate

It was pitch black all around, and the air was filled with a cold, damp smell of corruption.

Cheng Mubei leaned back, found support on the wall behind him, and slowly relaxed his body.

The wound on his waist was still bleeding, and the pain made him clenched his teeth.

Damn, that old man Jiugui really wanted his life.

He exhaled slowly and calmly, listening to a few heartbeats in the darkness.

Or solve the immediate problem.

His dead ghost father insisted on letting him participate in this stupid selection, which almost caused him to lose his life on the way.

This is the first selection in Prisoner Valley. Ten people will fight each other in a group. Only the last two will survive.

Cheng Mubei raised his right hand to press his left chest, closed his eyes and circulated his internal energy to hide his heartbeat.

Fortunately, when I came here, I learned a life-saving secret - the technique of concealing the mind, which can completely hide my heartbeat.

Cheng Mubei maintained a sliver of sanity to observe the fight, and then devoted himself to healing his wounds.

The sound of heartbeats quickly changed to five, four, three, two... The speed of reduction was extremely fast, obviously a master got impatient and started to fight one-sidedly.Cheng Mubei didn't dare to be negligent, so he hurriedly regained his senses, put his hands on his waist, clasped the Ghost Slayer Blade, and took precautions.

There was a flash of light in the darkness—there was no heartbeat.

Cheng Mubei's heart sank, and a sharp murderous aura approached his eyebrows.A new heartbeat emerged, steady and powerful.The other party probably discovered him by the light of the knife.

Cheng Mubei sneered, he was really unlucky, he stole a teacher and met the right master, "Brother, is Shen Jiansheng?"

This concealment technique is the unique skill of the Shen family. It is fundamental for the Shen family to be a family of assassins. Anyone who steals the internal skills of the Shen family will be killed without mercy.And the one in front of him is known as the "Shen Family Weapon".

Shen Jiansheng remained motionless, and the two of them were in a stalemate.Cheng Mubei simply relaxed his body, leaning against the wall as if he was resigned, "It is said that 'Wen Tian' will have its own streamer when it is out of its sheath, and it really lived up to its reputation when I saw it today."

Wentian is Shen Jiansheng's weapon. It is said that it is a divine weapon handed down from ancient times. If you practice the Wentian Nine Styles, you will be the best swordsman in this world.However, in the past few years, the scabbard inscribed with the three styles of Tianhou has been lost.

As the only assassin with a big knife, Shen Jiansheng killed countless people and was ruthless, so he was named "Shen Family Weapon".

"Brother Shen, this selection requires two people to stay, so you will spare my life? Why don't we say hello so that we can get along better in the future." In the darkness, Shen Jiansheng couldn't see Cheng Mubei's expression at all. But Cheng Mubei still put on his usual fake smile.

Shen Jiansheng did not put down the knife, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"I'm just an unknown person. I had no intention of stealing the secrets of the Shen family. I just accidentally saved a chivalrous man from the Shen family. He taught me this life-saving technique to repay me." Cheng Mubei said in one breath, and at the end, he added, " My name is Cheng Mubei."

Shen Jiansheng snorted lightly, and before he could make another move, the sky was bright.

The sudden light dazzled both of them, and they both lowered their heads and covered their eyes with their hands.Cheng Mubei took the opportunity to move aside to prevent the great god opposite from poking his head inadvertently.

Only then did Cheng Mubei see clearly the situation he was in. This was a cubicle surrounded by four walls, the overhead was empty, and the scorching sun was hanging in the blue sky. The roof might have been covered by something before.The eight dead people were scattered on the ground, and the smell of blood gradually became stronger.

But Shen Jiansheng on the opposite side put away the knife, he was actually a clean boy.His body seemed a bit thin, a big knife was almost at the same height as him, the expression on his delicate face was indifferent, and his pair of red phoenix eyes made his indifference even more.

Compared with those dead bodies, Cheng Mubei himself was not much better.The bleeding from the wound had stopped, but the red shirt he was wearing was stained a bit hideously, and his face must have looked ugly.

Before Cheng Mubei had time to lament his stalwart image, a vague and heavy voice came from the top of the high wall, "Congratulations, little devils, for passing the first level. If you want to go to the next level, hurry up and climb out."

Sitting on the top of the wall was a tall man with legs dangling.He suddenly bent down, his face was wearing a gossip makeup, his eye circles were painted black, and there were two glaring blood tears.I don't know how thick the face is smeared, the whole face is pale and pale, especially the long bloody tongue in the bloody mouth, which is creepy.

He looked down at Shen Jiansheng, then turned his gaze to Cheng Mubei, and smiled inexplicably, the "cuckoo" laughter seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

Then he straightened up lightly, with his toes touching the wall, he disappeared.

The wall, which was more than ten feet high, suddenly doubled in height, and the sky became darker.Cheng Mubei and Shen Jiansheng looked at each other, and couldn't help but suppress the corners of their mouths and let out a wry smile.

Seeing that Shen Jiansheng wanted to lean against the wall to listen, Cheng Mubei quickly stopped him, "Brother Shen, there may be something wrong with this wall."

Shen Jiansheng paused and looked up to measure the height.

Seeing that Shen Jiansheng didn't look at him, Cheng Mubei didn't look annoyed, and continued, "Just now that gossip guy sitting on the wall hasn't changed, and he's going to pull up as soon as he leaves the wall, I'm afraid..."

Shen Jiansheng finally took a good look at Cheng Mubei. This man was handsome, and his fair complexion was accentuated by his red clothes.His headband seemed to be missing, and his black hair was disheveled.Even though he was in a state of distress and his face was pale, those peach blossom eyes were still shining brightly, giving him a monstrous appearance that could not distinguish between good and evil.

Shen Jiansheng has seen all kinds of agencies and secret passages since he was a child, so he naturally understood what Cheng Mubei meant.I'm afraid that if you touch this wall once, it will be fine, but if you touch it twice, it will double in height.So what to do?

"Brother Shen, I have an idea." Cheng Mubei smiled weakly, "I can insert five short blades into the wall at the same time, and I will have to rely on Brother Shen's lightness kung fu to take my younger brother out." The Shen family's lightness kung fu has always been Yes, although Shen Jiansheng is young, he has some accomplishments.

Shen Jiansheng looked at Cheng Mubei like that, and pondered for a while, as if he was considering whether he should trust this person.Cheng Mubei sat blankly, exercising his internal energy, so as to heal the internal injury first.After a long time, Shen Jiansheng nodded, and his indifferent eyes fell on Cheng Mubei.

Cheng Mubei took out a few silver-glowing short knives from the storage bag at his waist, concentrated his energy, and shot the short knives from several directions extremely quickly.The short blade was evenly inserted into the wall vertically, and the wall immediately made a rumbling sound, and dust fell down. Cheng Mubei thought, "No way?" After a while, the wall disappeared again, and it was gone. movement.

Cheng Mubei breathed a sigh of relief, and Shen Jiansheng lifted his back collar and flitted over the wall.

The light outside the wall was still bright, the sun was setting in the west, and the sky was dyed deep and light red.Not far away is a meadow with sparkling streams.

Cheng Mubei seemed to be still in shock, after Shen Jiansheng let go, he leaned softly against the wall.

The long-tongued ghost was grilling fish by the stream. When he saw them, he made a ferocious smile, "Oh, your hands and feet are quite nimble." After speaking, he concentrated on grilling his fish. He fiddled with some bottles and cans from his pocket—— It's some seasoning.Not long after, the smell of fish overflowed, and the long-tongued ghost smacked his lips, only to realize that there were two little ghosts next to him, "You have to eat and catch yourself."

Cheng Mubei thought, but he didn't have the strength.As for Shen Jiansheng... without changing his face, he sat aside and ate some biscuits.

So Young Master Cheng silently made another note in his heart for a long time, this old man made him unable to even eat fish.Cheng Mubei tossed about in the storage bag silently for a long time. All the food and wound medicine were with Nan Chu, and he only had some hidden weapons and poison left.

He looked pitifully at the long-tongued ghost who was eating deliciously. The ghost focused on eating fish after glancing at him, as if he was afraid of being snatched.So Cheng Mubei had no choice but to silently turn his gaze to Shen Jiansheng. Shen Jiansheng felt Cheng Mubei's gaze, raised his eyelids and looked at him, paused, swallowed the remaining biscuits, got up and walked towards the creek.

Seeing that Shen Jiansheng was going to catch fish, the long-tongued ghost sneered, and looked at Cheng Mubei with a half-smile, "Why is the little girl here to participate in the selection? Why don't you go home and drink milk."

The voice was a bit rough and husky, like a strange uncle who frightens children.

Cheng Mubei was so choked that he couldn't speak for a while, so he simply sat against the wall and closed his eyes to heal his injuries.It would be easy to stop the bleeding injury. His recovery ability was stronger than ordinary people, and it was not a big deal without the wound medicine.

On the contrary, this gossip ghost always gave him a familiar feeling, but he searched his memory, and he really didn't remember such a person.And that Shen Jiansheng... is an honest gentleman and can't be wrong.

His thoughts drifted back to the selection in Prisoner's Glen.Prisoner Valley is the most upright cult in Jianghu, specializing in detaining and arresting wicked people.Its selection is divided into five levels, and the examination questions change every year, with no rules to follow.And there are only two types of people who participate in the selection every year - one is those who are eager to be outstanding in the world, and they try their best to win the first place in the selection, so that they can become the guardian of the Prisoner Valley.One type is that the major families send offspring to practice, but most of them are non-heirs. After all, this selection is a life-and-death struggle.

Shen Jiansheng caught several fish and came back, and the long-tongued ghost snatched two by the way. In return, he contributed his own seasoning.

The night gradually floated up, and the birdsong rang out from far and near.The three people who were full sat around the fire, and the long-tongued ghost belched, "The next level is called 'Ghost Gate', and you will go to a small village full of ghosts imprisoned in the prison valley. Kill them all and run through the village."

There were dancing flames in the eyes of the long-tongued ghost, and there was a sense of killing pleasure oozing from his eyes.Cheng Mubei turned to look at Shen Jiansheng, who just stared at the fire indifferently, without any reaction.

"Then how do we know if we're done killing?" Cheng Mubei asked.

The long-tongued ghost smiled quietly, "Ghosts are not afraid of people, they will always crawl out if they are not dead."

Cheng Mubei suddenly shuddered, as if he was frightened.

The long-tongued ghost laughed twice, stood up and wiped his greasy hands on his dusty trousers, "Climb the mountain and you will arrive. I will wait for you at the entrance of the village." He pointed to a mountain in the distance. Pointing, shaking his body, the man disappeared, only his weird voice echoed in the empty mountain, "I pointed at the entrance of the village, if you are slaughtered at the first pass, it will just save trouble..."

Cheng Mubei curled his lips, and when he raised his head, he happened to meet Shen Jiansheng's scrutinizing gaze. "Thank you Brother Shen for the fish." Cheng Mubei smiled slightly.

Shen Jiansheng looked at him indifferently, "No thanks, just so that you won't be delayed."

Cheng Mubei froze for a moment, then laughed dryly, "What brother Shen said is absolutely true."