Return [Quick Transmigration]

"An illegitimate child, he thought he could beat us young and old."

"Young Master, look quickly, this cripple really looks like a mad dog now."

"Hey, cripple, you've grown up and dared to push me? Hit me, hit me hard, I'll be the one to die!"

"Damn cripple! Deserve to die!"

"The cripple...hahaha...Look, the cripple is still staring at us, he has the guts to stand up and hit us, fool!"

"Boss, young man... this cripple seems to have left a lot of blood, he won't really die, right?"

"What are you afraid of? If this kind of garbage dies, it will die. The police should thank us for helping them dispose of the garbage. Let's go, let's go drink, please!"

In the haze, the bustling voices gradually faded away from the ears.The winter snow slowly fell from the sky to the ground, and the people lying on the ground remained motionless and were slowly covered by the snow.From under his body, bright red blood flowed out. This blood, which was still warm, soon dyed the snow-stained ground a dazzling red.

After a long time, a black car drove past this deep alley, and suddenly, the car slowly retreated from the front.

Qin Zhao heard the sound of footsteps stepping on the white snow, and then a low, magnetic voice with the coolness of winter sounded from above his head.

"Call an ambulance."

As the words fell, there seemed to be a chaotic response, and Qin Zhao felt that the voice was really noisy.

Then, a pair of black leather shoes stepped on the white snow appeared in Qin Zhao's blurred vision, and after that... Qin Zhao couldn't tell whether it was his fantasy or the real thing.The man in front of him squatted down in front of him with half his knees extremely low, and then held his hand.

The man's hands were warm, not as cold as his voice.

When Qin Zhao completely fainted, the last thing he saw was the silver watch on the man's wrist that emitted a glare of light...

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With a "squeak", the wooden door was slowly pushed open from the outside, and a few rays of sunlight came in from the outside, illuminating the originally dark interior.

"NO.17, NO.17, are you awake?"

A teenager carefully leaned halfway in from the door, and when he saw the smile on the face of the person sitting up by the window, he grinned even wider. He happily called out "NO.17", and then realized that This is not right, I hurriedly looked around for a while, then patted my chest and hurried into the house, and then closed the door again.

"No.17, why didn't you answer me when you woke up?" The boy who entered the door pouted and complained.

Qin Zhao, known as No. 17, withdrew his gaze from the window lattice, and landed on the young man who kept chattering as soon as he appeared.This boy looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a slight baby fat on his cheeks.He had long black hair, which was tied behind his head with a blue ribbon and tied into a ponytail.The boy was wearing clothes of the same color as the headband, a light blue tights with sleeves and leggings, and a pair of black cloth shoes underneath.

Qin Zhao noticed that the young man was carrying a slender Tang knife with about half of an arm, a narrow straight blade, a small handle, a long handle, and a sheath wrapped in gold and silver.

As for the boy's name, Qin Zhao's brain gave the answer in an instant, it was called NO.16, and his original name was Fu Mingchun.

Seeing that Qin Zhao didn't reply to his words, Fu Mingchun just stared at him fixedly, he looked down suspiciously at his whole body.Could it be that he went to the kitchen to steal food and didn't wipe his mouth clean?Or did the pastry crumbs get on the clothes?

Qin Zhao looked back at his movements, "What's the matter?"

As soon as he spoke, Qin Zhao heard his own hoarse voice.He narrowed his eyes slightly, and put his hand on his neck. No matter how he heard the voice, it sounded like the voice of a boy in his teens when his voice changed.

When Fu Mingchun was questioned by Qin Zhao, he remembered his purpose for coming here today.He adjusted his expression and tried to put on a serious look, "Sir, if you wake up, you will come to train with us tomorrow, if you don't wake up..." Fu Mingchun didn't say anything later, and said He changed back to the grinning look before and said, "Anyway, you are awake now, so the rest is not important. There is still training in the afternoon, I'm leaving, you continue to rest, tomorrow...remember to come early."

"You know, sir, he doesn't like people being late."

After finishing speaking, Fu Mingchun took out a small bag of fragrant pastries from his clothes and stuffed them into Qin Zhao's hands, then leaned into his ear and whispered, "I came here from the kitchen, you Hurry up and eat before anyone finds out, or both of us will be punished."

Fu Mingchun didn't wait for Qin Zhao to reply, he rushed to the door in one stride.He pushed open the door and looked back at Qin Zhao, who was like a gourd, with some worry in his eyes, "Then, then I'm leaving, you have a good rest."

"Ah."

After getting a response, Fu Mingchun was finally happy, and hurried out of the door to help Qin Zhao close the door again.Sitting on the bed, Qin Zhao watched Fu Mingchun's figure passing by at the window, and then lowered his eyes to the pastry that still had the other person's body temperature in his hand.

Qin Zhao lifted off the oil paper wrapped in the pastry, and the lumpy taro cake inside had broken into two halves.He twisted a small piece into his mouth, it was a bit sweet, but not annoying.

I don't know how many days my body tasted a little food, and my stomach started to growl. With a calm face, Qin Zhao slowly ate all the taro cake Fu Mingchun gave him.Finally feeling full in his empty stomach, Qin Zhao lifted the quilt and went to the edge of the bed, picked up the cloth shoes on the ground, glanced at them, and put them on his feet.

The room was not big, and there was a square table on the wall on the other side of the bed. There was a basin on the table, and a white square was placed beside the basin.Qin Zhao just stood up, his head was still a little dizzy, he shook his face, and walked to the square table with his limp body, and a figure happened to be reflected in the water basin.

Although the water is not as clear as a mirror can illuminate a person, Qin Zhao can still see the reflection in the water clearly.

The child in the water seemed to be about 12 years old, and he looked very thin, with both sides of his cheeks so thin that they were retracted into the cheek sockets.The eyes are gloomy, like a stagnant pool, the nose is still quite upturned, and the lips are thin, but they are now tightly pressed together.In addition to these, there is a white cloth wrapped around the top of the head, and traces of blood have overflowed in the center of the forehead, presumably from an injury.

And this injured and skinny child was none other than Qin Zhao.

But Qin Zhao is very sure that this body is not his, even though the facial features are [-]% or [-]% similar to when he was young.

Qin Zhao silently looked around at the furnishings in the house. The window lattices were carved with thousands of birds flying, two light brown huanghuali wooden doors, simple square tables and chairs, and a row of mud beds covered with bamboo mats. and bamboo pillows.All this is telling Qin Zhao that this is not a dream, he has indeed been reborn, or in other words, resurrected from a dead body.

Qin Zhao inherited the memory of the original body, who was also called Qin Zhao, who was actually 13 years old this year, and became a dead disciple of Baixue Villa a month ago.

A dead disciple, as the name suggests, is a person who has sold himself to Baixue Villa, and is the disciple of the gentleman that Fu Chunming said.It is said to be an apprentice, but it is actually just a general term for those who study under the master.

As for Baixue Villa, there is another alias called——

Assassination door.

And the dead disciples like Qin Zhao and Fu Chunming are the fresh blood cultivated by the Assassin Sect. They are also called assassins, assassins in the dark, or assassins.

Of course, only the living are called dark assassins, and the dead are only the dead.

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The dinner was delivered by a servant. Qin Zhao sat on one side of the square table, quietly watching the servant put the vegetables in the bamboo basket on the table one by one with his eyes closed.

"Ah ah ah."

The servant called out twice, indicating that the dishes had been served, and then walked out of the room with an empty basket.

Qin Zhao looked at the steaming dishes in front of him, and the memories of these meal delivery boys flooded up in his mind.At the Assassination Gate, all the servants seem to have had their eyes gouged out and their tongues cut off.And these are the rules of the sect, except for the dead disciples being trained and the assassin team that has been trained in the sect, the rest can only be a handyman who "can't see, hear, or gossip".

And the Dead Apostles who couldn't enter the assassin group were either killed or assigned to these handymen.

Qin Zhao tightened his grip on the chopsticks, and suddenly realized that there were only two paths in front of him, either to work hard to join the assassination team, or to become a useless person who could not see or speak, or...be killed die.

Thinking of this, Qin Zhao suddenly lost his appetite when he looked at the hot and fragrant food in front of him.

As soon as Haishi passed, footsteps came one after another outside the door, except for these messy footsteps, no one talked.People pushed open the huanghuali wooden door and rushed in. Qin Zhao raised his head, and the first thing he entered was the young man who was walking in the front.This young man looked two or three years older than Qin Zhao, with a strong build. After entering the door, he also saw Qin Zhao on the bed, but the man immediately sneered and cursed in Qin Zhao's direction, "trash" , he called his two companions to the bed at the end of the mud bed, and immediately took off his clothes.

Qin Zhao squinted his eyes and heard his words "trash" completely in his ears.If he remembers correctly, this person seems to be called NO.11?

There were five teenagers who came in. Their names happened to be No.11 to No.15. Most of them were between the ages of twelve and fifteen. They wore the same clothes as Fu Chunming, and they were all tied with blue hairbands. With her hair tied in a ponytail, she was wearing a blue tunic.

After they entered the door, they walked to their beds one after another. They seemed not interested in Qin Zhao who woke up from the injury. They kept their mouths tightly shut and looked very tired. Except for the sparse sound of changing clothes, they had no intention of talking at all. .

Among these people, Qin Zhao did not see Fu Chunming who had met once when he woke up.

After the people in the room changed and washed, they fell asleep without saying anything.The room that was originally lit with candles quickly fell into darkness again.

Qin Zhao lay under the quilt, and did not fall asleep like the people next to him, but looked at the dark roof with clear eyes.After half an hour, a figure appeared on the window lattice. As the figure passed by, Qin Zhao, who was lying under the window, heard the other person's panting.Then, the huanghuali wooden door was carefully pushed open from the outside.

Qin Zhao looked up, and saw Fu Chunming, who was wet with sweat, his hair was messy and stuck to his face, his clothes were covered with yellow mud, and he was all dirty, hunched over and panting heavily.

Qin Zhao's heart suddenly became like a mirror, and at the same time his heart also sank.

The reason why Fu Chunming came back now was because he had just completed the training assigned by his master.If Qin Zhao remembers correctly, those who fail to complete the training within the specified time will be punished accordingly.

Fu Chunming didn't know that Qin Zhao was not asleep at all, he fetched a bucket of water in with difficulty, and then carefully took off his shirt.On the way of undressing, Fu Chunming couldn't help hissing.

"It hurts..."

Fu Chunming muttered in a low voice, then frowned, dipped some water in a square towel, and slowly wiped his face and body.And behind him, Qin Zhao's gaze fell firmly on Fu Chunming's waist, where red welts were printed one after another on his fair skin.

Qin Zhao closed his eyes, and unconsciously clenched his hands under the quilt.

The memory in his mind told him that those wounds on Fu Chunming's body originally belonged to the original body, because the original body had always been among the dead disciples - the last one.

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