Return [Quick Transmigration]

Qin Zhao hurried back to the dead disciple's room, he was the only one in the dead disciple's room now, he closed the door and took off his clothes.The wound on the shoulder stabbed by Wei San's bone fan and the wound on the face are no longer bleeding. Apart from these two big wounds, there are other small cuts on the body caused by friction when rolling in the sand, and the knees, elbows and other places are also rubbed. Out of a block of bruises.

Qin Zhao wiped his body with water carefully avoiding the wound, and then walked to a cabinet in the corner, staring at the rows of medicine bottles on the cabinet and meditating.In addition to learning how to kill people, Wei San also asked other teachers to teach them piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, as well as poison and medicine.

According to what Wei San said, the assassin must first learn how to conceal his identity and sneak into the target's side.Healer, waiter, waiter, foreigner, guard... any profession, the assassins of their Baixue Villa may be disguised in the future.

Among the dead disciples in the original body, the performance in martial arts was the worst, and he was often punished, and his body was not unscathed for a single day. After so many times, although his martial arts did not improve, the medicine was mixed up to the top.

Qin Zhao raised his hand and took down the medicine bottles he needed to use. These medicines were prepared by the dead disciples themselves, but the other dead disciples suffered less injuries, so they prepared one or two bottles for later use.Most of the rows of medicine bottles in the cabinet in front of him belonged to the original body. Apart from the large amount of daily use, Qin Zhao felt that there was another possibility that the original body's talent in pharmaceuticals made him enjoy the process of pharmaceuticals even more.

Qin Zhao opened a medicine bottle and sprinkled some powder on his shoulder. There was no pain as imagined. It seemed that his body was used to these wounds.Qin Zhao casually dabbed some medicine powder on the other wounds on his body, and in just three days, these small cuts would almost disappear.As for the wounds like shoulders, even if healed, there will be some faint scars.

Qin Zhao twisted some medicine powder on his fingers, and when he was thinking about wiping it off his face, he suddenly stopped. Finally, he washed off the medicine powder in his hand, gathered all the medicine bottles and put them back in the cabinet.

After tidying themselves up, NO.11 and others also returned to the room of the dead disciples one after another.Qin Zhao didn't see Fu Chunming, and when he thought he was the last one again, Fu Chunming appeared in front of him.Qin Zhao looked at the other dead disciples again, and No. 15 was missing.

Fu Chunming walked into the dead disciple's room wearily, and saw Qin Zhao's face when he raised his eyes. He blinked, jumped in front of him, accidentally hurt his waist, and pointed at Qin Zhao with a grin. Zhao's face said, "It hurts me to death... By the way, No. 17, why don't you give some medicine to the wound on your face, it will leave a scar by then!"

Qin Zhao touched the scar on his face that reached the corner of his mouth, and said with downcast eyes, "Give yourself a reminder."

Remind yourself that this is not the peaceful age of the 21st century, remind yourself that you have become a dead disciple of Baixue Mountain Villa, remind yourself that you must keep in mind the self who was almost killed because of the so-called kindness.

Fu Chunming opened his mouth, not knowing whether to comfort him or advise him.Looking down at Qin Zhao who was sitting on the bed and meditating, he felt that something had changed.

For a late lunch, the servants delivered boxes of meals to everyone, and No. 11 and the others buried their heads and picked them up.Qin Zhao had no appetite, but knowing that there was training waiting for them in the afternoon, he could only bite the bullet and send all the food in the box down his throat.

After lunch break for half an hour, when he heard the sound of the horn, Qin Zhao got up with the other dead disciples and went to the training ground.It was only a morning, but Qin Zhao had already learned to adapt.

In the afternoon, Wei San directly proposed the chaos.There is a large arena in the corner of the training ground, and it is more than enough for dozens of people to stand on it.Around the arena, there are still strong ropes around, as long as people go in, they won't be able to climb out until the end.

Wei San looked at them with his hands behind him, "In addition to the seven of you, there will be 53 servants together. The servants have the right to kill you, and... the last one who can't stand up, I will kill him personally Life."

Fu Chunming's complexion was very bad, this kind of chaos is really difficult for him.

Qin Zhao didn't have any advantage, but after hearing Wei San's words, he felt very calm in his heart.

The door of the ring was opened, NO.11 walked in first, followed by Qin Zhao.After all seven of them went inside, 53 servants also entered the ring one after another.The originally empty space was instantly filled up, and Qin Zhao was surrounded by these gloomy and expressionless servants.

Qin Zhao felt the sights coming from all directions as if being watched by ferocious beasts. He thought that he and Fu Chunming were already being watched by everyone.

Wei San looked at them and smiled very softly.

He raised his hand and said slowly, "Let's start."

With the sound of the horn, the servants around were the first to move.They rushed towards the nearest Dead Apostle, and several or even a dozen people just surrounded a Dead Apostle and beat them up violently.Qin Zhao had no intention of paying attention to Fu Chunming's situation. His side was not optimistic. A rough calculation showed that at least a dozen people surrounded him.

These servants had all practiced martial arts—some of them were even dead disciples before, and with great strength, they beat Qin Zhao to the ground with one fist.The servants don't understand the word pity, they only know that by killing a dead disciple, they can leave Baixue Villa and get back their own freedom.

Qin Zhao tried to resist, but he couldn't help himself with more than a dozen people pressing on him. His face was already swollen, and the shoulders that had been given good medicine cracked again. Qin Zhao's mouth was covered with blood.

If it goes on like this, he will really be beaten to death.

Qin Zhao gritted his teeth, found a gap, and kicked the person who was pressing him away with one kick, turned over and beat the person on top of him desperately.The situation of the seven Dead Apostles is not good. Even No. 11, who has always been the highest in martial arts among the Dead Apostles, can only be suppressed and beaten by the servants. In fact, their number of Dead Apostles does not have an advantage.

Qin Zhao was soon pushed down to the ground again, his eyes were swollen to the point that he could not see the surrounding environment clearly, and the fists on his body never stopped.

Suddenly, Qin Zhao seemed to hear a howl amidst the noisy fighting. He tilted his head hard, and saw the No. 13 dead apostle being held down on the rope and directly tied around his neck by a servant. Shangsheng was strangled to death. The blood on NO.13's face faded slowly, his whole body was frighteningly pale, his eyes widened and his mouth opened, he slid upright and slowly onto the ground, his whole body twitched, silently standing there Meet death in a big fight.

Not only No. 13, but also No. 15, who ranked last in the archery this morning, was directly thrown in front of Qin Zhao. He should have passed out, but the servants would not let him go even so.The servant sat directly on NO.15's body, opened his mouth and bit his neck, and a large piece of flesh on his neck was bitten off. NO.15 woke up from the dizziness in pain, but before he could react, a servant had already put his hand on his head, and there was only a clicking sound, and NO.15's neck was twisted alive broken.

NO.15 opened his black and white eyes, and just looked at Qin Zhao steadfastly.

Qin Zhao's eyes were wide open, and for a moment he couldn't accept that the two people he had been in contact with in the morning had just died in front of him.When he was still confused, someone slapped his face hard, and he was directly punched until he turned his head and spit out a pool of blood.

Outside the arena, Wei San was sitting at the tea table, drinking tea in small sips. He didn't care about the wailing in the arena. After drinking the tea, he picked up a grape and put it in his mouth to chew slowly.A servant carefully held up a sun and moon fan to fan Wei San gently.

The half stick of incense has passed, and half of the servants in the arena have already fallen down.Among them, NO.11's reaction was particularly prominent. Even though he was pressed and beaten, he was at a disadvantage in the early stage, but he immediately caught the breakthrough and beat the servants around him to the ground one by one.On the other hand, Qin Zhao and Fu Chunming had the worst reaction except for the dead No.13 and No.15. If they continue like this, they might not be able to endure the second half of incense.

Qin Zhao didn't know that he had already been labeled "eliminated" on Wei San's heart. He had been pressed and beaten for a long time, and his head was grabbed and knocked out gurgling blood.

Qin Zhao didn't want to die, didn't want to be brutally killed like NO.13 and NO.15.

He opened his mouth wide and bit his tongue fiercely. The piercing pain on his tongue instantly woke up his fuzzy brain.The phenomenon that the whole scene in front of him turned into slow motion appeared again, and the moves of the servants pressing him down were broken down into step by step before his eyes.

Qin Zhao didn't know what kind of changes had taken place in his body, but he knew that if he didn't seize the opportunity now, he could only wait to be killed.He closed his eyes and opened them again, only a strong killing intent remained in his eyes.

He imitated the movements of the servants just now with his bare hands, encircling all their heads and twisting them abruptly, without exception.When he killed all the people around him, the horn of the end finally sounded.

Qin Zhao bent over, the sweat dripping from his face to the ground, when he came back to his senses, there were already piles of corpses under his feet.And his clothes were already wet with sweat and red blood. Qin Zhao didn't hear what Wei San said below. He just lowered his head and stared blankly at his trembling hands.

It was these hands that killed people...

In the final chaos, only four of the seven dead disciples survived, Qin Zhao, Fu Chunming, No.11 and No.12. No. 13 and No. 15 were killed by servants on the spot, while No. 14 lay down on the ground weakly after the sound of the horn and did not stand up, and was solved by Wei San himself.

Fu Chunming's original result was the same as No.14, but at the end of the sound of the horn, he gritted his teeth and stood up unsteadily.

After Wei San announced the end, the four surviving people fainted directly on the spot.Wei San waved his hand and asked the servants to carry them back to the room of the dead.

Wei San looked at Qin Zhao who was finally carried away, and couldn't help touching his chin. He didn't expect that one day even he would miss him.Recalling in his mind the scene of NO.17 running behind the servants like a ghost at the last moment of the ring, and then calmly and neatly twisting their necks, Wei San felt that this NO.17 was really interesting.

A servant came hurriedly from a corner of the corridor. He walked up to Wei San, made a gesture, and said ah ah ah a few times.

Wei San raised his eyebrows, "The master called me?"

The servant nodded and made a gesture of please.

"Then let's go." Wei San flicked his sleeves and walked towards the main hall.

When he reached the entrance of the main hall, Wei San waved to the servants behind him, pushed the door open and walked in by himself.In addition to Wei San being called, Wei Yi and Wei Jiu also came, and they were already sitting on chairs enjoying tea leisurely.

Wei Jiu was the young man with a totem painted on his face before. When he saw Wei San, he raised his hand and said hello, "Hey, Mr. Wei is finally here."

Wei Yi was a taciturn person, he just raised his teacup to gesture to Wei San, and continued to drink tea with his head bowed.

Wei San randomly found a seat behind Wei Jiu and sat down, opened the bone fan and fanned the air, "Where is the door master?"

Wei Jiu pouted, "Not here yet."

As soon as Wei Jiu finished speaking, the door opened, and a young man dressed in white and wearing a half mask walked in slowly.Because the young man was wearing a mask, he could only see the deep black eyes, white chin, and red lips exposed from the mask.

He has a light body, and when he walks over step by step, his posture is calm and beautiful, and his wide sleeves dance and fall as he walks.There is a hosta on the long black hair, and the waist-length black hair hangs quietly behind.

Wei Xuan went directly to the upper seat and sat down, without saying anything, just waved his sleeves, and three tokens fell into Wei Sansan's hands.

Wei San glanced at it casually, and said with a light smile, "The mission of the Dead Apostles came really fast."

Wei Jiu put away the token and said with a smile, "Shall we compete this time? How many people can come back?"

"Okay." Wei San smiled, "I'll let you compete with the dead disciples I trained, who can survive."

Wei Yi just glanced at the token in his hand and crushed it with his palm.

Wei Xuan, who was sitting at the top, said indifferently, "We Baixue Villa, we don't want waste."

Wei Jiu and Wei San looked at each other and smiled, "Of course."

Wei San returned to his room, looked at the task list sent by the servant, and read it casually.These few were interesting. He pulled out the selected list, and tore the rest into pieces. He lit the oil lamp and burned them all to ashes.

Now, how many of the four will come back alive?

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In the next month, Qin Zhao would either learn how to kill people or how to use poison. In his free time, he would learn various kinds of knowledge such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting with different teachers.Qin Zhao has become numb, and now he is asked to kill, he can swing the knife without blinking, and complete the task in the shortest time.

When the four dead disciples finished their day's training, Wei San asked the servants to deliver the four documents to them.

Qin Zhao opened the letter paper with a blank face, and read the contents inside ten lines at a glance. Looking at it, a trace of surprise flashed in his calm eyes.

——Protect Liu Liangyue, the eldest lady of Kangjin Prince's Mansion.

Wei San opened the bone fan and said with a smile, "Have you finished watching?"

Qin Zhao looked at him silently. NO.11 and others wanted to ask something, but they kept their mouths shut in the end.

Wei San raised his legs and flicked them.He said softly, "The dead apostles in Room [-] are exactly the same mission as yours, but they are the assassination target, and you are the protection target. As long as the target person dies, your mission will fail. And those who fail the mission, You should know what the consequences are?"

If the task fails, the person who completes the task will be executed directly.Qin Zhao recalled in his mind the rules of the Dead Apostle's mission.

As for the ninth room, if Qin Zhao remembers correctly, it seems that they entered Baixue Villa at the same time as them.Qin Zhao and others were taken over by Wei San, while the people in the ninth room were taken away by another assassin.

If it hadn't been mentioned now, Qin Zhao would have forgotten that this Baixue Villa is not just the dead disciples.Apart from the newcomers in the ninth room like them, there are also seniors who have already entered the assassination team, such as the first room and the second room.

"Three days later, you will be sent out of Baixue Mountain Villa. The mission will last for one month." Wei Sandao, "The name and identity of the target person have been written on the letter. As for other redundant information, you will collect it yourself. No matter what you use I just want to hear the four words mission success."

After a pause, Wei San said indifferently, "The mission failed, I will feed your corpses to the dogs."

"Yes."

Qin Zhao closed his eyes, and followed NO.11 and the others in response.

Wei San clapped his hands, and several servants came in from the door, each holding a tray in their hands.There are ten weapons on the tray, including double maces, long whips, spears, long swords, sword stabs, Tang knives, short knives, snake spears and crow horn spears.

"These are all weapons from the Armory of Baixue Mountain Villa. You can choose any of them at will. As long as the mission is successful, it will belong to you forever."

These weapons have a faint luster, and just lying on them quietly can make people feel the cold killing intent.These weapons can be seen at a glance that they have been cut, killed people, and soaked in blood.

NO.11 stepped forward first, and without even thinking about it, he took the dagger in his hand. NO.12 took □□, while Fu Chunming chose Tang Dao.With Qin Zhao left, he stepped forward, glanced over the remaining weapons one by one, and finally put his hand on the sword thorn.

When the sword touched Qin Zhao's hand, it suddenly vibrated.Qin Zhao was a little surprised, but when he glanced at the others out of the corner of his eye, they didn't seem to notice the reaction of the sword thrust just now.

Seeing that they had all chosen their weapons, Wei San chuckled softly.

"Then, I wish you success in your mission."