The training was boring, but the officers would not allow them to rest. If they slacked off, they would be beaten. Their daily life consisted of sleeping, eating, and training. It was the same every day.
Although it was hard, at least she would not starve to death, and she had companions around to support each other. This was the happiest time in her life until they faced the final test.
The so-called assessment is to let them kill each other.
When she stabbed the sword into the chest of her former friend in order to save her own life, the last trace of kindness in her heart was finally wiped out, and her life was accompanied by indifference from then on.
She won first place in that class and became the old man's personal bodyguard. Then, late one night, she chopped off the old man's head.
She was being hunted and fled across various cities on the third continent, sleeping in construction sites and picking up other people's leftover lunch boxes.
In her desperate situation, she unexpectedly met a contact from the Blood Merchant Alliance, who was impressed by her skills and offered her an olive branch.
This is a tightly structured underground organization that recruits members based on recommendations from internal members. Members do not meet in person on a regular basis, but instead communicate with each other through a bizarre website.
So she put on the mask and became the "Blood Butterfly" from then on.
Xuedie took on her first mission in life, but it wasn't her first time killing someone. She finally had money, and she used the bloody money to change her appearance, hoping to start a new life.
But she found that she could do nothing except killing. After more than ten years of isolation on the island, she was like a stranger in the society of the gods and didn't fit in.
In order to survive, she could only continuously accept missions, until today...
Chu Yao finished reading her story in the pouring rain, and then broke the blood butterfly's immobilization spell.
Xuedie's body swayed, but she didn't fall. She was the first ordinary person Chu Yao had ever seen who could survive the soul-searching technique with her willpower.
She raised her trembling hand, swung the dagger that had been washed clean by the rain, and slashed towards Chu Yao again.
Chu Yao simply turned sideways and calmly avoided the opponent's attack, with an indescribable meaning in her eyes.
"What's that look in your eyes?" Xuedie finally spoke the first words, "Memory search, right? I don't need your pity!"
She actually didn't have much strength left. Searching her soul would overdraw her physical strength, and now she was just at the end of her strength.
Chu Yao slashed at her wrist with her palm, and the dagger flew out at an angle, drawing a shining arc in the rain.
"Xiao Ran doesn't mean to kill you." Chu Yao suddenly said, "She's trying to force you to take action."
Qi Ran, this is the name of Xue Die’s good friend.
In her memory, she always felt that she was the one who killed Xiaoran, and she always felt guilty towards her.
But as a bystander, Chu Yao, a cultivator who was superior to the other party in terms of experience and knowledge, quickly realized that something was wrong.
"What?" Xuedie's throat broke and her voice trembled.
"She had two chances to stab you in the eye, but she didn't, like..."
"Enough! What's the point of saying this now!" Xuedie became a little hysterical. She frantically pulled out another dagger from her back and slashed at Chu Yao. "Psychic, what do you know about me?"
Chu Yao said nothing, just watched her chop at her without any rules, and then with another precise punch, she knocked the dagger down again.
"Rely on me, and you can still live. You don't have to live like this."
"Oh!"
After that, there was no more communication between the two.
Blood Butterfly smiled contemptuously, bit his teeth hard, and the poison began to spread in his mouth.
Chu Yao did not stop her, but just bent down, picked up the blood butterfly mask that fell on the ground in the other party's surprised eyes, and put it on her face.
“…” She seemed to want to say something, but in the end she couldn’t, and fell limply into the water on the ground.
From beginning to end, Chu Yao didn't know her name, not even in her memory.
It seemed as if she never had a name, only the code name "Blood Butterfly". She was the Blood Butterfly, and the Blood Butterfly was also her.
Chu Yao collected her equipment and sent her off with fire.
She turned and left, the eternal fire burning fiercely in the wind and rain, like a stage curtain hanging behind her, and the blood-red butterfly on the mask struggled among the sparks and raindrops, as if it wanted to flap its wings and fly.
My original intention was to write a light-hearted story...
But as I was writing, it became like this (
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