"My son..."

"I robbed five wives and gave birth to seven daughters. It was with great difficulty that I finally had a son like this."

"But now he's dead! His head was chopped off and hung on the city wall!"

"The person who killed you and his entire family should die. I'm going to send them all down to accompany you."

The old man was the bandit leader in Wolong Mountain, and his son was the dark-skinned young man who led the bandits to ambush Lin Xing a few days ago.

At this moment, the old man kept kowtowing towards the cave, his tears and snot mixed together, and he said sadly: "Saint, I want to avenge my son. I know Zhang Tiande can't be killed now, but who is that Lin Xing?"

"My son is dead, how can he still be alive and well?"

He walked straight to the other person's window and just looked over.

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At the edge of the wall, Lin Xing rubbed his brows: "Is it not over yet? I'm so sleepy."

Then he opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed intact.

About an hour later, he regained a lot of energy, opened his eyes and looked at Fan Chaolun's position: "Let's start."

"Master, Master, if you, an old fool, had not refused to pass on the method of sublimation of Ziyang swordsmanship to me, how could Ziyang Taoist Temple be destroyed so easily?"

Fan Chaolun came to Lin Xing's room, looked up... but found that Lin Xing was not in the room.

Not far from Fan Chaolun's house, after Lin Xing failed to track him several times and was killed, he finally followed him all the way to the outside of Fan Chaolun's room.

"Humph, he must be sleeping in the room now. With his seriously injured body, if he is hit by my smoke again, he will definitely die."

"Is this the place?"

Then he saw a man in black looking at Lin Xing who was rushing out with a look of surprise.

…

"I'm dead?"

Fan Chaolun waited patiently for a while and searched the courtyard again, but he could not find any trace of Lin Xing.

After a while, a cloud of smoke suddenly rose in the room.

Thinking of this, Lin Xing’s next training plan has already emerged in his mind.

Helpless, Fan Chaolun could only return to the room with a confused look on his face.

At this moment, Lin Xing's injuries had not yet healed, and the opponent still had a sharp weapon. After a few moves, Lin Xing fell in a pool of blood.

A sigh came from the cave: "The secret agent in the Marshal's Mansion is extremely important. The intelligence for this bandit suppression was provided by him."

"He will die."

He was even looking forward to encountering this kind of life-and-death battle because he could hone his skills by taking advantage of the opportunity to be killed repeatedly.

But finally today, he will kill the young man named Lin Xing and start the first act of his road to revenge.

"When dealing with such a vicious murderer, there is no need to follow any rules. Only by making better use of his value can I recover my memory faster and better protect this world in the future."

After a moment's silence in the cave, the other party's reply came.

Later, with the guidance and help of others, he sneaked into the Marshal's Mansion with this common face and lurked there as an ordinary servant.

Lin Xing only felt a sharp pain all over his body, and the scars that had not yet healed were torn again at this moment.

But he knew that he was not ordinary. He was the last disciple of Ziyang Temple, an avenger lurking in the darkness, and a debt collector who coveted the lives of Zhang Tiande and his men every day and night.

…

After many life-and-death battles and deaths, Lin Xing's talisman skills continued to improve. Until a trace of sleepiness came over him, Lin Xing realized that he had been training for a long time.

Could it be that he encountered an assassin who took the initiative to kill him at close range? He always felt that it was a pity to give the assassin only this one chance tonight.

Lin Xing suddenly opened his eyes, looked towards the window, and saw a bamboo tube sticking out from somewhere.

Having experienced time travel many times, Lin Xing has been able to accurately predict the sequence of actions that Fan Chaolun will take to find him, making it so that the other party cannot even see him at this moment, and does not know where to assassinate him if he wants to.

"So he knocked me out first and then killed me. No wonder I didn't know how I died."

Coming back to his senses again, Lin Xing turned his head and thought to himself: "While waiting, I will continue to practice the spell."

"This killer should have also comprehended the inheritance of the soldiers, but he definitely has no sublimated skills."

Fan Chaolun is an ordinary-looking middle-aged man with an ordinary face.

Whenever he thought of the Zi Yang Temple being wiped out by Marshal Zhang, Fan Chaolun couldn't help but sigh at his master's short-sightedness, and then hatred for Marshal Zhang surged up.

The cat doll beside the bed turned over dazedly, put its face against the bed and said, "You are so noisy, Lin Xing, what happened?"

Lin Xing yawned, then sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes to rest.

After all, he had died too many times, so Lin Xing's mentality towards discovering that he had been killed was no longer as extreme as before.

Talisman (0.3% per layer) → Talisman (28.7% per layer)

The next night, Lin Xing suddenly felt a sharp pain.

The next moment, violent murderous intent arose in both sides.

"Besides, Lin Xing is seriously injured now, so it will be a piece of cake to kill him."

"Just wait, Zhang Tiande. Lin Xing is just the first one..."

He even sat cross-legged, practicing meditation while waiting for the murderer to come again.

Lin Xing explained: "It's okay, someone just killed me once."

Originally, he lived a life of good food and drink in Ziyang Temple, and had tens of thousands of acres of fertile land and hundreds of slaves to look after, so he had no worries about food and clothing all his life.

Unfortunately, he passed on the information about bandit suppression some time ago, and thought that it would be able to deal a good blow to the arrogance of Zhang Tiande's faction, but it was destroyed by one person.

Because he was afraid that the other party would not come over after seeing the light, Lin Xing practiced spells in the dark in the room, waiting for the other party to attack.

He is a true disciple of Zi Yang Temple in Taiping County. He has practiced excellent swordsmanship since he was a child, and his skills in Zi Yang swordsmanship have reached the fourth level.

Lying on the bed, he thought to himself that he would let Lin Xing live one more day and he would take action tomorrow night.

"I was lying in bed fine, but I was killed?" Lin Xing touched his head, speechless: "Is there such a good thing?"

…

But he knew he was not popular.

The old man opened his eyes wide and said, "Saintess, as long as you can avenge my son, all the soldiers in my camp will obey the orders of the Holy Church from now on, and there will be no objection."

"Then I can rest assured."

Lin Xing was unwilling to waste any more time letting the other party knock him out again, so he ignored his injuries and rushed out of the window.

"This Lin Xing is indeed seriously injured." The man in black opposite smiled slightly, and a silver light flashed from his waist. Then he saw a soft sword in his hand, biting towards Lin Xing like a silver snake.

"We need to take a rest. What should we do next? Should we directly call the guards in the Marshal's Mansion?"

"On the contrary, if we let this thing stay in Zhang Tiande's hands, that would be raising a tiger to cause trouble."

"But it's still difficult for me to win when my injury hasn't healed yet."

However, because Ziyang Temple disobeyed Marshal Zhang's military orders, the enemy sent troops to destroy it, and only Fan Chaolun escaped.

"For the assassin himself, this is also a way to pay for the sins he has committed and contribute to world peace."

Bang! The fists of both sides collided fiercely in the air.

"Not here? Did he go to the toilet?"

Bai Yiyi said dazedly: "Be quiet, I'm so sleepy."

He knew that one day he would take back all the secrets of Zi Yang Temple and take back everything that should belong to him.

But thinking of this, Lin Xing felt a little reluctant.

Then, until the next morning, he would rest for a while, brush his teeth for a while, rest for a while, brush his teeth for a while...

In order to ensure efficiency, he would not work himself too hard every time. He would always close his eyes and take a break when he felt a little tired to ensure his efficiency.

To him, the whole process was dull and boring.

But for another person, the next few days are destined to be unforgettable.

(End of this chapter)