The young man named Jian Luo was slightly taken aback. "Oh, then he really is wicked to the core."
Perhaps because she had seen a lot of the world, Jianluo did not show too much shock.
But then, as if remembering something, he frowned slightly. "I remember, he doesn't have any special abilities, right?"
Zhou Fan nodded slightly.
Jianlu was somewhat shocked. After all, he was able to kill someone at the age of twelve, so he subconsciously assumed that the person was a superhuman.
He didn't mention that he killed his own biological father.
For an ordinary person like Ye Yiqing to kill an adult at the age of twelve is extremely rare in this world of superpowers.
"Do you know the swordsmanship that Ye Yiqing has mastered?"
Faced with Zhou Fan's sudden question, Jian Luo thought for a moment and shook her head slightly.
"I don't know much about it, I only know that he learned a move that no one has learned for more than 100 years."
"That's right..."
"What Ye Yiqing learned was the sword technique from Wumen Mountain."
It is the most cruel, but also the purest, of the five schools.
Pure killing skills…
"The ninth type takes the concept of killing techniques to its extreme."
The most crucial element in mastering this type of technique is controlling killing intent, and specifically, controlling it to the point where it can be materialized.
He suddenly stopped talking at this point.
Jian Luo blinked, then slowly realized, "So, to master killing intent, one needs to..."
"Murder!" Zhou Fan uttered the last two words, causing Jian Luo to swallow hard.
Zhou Fan took out two sheets of paper from the drawer that looked like they had been read countless times.
"Ye Yiqing was the mastermind behind both massacres."
Jianluo leaned closer to take a look, and this made his eyes widen in astonishment.
"More than one million people died in these two massacres, of whom nearly ten thousand were killed by Ye Yiqing himself with a knife..."
Ten thousand people...
"Is...is he human?"
Zhou Fan slowly stood up and looked out the window into the distance. "He's not."
"He is a demon, disguised in the beautiful appearance of a human!"
Just then, the phone rang again. When Zhou Fan answered, he heard a desperate groan coming from the prison guard's end.
Zhou Fan's heart sank to the bottom.
"How is this possible?!"
He doesn't even have a single weapon, how could he have broken through your defenses so easily!
But the only response he received was the roar of the prison guards opposite him being crushed by the enormous sword energy.
...
Russia.
A slender figure sat on the dock, gazing at the surging sea, waiting somewhat anxiously for something.
The cold temperature made her wrap her coat even tighter.
The scar on her neck made her already red and chapped face look even more pitiful.
Suddenly, the girl raised her eyes and immediately stood up happily after seeing the figure flying through the air.
"Mr. Toth!"
Will excitedly rushed into Tot's arms as he landed, his coat slipping off his body.
Thoth chuckled, patted her head, and tidied his wind-blown hair and glasses.
Will seemed to want to say something more, but when he saw that Aycaren was also there, he blushed and let go of her hand.
Aikalen was also a little embarrassed, and quickly spoke up.
"Well, you guys shouldn't go to America anymore. Now that you've escaped from prison, you're considered wanted criminals."
I need to live a more low-key life from now on.
"Yes, thank you for your concern."
Thoth smiled and thanked him, then gave Aikalen a deep look.
"W-what's wrong?"
"So what should you do now?"
Aikalen paused slightly, lowered her head, and after a moment of silence, spoke.
"Find the boss..."
"But you probably don't have the cells of the boss anymore, right?"
Thoth sensed Ekaren's presence and pushed up his glasses.
The latter nodded, "That's right, but boss, you're still my boss."
Even without this symbiotic relationship, this will never change.
Aycaren's eyes revealed determination.
Thoth smiled faintly, glanced at Will, who lowered his head shyly.
"Alright, I wish you success."
"Well then, farewell. You two should live well."
"We will, and I believe we will definitely meet again."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
A pair of dazzling wings unfurled from behind, and Aikaren's figure vanished from their sight in an instant.
"Hey! Hey! I haven't left yet! Why don't you ask me if I want to come along!"
Inside Aikaren's pocket, Little Phantom was howling and screaming.
The flying body suddenly stopped in mid-air, and Aikaren reached out and pulled out Xiao Huan, placing it in his palm.
"So, are you willing to go?"
Little Huan straightened her wings. "Of course I'm willing!"
"Then what else did you say?"
"Can't I say I want to?"
"..."
...
"Remembering the snow...remembering the snow!"
In a small city, Yixue knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
In front of her was a huge snow wolf, but its white fur was already stained red with blood.
A shocking hole the size of a human head appeared in his abdomen, and his once domineering eyes were now dilated and lifeless.
Green light continued to flash around her body; Mengyuan was using healing magic, but it had no effect whatsoever.
"Damn it, if only I knew resurrection magic!"
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