When Hua Cuo's mouth moved slightly when he picked up the ghost butterfly, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"The ghost butterfly now makes me feel strange."

Huacuo opened another jar of wine, took a big mouthful, sighed lightly, and told the past that had never been mentioned to others for many years.

Ghost Butterfly and I entered the killer training camp in the same group. That year, I was six years old, just like him. Later, I heard that the instructor who trained us found that the first time he met Ghost Butterfly was in a rarely-traveled valley. Our instructor happened to go to that valley by chance. At that time, Ghost Butterfly might have fallen down from the cliff and happened to be trapped by dense vines, so he hugged his life. It is said that when he found him, he was already dying, and his body was filled with butterfly with strange patterns, so the instructor named him Ghost Butterfly.

There were 29 students in our group. At the beginning, I was the best in any aspect. Whether it was physical or intellectual, I was far ahead of other students.

However, Guidou was the worst among the students. He was dull and weak. He almost died in cruel training several times.

Cruel and inhuman training, dying on the training ground is an extremely common thing.

When we were ten years old, there were only twenty of the same group of twenty-nine students left. Among these twenty, Guidou was still the one with the worst grades.

When we were twelve years old, there were only fifteen people left, and the ghost butterfly was the worst one.

Until the age of sixteen, there were only seven people left.

But at that time, no one would think that Ghost Butterfly was the worst, even if he was still ranked seventh.

Like me and others, I have good talents, so it is natural to survive. However, the ghost butterfly will always be filmed at the end, but it still survives. This cannot be explained by luck.

At this time, all the talents vaguely realized that the Ghost Butterfly, who ranked seventh in the grade, was the king of these seven people, because he had a characteristic that none of us had - forbearance!

From six to sixteen, Guidou has been disguising himself for ten years, pretending to be an extremely easy person to deal with, and letting everyone ignore him.

It is already amazing to disguise one's nature for two or three years, but if one can disguise for ten years, it can only be described as horror.

During the assessment that year, Ghost Butterfly did not disguise itself, and his grades became the best among the seven of us.

I, who have always been ahead, suddenly began to feel an unprecedented sense of crisis. The daily training volume of life is much higher than that of other people. I have only one goal to do this, that is, surpass the ghost butterfly!

So, Guidie and I started a competition back and forth. At that time, the purpose of Guidie and I were competing for the first place was not only the strong personality, but the most important thing was the little girl we could see every day. We knew that only by doing the best can we be worthy of that girl.

The girl was fifteen years old at the time, but she was already known as the number one beauty in the killer world. She was Zhang Yan, the daughter of the killer pope at that time.

In terms of training results, I and Guidie were in contact with each other, regardless of height, so I came up with the most direct and extreme method - challenge Guidie!

Challenges do not refer to subjects that are usually trained, but duels, life-and-death duels!

In training camps, such a challenge is within the rules, and the instructors even encourage us to act like this.

However, the always strong ghost butterfly refused my challenge repeatedly. No matter how I provoked or even humiliated it, the ghost butterfly refused to fight me.

At that time, I thought Ghost Butterfly must be afraid of losing. It was not until a long time later that I realized that Ghost Butterfly was not afraid of losing, but did not want to show his full strength. He was enduring!

At that time, the entire killer training camp knew that Guidou and I were a pair of old enemies. Although Guidou's rejection, I and I never drew our swords to duel, in other aspects, we fought against each other.

Until the first action we received the task.

Because our seven of us had excellent grades, our first mission was an S-level task, which was completed by the seven of us.

Our target is a Southeast Asian gang giant with many powerful generals under his command, and his mansion is even more airtight.

After the seven of us figured out the situation inside, we were dejected. At that time, I was young and fearless. When I was at a loss, I made several extreme decisions - strong attacks!

After my passionate persuasion, all the members agreed to my plan, only Guidie expressed his objection and tried his best to dissuade him.

At that time, in order to show myself and humiliate Guidie, I laughed at him as a coward, and made bold statements that as long as I was still alive, I would not let him have anything to do, and just let him hide behind me obediently. Perhaps my provocation was effective, Guidie actually agreed.

After carefully crafted tactics, we started to act.

But as soon as the action was launched, I regretted my original decision. The other party was many times stronger than I expected.

As soon as we started, we broke the two of us, and the rest of us fought to break through. During the break, the ghost butterfly showed extraordinary courage. He raised his sword and fell, killing people was like cutting melons and vegetables. Naturally, he attracted the most enemies beside him.

I didn't care about that much at that time, just waved my sword to the death. When I found myself rushing out, my whole body was stained with blood, and the rest of the people had all died in battle. Except for the ghost butterfly, they were fighting against the enemies who surrounded him at the same time.

Maybe it was because of the promise I made to the ghost butterfly before the action, maybe it was because I had long felt a sense of mutual appreciation for the ghost butterfly, but I waved the knife without hesitation and killed it back.

He killed all the way to the side of Guidou and leaned against him.

I can't remember how long we had fought blood. Anyway, the blood on our bodies was already as if we were being showered by heavy rain. Our blood and the blood of our enemies were mixed together, and they kept dripping down along the hair and the hem of our clothes.

Just when we all thought we were going to die here, the rescuers transferred from the nearby Pope arrived in time, and we were saved.

After returning, Guidie and I became famous, and he and I became brothers of life and death.

Successfully completing the task means that we have qualified from the Killer Training Camp.

By the time of graduation, only Guidie and I were left. Until today, our group of students had the highest mortality rate.

When we left the training camp, our instructor taught us a set of sword techniques and each gave us a knife, which is my current flower leaf knife and the ghost butterfly winged butterfly knife. Since then, the instructor who was unfathomable and even we didn't even know the name suddenly disappeared. No one knew where he went, and even the Pope of the Killer did not know.

While practicing sword skills diligently, Guidie and I are also constantly carrying out tasks of various difficulty. Sometimes we perform each of us, and sometimes we take action together, but without exception, we will not fail.

Until later, we never took on tasks below the S-level task difficulty. The killer stood on the targets that had been accumulated for many years and was killed one by one by one. We chose the most difficult tasks to start. Many masters who were well-known in the world at that time died at our hands.

Guidie and I undoubtedly occupied the top two places in the Killer List, and alternately ranked first. At that time, the total points of the third to tenth place on the Killer List were not as high as any of me and Guidie. We can imagine the popularity of our time.

When we were nineteen years old, we became the two great guardians under the throne of the killer pope, and our status was extremely valuable.

My brotherly relationship with Guidie has also become as stubborn as a staple, even more close than my own brothers. We drink, have fun together, and talk about everything. Apart from a topic, we have been deliberately avoiding it.

That's the topic about Zhang Yan.

We all know that the other party, like ourselves, also loves Zhang Yan, and Zhang Yan had a good relationship with us at that time, and often played and chatted with us, but never showed that she focused on who she liked.

I originally thought that we could maintain such a relationship and live happily every day.

It was not until a few years later that I realized how naive my idea was. There was always a break between me and the ghost butterfly.

That day, I found Guidou with two jars of wine. After meeting, I didn't say anything, but just handed him a jar of wine.

Guidie also guessed what I meant. This wine may be the wine that I broke up with and maybe it was the wine that one of us gave to the other.

We didn't say a word, but just poured the wine in big mouthfuls until the wine jar was at the bottom, and I said, "Ghost Butterfly, Zhang Yan's affairs, we must have a break."

Guidie said at the time that he would never give up on Zhang Yan.

Then, we fell into silence. After a long time, Guidou said softly, "Let's duel."

During the training camp, I challenged him countless times and challenged him countless times, but he refused my challenge. This time, he took the initiative to speak.

We agreed to fight three days later at the bottom of the valley in the back mountain.

Three days later, I came to the bottom early because I knew that the ghost butterfly had never had the habit of waiting for others. Although I might kill him or him kill me soon, we are still brothers and we will still respect each other's habits.

However, when I arrived, I saw the ghost butterfly squatting on a smooth rock with his back facing me.

I will never forget the scene of that day, the blood-red sun and the large red clouds, which should have been a vibrant morning but are like the dusk in the evening.
Chapter completed!