In an absolutely hidden place, there is an unknown stone secret room. There is no light in the secret room, and it is illuminated by a night pearl embedded on the stone wall. The room is very spacious, with tables, chairs and bookcases carved from stones. On the stone wall embedded with night pearls, four words are carved with iron and silver hooks - "In one thought".

These four words are the name of this secret room.

This secret room is very strange, because in addition to the daily tools carved from stones, there are two stone cabinets around this secret room, one with nine sealed scrolls, and the other with nine layers of medicine bottles of different shapes and sizes. But this is not the strangest, and the most strange thing is that dozens of heads are hung on the stone walls around the secret room.

Although the head is not a real head, it is also carved from stone, each head has a mask without facial features on its face, which looks extremely strange in this mysterious space.

On a stone desk, there are four treasures of the study and the secret scroll of the file. On the other end of the stone desk, there is a stone portrait one foot high. The portrait has no face and holds a sword high in its hands. The sword is about four feet long, which is narrower than an ordinary sword. The sword body is dark red, and it emits a strange red aura under the reflection of the night pearl. The slender sword body is not smooth and flat, and there are dozens of spliced ​​and connected marks intersecting.

There is no ventilation window in the secret room, but a small stream that does not know the source slowly flows into the room, forming a small pool in the middle of the secret room. The pool has special geology. After the stream flows into the pool, it forms a natural hot spring with steaming steam. It looks like clouds and fog in the bright light of the night pearls, showing a mysterious scene.

The hot spring pool was about four feet square, but there were three crystal mirrors from Persia erected by the pool. Two of them were each placed in front of the mirrors, and two masks were also placed on the faces of the two heads.

Unlike other indoor masks, these two masks are not only exquisitely crafted and realistically, but also have eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, skin color, texture, and even the pores on the face are the same as those of real people's skin, and they each have a vivid appearance. These two masks are attached to the stone carved head, which is simply the heads and faces of two living people.

Now there is a person soaking in the hot spring pool.

It was a man. His lower body was soaked in steaming water, only his strong chest, shoulders and arms were exposed, but the exposed half of his body was covered with scars that were crisscrossing and shocking. Between the scars on his chest, there was another small but extremely deep semicircular mark, which was particularly eye-catching.

The man's face was covered by a cloth towel, and he was motionless, as if he was enjoying the warmth in the pool of water.

Quiet, absolutely quiet, so quiet that even the man in the pool could clearly hear his heartbeat with his face covering. And the slow sound of running water came into his ears, as if he was standing on the rushing bank of the Yellow River.

This is a lonely space, and he is also a lonely person.

I don't know how long it took, the man took off the cloth scarf on his head and showed a face without expression. He exuded a sharp and wise and calm atmosphere. His cold eyes were filled with his unpredictable scheming as deep as the sea.

The sound of water was soft, and the man stood up from the pond, his naked body was tall and strong. He walked slowly to the stone table, staring at the strange sword with his cold eyes.

After a long time, his originally clear and cold gaze suddenly became fierce, and he growled in a low voice.

"In a thought, half a foot of the world. In a thought, thousands of thoughts, how can a thousand feet of the world be half a foot? In a thought, half a foot of the world, who am I? Who am I? " There seemed to be a suppressed beast in his throat that was about to escape, and his face also became gloomy and solemn. He shouted sternly: "Who am I? Who is me?"

The low and fierce voice echoed back and forth in the secret room, but no one responded.

The man suddenly gritted his teeth and looked up, his eyes shining brightly. A burst of bangs and a burst of sounds in his bones. Then the breath in his body swelled and rolled and was about to break out. With a painful roar, the fierce energy of thirty-six acupoints all over his body gushed out, and thirty-six slender silver needles were forced out, and were shaken by the powerful energy and flew out, and they were nailed into the stone wall.

“Hu…hu…”

The man breathed in a low voice, his expression of pain slightly reduced. He slowly opened his hands, exhaled and opened his breath, and the wind rose from the ground, and the strong wind was rolled out of thin air!

The fierce energy in the entire secret room suddenly surging and rolling, roaring like a dragon roaring a tiger.

The man's expression gradually became calm, and the violent aura in his naked body gradually calmed down, as if he had released the power of the vast world that had been trapped in his body for a long time. And the thing trapped the extremely powerful force was the thirty-six silver needles.

The strong wind in the secret room whistled, lifting a scroll on the stone table, and under the brilliance of the pearls, lines of writing were slowly unfolded.

Next to the scroll, a wolf's ink mark has not dried.

What is recorded in this scroll is a past that a person does not want to forget but does not want to face...

What is the world?

Someone once said that there will be grudges where there are people, and there will be grudges where there will be grudges.

People who survive in the quagmire of blood and calculation will inevitably encounter one thing, that is, trouble.

As long as there are still people in this world, there will be troubles and all kinds of troubles. The most common troubles in the world are often fatal.

There are not so many justice principles in this world. In that kind of deadly trouble, the most direct rule is to live to the death.

If you are not able to solve these deadly troubles yourself and you can afford enough money, you can help solve them for you, and you can be in a relatively safe position.

Therefore, solving problems for others has become a profession that people have great demands, and this profession is usually called a killer.

The killer is undoubtedly the most unrestrained profession in the world that is most hated, but it is undeniable that there is a value for it to exist.

There are many people in the world who specialize in solving problems for others, but they are not as good as a certain person.

This person calls himself "Gongziyu".

Not many people would believe that "Gongziyu" is a real name, but no one knows the real name of this person, nor does he know the background and identity of this person. Everything about him is a mystery. When people mention this person, they can often only use a name given to him by people from the world.

A missionary.

The Master of Pursuit is the most terrifying person in the world today.

No one knows how high martial arts master is, no one knows where he comes from, and almost no one knows his behavior in the world. People in the world only know that he collects money to solve problems for others. As long as you can afford enough prices, no matter how troublesome the trouble is, as long as the master takes over this order, he can solve it for you, and he will never fail.

The name of the Master Celebration has appeared in the world for only a few years, but many black and white officials and court officials have died one after another in the murders he handled. Now, when it comes to this person in the world, they are all terrified. No one can predict whether he will become the next target of this person at any time.

This is really a headache.

Because he didn't know, he was afraid, so the master of the mission became such a terrifying and terrifying existence.

In fact, many of these rumors in the world have been exaggerated. Although they are not inferior to their authenticity, there are always exaggerations. How affirmation do you have about stories you have never seen or experienced? But at least one thing in this story is true, that is, the fate planner.

The missionary represents a person, and this person is me.

Just like those rumors in the world, I am a person who specializes in solving problems for others. Different troubles have different ways to solve them, and of course the costs are naturally different. In fact, I don’t like the title of “Pulse Maker” given to me in the world. This name seems to mean that I can only kill people for others and solve deadly troubles for others. This is a bit one-sided, because I don’t think I am just a killer. Since I took over the business, killing people is just a kind of business, and I also take on other troubles. But people in the world often only remember things that are impressive to them and stories without gimmicks, who would care about them?

Compared to the name "Master of Destiny", I actually prefer the word "middleman". Although my profession is to solve problems for others, it does not mean that I am a professional killer. There is a big difference. Professional killers only charge money to kill people, but I am different. I am not a person who likes to kill people. Although there are many killers who do not act as killers because they like to kill people. I also take on the kind of killing business, but I usually don't take action by myself, so I can do it without having to take action by myself.

Business completion is obviously the wisest choice. If someone needs to solve the problem, I can naturally find people who need to find work, because they are all people with needs, and I can use the needs of these people to meet my own needs, the premise is that every transaction must be foolproof, so I only accept the business that I am confident of completing. Compared with the generous reward, I prefer the feeling of controlling the overall situation, just like controlling a chess game and completing a game.

If one person wants to kill another, there must be many reasons and reasons in the process. My favorite thing is to uncover these secrets. After all, in my opinion, understanding and controlling human nature is the most interesting game in the world.

Yes, I like games. The more difficult the game is, the more challenging it is.

Because of this life, this world, where isn’t there a game?

So I think that "intermediate people" are more in line with my professionalism. However, more people in the world only know the existence of a master, which has become a symbol of me and a specific symbol. This is not a good thing, because this name brings not only other people's fear of a master, but also the ubiquitous dangers that are related to the benefits obtained by buying and selling, because the most basic rule in the world is that if you can kill someone today, you may be killed tomorrow. How to avoid such a thing happening to me is the first thing I pay attention to when entering the world. So this is also the reason why I don't easily complete a deal related to murder.

People who make a living in the martial arts world, their words, deeds, dresses, and even their eating habits will leave fatal flaws. If you want to survive well, you must avoid these potential flaws. As a game controller, the thing I do best and value most is to protect myself well, so that I can be in an absolutely secret and safe position in any situation. All factors that are unfavorable to me must be eliminated in advance, and this process is the charm of the game.

The reason why I don’t like the name "Praise Master" is not because others distinguish me between good and evil, but because their understanding of me is too shallow, and I do not only have the ability to kill people. In the eyes of those famous and upright sects, I am evil. Because what I do is shameless and disrupts the order of the world, there are many people who claim to be chivalrous and keep chasing me and want to put me to death. I don’t care about the so-called good and evil. Are there real good and evil in this world? What is righteous? What is evil? Who is good and who is bad, there is no clear benchmark in this world. The reason why those people in the right sect are eager to find me is nothing more than to show the world that they are right.

The more important reason is that some powerful figures in the decent rank have become the targets of others' troubles, and I took on these troublesome businesses, so they all died. Their disciples and relatives could not find direct targets of revenge, so the mission master became their target.

The most basic thing in my career is to keep integrity and keep a secret, and not to disclose any information from the client.

I have a habit of being skeptical about everything, including business. If you want to play a game well, you must have a very careful understanding of it. I will know in detail what reasons the person who comes to me to solve the problem comes to me. This is also an important means to avoid it being unfavorable to me. Especially for the business that takes human life, I will follow my own principles and not kill innocent people indiscriminately. Although this cannot change the view of others on me, I must have an accurate measure. Only when a person has strict requirements on himself can he stay awake and not be lost.

In the business of letting those decent people die, I understand it very clearly that they all deserve to be damned, but they are wrapped too tightly in the guise of the two words decent, and no one will believe how ugly and dirty they are after their masks.

Some people think that I solved the trouble for them and were their savior. But I never cared about it. I didn’t think I was doing a good thing at all. I would still charge corresponding rewards because no matter what happened, there would be a price. And I just enjoy the pleasure of a game.

Therefore, the people in the right class classified me as "evil", and I disdained to argue, and some people secretly regarded me as "righteous", and I also regarded it as a joke.

This world is nothing more than the conflict of interests between people, the contradiction between grievances, love and hatred, and the resistance under oppression. This is the most fundamental origin of the world and the reason why countless people shed blood and died.

There are only swords and swords in the martial arts world, while the world is more about human nature, intrigue and conspiracy, like a filthy mud, which is bottomless and will kill people if you are not careful.

It's really tiring to be a decent man in the world. The world I see is not the world in the story of a scholar. The world in the story is always the romantic and romantic. It's a beautiful imagination, but the reality is different. Many people who have just entered the world want to be famous heroes, but in the end they disappear like stones entering the sea and there is not even a bubble. In this cruel world, being a hero is a thing that seems to me to be a tiring and thankless thing. Being a hero will offend many people, and you must be careful at all times

It is not possible to be retaliated against and have martial arts alone. If a person does not have strong power as a backing and powerful relatives and friends, it is simply a fantasy to become famous with a sword and a knife. And what is even more cruel is that sometimes the one who plots against you is your usual best friend. I saw the scene of a young man who drew his sword by his enemies and was killed by his enemies and left his body in the gutter for several days and nights without anyone's attention. I also saw a famous hero being beaten and killed by someone to kneel on the ground while eating shit while crying and crying for life.

Therefore, the word "hero" is a life-threatening title, and it is too restricted and is not suitable for me.

I often think of a word my master often says: In this world, only those who survive are qualified to speak.

I'm alive.

Who am I? A missionary?

No. The missionary is just the name of my profession, so what is my real name?

Because of my professional relationship, I have many identities. To be precise, I can become any identities I want. These identities can make me have too many conveniences in the game of buying and selling, so there will naturally be different names. There are too many names, and I almost have to forget my real name. Because sometimes, when you want to become another person, you must make yourself really like that, and you must forget everything you originally have, so that you can have no flaws. So I often like to use an identity, which I named "Gongziyu".

I am a man, with his surname Xiao and his name is Yi. From what I can remember, I have been wandering around with my parents who are just ordinary people, because at that time there were wars everywhere and famine. Every day I could see many people dying, and no one could be sure whether they could live tomorrow. My parents always told me that no matter how long I could live in the future, I must remember who I am. So this name is also the only existence I can have. When I was seven years old, a group of soldiers rushed into the village where my parents and I were hiding, and they arrived

In order to protect my mother and I, my father died under the swords and guns of the gangs of soldiers. In order to make me live, my mother did not hesitate to use herself as a condition to ask them not to kill me. A person with a scar on her cheek was the leader of the gangs of beast soldiers. He took the opportunity to drag my mother into the house. I trembled and didn't know what would happen. Not long after, a roar came out of the house, and then my mother flew out of the window and fell in front of me. Her mouth was covered with blood and her body was naked. I was so scared that I even peed my pants.

My mother looked at me with shame and despair, trying to reach out and grab me. But the leader who was scolding and jumped out stepped on it. The leader's neck was broken into a hole and blood was flowing out. I heard him roaring angrily: "Fuck stinky girl, you actually dare to bite me! I want your life!" I saw the knife in his hand stab into my mother's body, and my mother screamed, and the blood splattered on her body. Her horrified eyes gradually dissipated, and she was dead.

At that moment, my head seemed to explode in an instant - anger, sadness and fear and other intense emotions that I could not say drowned me, and I collapsed to the ground like a pool of mud. I think the stimulation I encountered at that time was not something I could bear at that age.

I thought I was going to die soon. But the leader did not kill me. His ferocious face was like a wild boar, covering his wound and kicking me. I rolled around on the ground like a dog. He shouted, "Little bastard, I won't kill you now, because I want you to be my dog, and then slowly kill you!"

"They all called me Lao Daozi." The leader continued to kick me one by one and sneered: "You remember this name well for me! Because every day you live next, my name will be your nightmare!"

I felt my bones were broken, and I cried, but no one felt pity for me. All I heard was their crazy laughter.

After that, this group of people who had lost their conscience had indeed become my nightmare. They used ropes to wrap my neck around like dogs and continue to rob and kill people. The only use of my life was to be tortured by them when they were resting. At the beginning, I lived in endless fear and pain every day. I don’t know when they were tired of playing, so I killed me. But as time went by, I found that they killed people everywhere without purpose. As they wandered for a longer time, their number continued to decrease in burning, killing, looting, and the rest gradually began to feel fear. But the torture of me was still enjoyable, and I felt that it became a tool for them to vent their fear.

So I began to slowly adapt myself to such torture, and I forced myself not to be afraid anymore. They are also human beings, not real devils. Because they are also afraid. I want to continue to follow them and find an opportunity.

A chance to take revenge.

I am only seven years old, small and weak, and my enemies are all military and I kill without blinking. Under normal circumstances, I can't even beat the thinnest of them, let alone kill them. But they want to kill me, it's as easy as killing an ant. So I first need patience, a plan, and an opportunity. I just need to kill one person, that's the old knife handle that killed my mother.

After time, they seemed to have given up their guard against me. In addition to continuing to beat me every day, they also asked me to be their coolies, carry things, and make food. They also asked me to find valuable things in the place they robbed. Once, I found a knife in a place they robbed.

It was just an ordinary knife used to peel fruits, but I was ecstatic. This knife made me more determined about revenge because I also owned a weapon after all.

About half a year later, it was the snowy season when it was cold winter. In the past six months, I have been following them to many places, and I have been secretly observing their every move every day. They are still robbing everywhere like bandits, but injuries and the fear of not expecting tomorrow have continued to reduce their people. And under the harsh conditions of cold weather, these remaining soldiers have not encountered villages and people for seven or eight days, and the food they stolen was basically eaten up. Everyone was cold and hungry, so I was the same. In this case, they forgot about torture me for the time being, and probably wanted to keep some strength. After all, I can still survive under inhuman torture in the past six months, which is a strange thing for them.

The less they are wary of me, the greater my chances.

On one evening, they finally found a family. It was a big family, with many houses and three or four guards. The soldiers were hungry and saw that they had the hope of survival became even more cruel. They began to attack the family. Although there was no structure at all, they still fought with the rich family with the fierce blood. They killed the guard and all the men, and then the female family left behind were raped by them in turn, and they vented their animal desires like animals. I have never seen what hell looks like, but at that moment I knew that this was hell.
Chapter completed!