The sunlight fell from between the two buildings into the dark and damp alley, illuminating only a small part of the alley.

This alley is a slum, a place where all kinds of poor people who have been ruthlessly crushed by reality and hateful people who do anything to make a living live.

And this kind of slums are not uncommon in any city in the world. In other words, the larger the city in this world, the more slums will be distributed.

Those who live in such a place are frustrated people, and frustrated people are basically unwilling to communicate too much with others, lest they reveal their own scars.

Therefore, it is often much quieter in slums than on city streets, but today it was a bit too quiet.

"Hugh—" "Kacha!"

A flying stone flew across the sun, and then a right hand still holding a short knife flew through the sun with warm blood flying in the air, and disappeared into the shadows on the other side.

A moment later, an extremely harsh scream began to echo in the alley.

"Hmm, hum, hum, ah ah -"

A little gangster was struggling painfully on the ground, his body constantly "jumping" between curling up and stretching, making an extremely foul-smelling sound.

Even though the little gangster's vision had long been blurred due to the severe pain, the source of the severe pain still made him understand which part of his body he had lost, and he shouted in great pain:

"My hand! My right hand!"

Opposite the little gangster, there was just a child with gray hair and shabby clothes standing there.

He and the gangster were the only two people in the alley at the moment, which made the current scene quite strange.

Although he is just a gangster, he is still an adult. The right hand that just flew out was holding a short knife. Logically speaking, he should be the one who cut off the child's hand, and he should not be the one who cut off the child's hand.

It hurt like this.

But this child in the alley is not ordinary. He is Yang Pi who traveled through the world again after his failed attempt to learn the alchemy. Moreover, five years have passed since he traveled through the world again.

Yang Pu looked at the young gangster in front of him who had broken one of his hands with a stone. His eyes did not have the look that a normal child should have, only showing coldness and ruthlessness.

Like a murderous desperado, he said without any emotion:

"This is the third time you have come to trouble me. Breaking one of your hands is the final warning. Now get away as far as you can. Don't let me see you again, otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

There are a variety of negative emotions in the little gangster's eyes, including anger, fear, confusion and the most obvious fear.

This little bastard was not a soul master, but he had that level of soul power when he was tested, and he could use it a little bit. This was one of the reasons why he was able to run rampant in the slums.

Even so, he, an adult who could use a little soul power and held a short knife, had his hand broken by a little kid with a stone.

If this matter spreads out, he will lose all face as a little gangster who bullies men and dominates women.

Using his left hand to grasp the broken part of his right hand, the gangster reluctantly stood up and staggered out of the alley at the fastest speed he could achieve.

Seeing the little gangster disappear from his sight, Yang Pi's eyes "brightened" a little. He couldn't say that he had changed back to what an ordinary child should be, but he still showed some of the characteristics that a person should have.

the look of emotion.

"Huh~" Yang Buo breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at his right hand, which was trembling slowly at this time, and said in a self-deprecating tone,

'Even though I have died twice, am I still unable to see through the barrier between life and death?'

Yang Pi's right hand was shaking not because of the hard exertion he had just exerted. Even though his body was only six years old, living in a slum still left him a little malnourished.

But in the past few years, he has been practicing the Tang Sect's hidden weapon skills since he was able to walk. When it comes to practicing the Tang Sect's internal skills, it can be traced back even further.

The real reason is what Yang Pi said in his heart. He still failed to see through the life-and-death situation. His body and subconscious still resisted killing people, and he still failed to become a true Tang Sect member.

Although the Tang Sect in the world under one person is quite different from the Tang Sect in most martial arts worlds in terms of spiritual core, and can be said to be much nobler, treating killing as a living is an eternal and unchanging foundation.

Certainly.

If a Tang Sect disciple cannot even think about killing someone without any regrets, then he is definitely not a true Tang Sect disciple.

Although that little gangster was not the kind of vicious person who would cause great damage to a place's soil and water, the things he did were definitely worthy of death.

Moreover, just as Yang Pi warned the little gangster, this was not the first time that the gangster had come to provoke Yang Pi. The first two times, Yang Pi was unable to take action due to other reasons.

But this time there was no other reason for Yang Pi to let him go. What's more, as the saying goes, Yang Pi decided to kill him from the beginning this time, so as to avoid future troubles.

Because his mental age is already over forty years old and he has experienced training in the Tang Sect, when facing a gangster who bullies men and dominates women, he has the determination to kill for the first time in his life.

Before throwing the stone, Yang Pi thought he could let go of all emotions including regret towards such a villain.

But at the moment of taking action, Yang Buo's subconscious rejection of killing still took over, and his arm and wrist still changed the direction of the throw.

The Tang Clan in the world under one person learned various killing techniques, but due to the age in which they lived, they never performed even one mission;

In the first life, he lived in peaceful China. The extremely high moral standards established by nine years of compulsory education and several years of higher education did not disappear with the two time travels;

As for the five years of this life, even though he lived a hard life in the slums, Yang Pio still had the "rope" to "bind" him tightly in the first six years of his life, preventing him from going astray.

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It was precisely because of his subconsciously demanding moral restraint that Yang Pi was unable to throw the stone at the gangster's head, but only took away one of the gangster's hands.

However, there is currently no external force to restrain Yang Pio as to what path he will take in this world in the future.

Yang Bu controlled his trembling right hand, picked up a jar placed aside, and walked slowly out of the alley.

On this jar, there is a word written in blood, "Mother".
Chapter completed!