54. In the Far North, There Is a Monster

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Hello everyone, now let me solemnly introduce myself again.

My name is Mingshi, and I come from Northern Xinjiang. It's annoying. Don't think that they are from the countryside. We in northern Xinjiang also have a big city with a height of nine levels. You can also call me Pixiejiang. It seems to be a Japanese name, I think it should be similar to pork sauce, beef sauce, human meat sauce, whatever~

Height is the secret.

The weapon is a secret.

The person you like is also a secret.

The real age is even more secret~yo~

My current job is to be a thief and occasionally a killer. Oops, don’t look at people in this way, we are not what you think, we are all very particular, haha.

This job is actually very good, the content is simple and the working atmosphere is relaxed. Although I have to accept strange looks from others, my income is very stable and I can travel everywhere. And isn’t it said that the best thing for a person is to do the job he likes best? Hobbies are the biggest motivation to maintain work. It is for this reason that people choose their current job.

My hobby? Super public, no secret at all - I like killing people. Oops, but I feel a little shy when I say it like this/(//>3

Use swords to kill, guns to kill, swords to kill and halberds to kill, poison, water to kill, fire to kill, rocks to kill, intrigues to kill, machines to kill, traps to kill, kill when people are standing, kill when they are sitting, kill when they are lying down, kill when they are awake. , Killing in Dreams, in short, I love the scenes of killing people. Just thinking about it makes me feel overwhelmed with sweetness.

The first time I killed someone was when I was eight years old and someone taught me how to kill someone. I will always remember that day. When I stabbed the man who was planning to kidnap me with a mutton knife into the waist and abdomen and couldn't help but stir, I felt that the blood in my body wanted to fill my head with explosions - sudden bursts like Falling into a sea of ​​blood. My hand kept stirring the knife, **, and then stabbed it down. I seemed to be crying, or drooling (oh, I was a kid), or drooling and nose (blushing), and I felt the body fluids all over my body. I couldn't control the gushing of blood. I vomited and vomited. It was like a knife stabbing him again and again, cutting again and again. Everything in my field of vision was red.

I feel like I'm dead. Die again and again, come back to life again, live again and again.

I don't know how many times I cut him, until he said the last words in his life - "My mother...". At this time, I really couldn't control myself, so I cut off his knife. Throat.

The moment I saw him die, I felt like I was reborn.

In the past, I was like a walking zombie, living in this world like garbage for no reason. From that day on, I felt that the world was colorful and deeply moving. I began to love life.

After all, if there is no life, then there is no point in killing.

The job I'm doing now pays well, satisfies my interests, and is surrounded by talented people, so I love this job to death.

But there are also some bad things.

To be honest, although my title is a big thief, I have never stolen anything. Like national treasures, millions of gold, or priceless gems, I have no interest at all, so how could I steal them? Those were all done by the owner. I must have been unjustly charged with all these accounts.

So sometimes when I am called a monster thief, my heart skips a beat. Isn’t this slander! Do you know what justice is? Can you slander other people’s innocence so casually?

If my wanted price wasn't only slightly lower than the owner's, I would have reported it to the police.

The thing that pissed me off the most was the time the year before last. The owner was interested in a sword. It was said to have some kind of blade, so he wanted to steal it.

As a result, we worked together as a gang, and of course we were able to capture everything. However, after the incident, the government actually claimed that I was a notorious thief and that I should not be punished for my crime.

How can this be like this? I didn't take away even half of the things the master stole, let alone one. It didn't even give me a sample of the whole action of seizing the sword. I was not just following the rules, I was simply imitating a gentleman. I use knives myself, but I like knives very much. I didn’t even touch the scabbard of the knife. I was just responsible for killing those who came to stop me!

Why doesn't this work? You still want to call me a thief?

I simply cannot understand this naming thinking. Can you tell me what I stole from your house? You even said that you are a government official.

That's right, maybe it's just because the government is so overbearing. We, the common people, can just accept it. Alas, bullying of the common people really does exist everywhere.

Therefore, my name in the court of Northern Xinjiang and the name written on the wanted notice were all thief and monster. Or sometimes, when it was better, I was not so depressed, it was written as murderer and monster. This makes me feel more comfortable, after all, I really killed people.

Speaking of which, if you call me a murderer demon, I can barely accept it. But the word "magic" is a bit unpleasant, as if it's talking about a bad person. It would be better if you call me the murderous little love, or the murderous little love.

I think I did them a lot of favors by killing people. Anyway, even I can't defeat him in martial arts, but I have to chase my master, and I don't want to live anyway. So if you want to die, you might as well let me live it - it's so enjoyable, why bother the master, don't you think?

The murderous little love! went out! So he beheaded them all.

By the way, I like it best

Huan's method of killing is beheading. After all, compared to the long and boring torture process, what I like most is the moment when a person's life ends, it is like the moment when a fire is extinguished. From birth to death, from a living creature that can walk, talk, run and jump to a dead thing that will remain silent forever and ever, from a shining life to a cold and dead corpse, this The transformation is like watching the greatest trick between heaven and earth. It makes me breathless every time, without exception.

I once heard a Buddhist group in northern Xinjiang say that death is like a lamp going out. Only by adhering to his Buddhist concept can one enter the six paths of reincarnation, and the reincarnation of life and death will continue. Even if a person dies, there will still be an afterlife.

I can't understand why?

When a person dies, he dies, so how can he be reincarnated? So I asked them one by one, but every monk gave the same answer, which was boring.

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It's boring for me to ask, and it's equally boring for me to kill.

What I hate to kill the most in this world is people who are not afraid of death. Those monks are not afraid of death.

Killing these people is as boring as life in their temple. When you kill them, you don't see fire at all, and you can't find the boiling feeling that makes your heart palpitate. These people are just like the noisy century-old bronze bell they hang in the temple bell tower. It is rusty, but the sound is still loud and boring.

Fortunately, when I raised my sword to kill the last of them, there was only one little novice monk whose voice changed in a panic, and he kept saying that there is no six paths of reincarnation in this world, and that it was all made up by Buddhists to lie. Please don't do it. believe.

Great, I finally asked someone who told the truth.

I shouted," and then I happily sent him off to see the Buddha.

When I saw the body and head of the little novice monk separated, I once again saw the fire extinguishing. It was then that I realized that only people who are greedy for life and fearful of death can cause me to feel throbbing.

My favorite thing is hearing someone reveal their death wish to decide who to kill next.

-The greatest wish in a person's heart when he is dying is often the most important thing in that person's heart.

Ever since the first person I killed automatically said that he missed his mother, I seemed to have developed a habit unconsciously of wanting to hear what people were saying before they died.

I've heard all kinds of weird answers. Some people will keep talking about themselves, some will keep cursing, some will keep mentioning their relatives, and some will keep lamenting the regrets of not being able to complete the past. These last words are all kinds of weird, and I can't hear them better. Any story you tell must be good.

And I will look for the next person to kill based on the clues provided by the deceased. Because people who are remembered by others should also be thinking about others in their hearts. People who have longing in their hearts are definitely afraid of death.

How about it?

Now I think killing people is very interesting.

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Sometimes I wonder, after resigning from here, should I give Shalian a try. A Shalian like me should probably want me. I don’t want money, I just want to be able to kill people. I heard that the Killing Alliance is responsible for cultivating a killer organization. If I could be assigned an organization that specializes in killing people, I would laugh out of my dreams! Killing is so fun!

So actually I don't like our host very much. Ah, of course it doesn’t mean that he is a bad person.

As for my temper, he's actually quite compatible with me. Many times the people he hates, I also hate. So the killing was very straightforward. We also have a lot in common, we both like weapons, that's one thing. Especially I love drinking, which is the same as me. So our usual relationship is actually very good.

But what I dislike most about him is that he is too difficult to kill.

Ah, of course don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I really want to kill him.

After all, our relationship is just a working partnership, and he is my boss. How could I do something like that? Hahaha.

Let’s just talk about last time. He was sleeping very soundly. Seeing that I couldn’t wake him up, I bought thousands of kilograms of gunpowder and sent it into his room, hoping to light it up to wake him up.

But when I lit the fire, I discovered, oh, it is said that gunpowder can kill people. I'm really a little confused, hey~(>3<)

Then the cave he lived in suddenly collapsed. I was standing very far away and could see clearly. I looked up to the sky and laughed for a long time.

However, he suddenly appeared in front of me like a ghost, unscathed. I can't even figure out whether he wasn't sleeping in it at all, or whether he sensed danger and escaped in advance.

As soon as I saw that he was safe, I immediately went up to express my condolences to him. But, he actually hit me so badly that I had to stay in bed for three months. I was really stingy.

While I was grumbling, I had already returned to the street where people gathered.

The noise of the fighting was still clearly audible.

As I observed the few targets that needed to be dealt with, I suddenly felt my mouth drying up and a strange impulse welling up in my chest, and I wiped my saliva by the way.

There are so many delicious dishes here.

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