Douluo's assassin becomes a god

Chapter 1 Children in Prison (please recommend, please collect!)
Heaven Dou Empire, Stoke Town, Hell
With his hands behind his back, the warden raised his toes and taught his jailers a lesson.

"Damn it, another one died. Didn't I say, don't lock the prisoner with that little monster, a bunch of trash!"

Looking at the corpse with a cut neck in the shadows, he cursed loudly.

The boss was angry, and everyone trembled.

A jailer was bold and innocent: "Boss, there are really no more cells."

Seeing his subordinates talking back, the warden raised his whip in his hand to greet him.

A sudden cold breath made him stop in place and tremble all over.

Turning around, he was about to scold angrily, but when he saw who was coming, his fat body trembled, and he knelt on the ground directly: "My... my lord, why are you here?"

He saw a man wearing a black cloak, whose face could not be seen clearly, and who exuded an extremely cold aura standing in front of him.

The adult's voice was like a chainsaw cutting through wood, and it made people numb: "Passing by here, let's take a look."

After finishing speaking, he walked into the prison without waiting for the warden's consent.

"My lord, who is this sacred?"

Looking at the back of the man in black robe, the jailer couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

The warden said mysteriously: "Do you know the token of the elder of the Wuhun Palace? The incomplete humanoid pattern on it is this one."

Hearing this, the jailer was shocked.

Although he hadn't seen the token of the elders symbolizing the supreme power with his own eyes, he still knew the pattern on it.

When will people of this level appear in their prison?

This mysterious man is the right-hand man of the Pope of Wuhundian, Ghost.

The warden didn't dare to be negligent, he patted the dust off his knees, and hurriedly followed.

Ghost Douluo looked at the prisoners in the surrounding cells, the cold and damp atmosphere made him extremely comfortable.

It is precisely because of this that the ghost has acquired a hobby.

Love to drill into cold and damp places, such as sewers and prisons.

He just finished the mission of His Highness the Pope, and was about to return to the Hall of Spirits, the sun exposure made him uncomfortable.

Just passing by this border town, Ghost Douluo decided to visit the prison.

"Ok?"

Ghost Douluo stopped in his tracks, as if something inconspicuous in the corner caught his attention.

In the deepest part of the prison corridor, there is an extremely strong prison cell, and what makes Ghost Douluo curious is that the prisoner is actually a child.

"This kid?"

He looked at the warden who was following behind, and asked in a cold voice.

"My lord, don't be confused by this kid's appearance."

The warden said quickly.

"This is a murderer who killed more than a dozen people overnight." The warden was terrified.

As soon as these words came out, Ghost Douluo looked at the children in the cell with even more interest.

The child huddled in a corner, dirty all over, like a stray wild cat.

But those eyes deeply attracted Ghost Douluo.

Those were a pair of ashen-like pupils, and there was no trace of emotion in them.

It's definitely not a child's eye.

More like a lone wolf, a beast that ate countless people.

"what is his name?"

Ghost Douluo asked.

"My lord, this kid is called Han Xiao."

The warden said quickly.

Han Xiao didn't seem to realize that someone was watching him outside the iron fence.

The mosquitoes and flies in the cell were far away from him, and the mice had already emptied their nests, and they dared not be his neighbors anymore, as if they were extremely afraid of the boy's breath.

The dim chandelier was crumbling, and the whole picture of the child could not be seen clearly.

"One child, killed a dozen people?"

Ghost Douluo spoke slowly, apparently not believing it.

The warden quickly lowered his head, and said in a trembling voice: "I dare not hide it, this kid is an orphan and has been taken care of by a woman in the town, but..."

Having said that, the warden hesitated to speak.

"Go on."

"That woman was spotted by a gentry in the town, and she would rather die than follow. The gentry missed and accidentally pushed her on the stone steps, and died."

Ghost Douluo's emotionless voice fluctuated a bit: "You mean that this kid killed the whole family of the wealthy gentry in a fit of rage because of the woman's death?"

The warden nodded quickly, and continued: "Not only that, but... also killed a soul master."

"impossible!"

Ghost Douluo directly refuted without the slightest hesitation.

"Looking at his age, this kid hasn't even awakened his martial soul, so he can't possibly be a match for a soul master."

A five-year-old child killed more than a dozen adults, including a soul master?
This is simply a big joke.

Although the other party is just a landowner, at most he can hire a soul master with a white soul ring, but even so, there is a huge gap between soul masters and ordinary people who cannot cultivate.

"My lord, do I dare to lie to you?"

The warden wanted to cry but had no tears.

As he spoke, he rummaged aside for a long time, and handed over a sharpened wooden stick.

"This kid used this wooden stick to kill the rich gentry's family."

Ghost Douluo took the wooden stick in his hand and visualized carefully, although the surface was calm, but there was a storm in his heart.

This is an ordinary wooden stick, and it is not long, it is only about the length of a forearm.

With this length, if you want to kill someone, it's harder than reaching the sky.

The weapons and spirits used by general soul masters are mostly swords and spears, and their length is at least twice as long as this wooden stick.

As the old saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong. If you use this kind of thing to kill people, you may not even touch the hair.

But what Ghost Douluo had to believe was that there was still dried blood on the wooden stick.

"Open the door."

Ghost Douluo said suddenly.

"No adults!"

The warden was shocked and said quickly.

Why did he put Han Xiao alone in a cell?
That's because the prisoners who were locked with him, and those who provoked him, were all killed without exception!
This seemingly weak child seems to contain an extremely terrifying demon in his body.

"What? Are you still worried that I will be killed by this kid?"

Ghost Douluo sneered.

Hearing this, the warden reacted.

The adult in front of him is one of the most pinnacle existences in the world.

How could he be afraid of a kid who didn't even awaken his martial soul?

The iron door creaked and was pushed open heavily.

Ghost Douluo walked up to Han Xiao, and looked at the child in front of him with great interest.

It seems that because of long-term malnutrition, the child is only skin and bones.

It was hard to imagine that this weak child could kill more than a dozen people.

Seeing that Han Xiao didn't seem to notice his arrival, Ghost Douluo frowned: "Han Xiao, why did you kill someone?"

"If you want to kill, kill it."

Only then did Han Xiao notice the man in front of him and speak.

Hearing his voice finally convinced Ghost Douluo that there was really a child in front of him, and grandma's voice was very immature.

But how could these five words come out of a child's mouth?

"Do you know that you are going to die soon?"

Ghost Douluo said lightly.

Killed more than a dozen people, and the result was of course the death penalty.

"If I die, I will die. I have exchanged more than a dozen lives, which is not a loss." Han Xiao looked very calm, and he didn't even have the slightest fear.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Who would have thought that Ghost Douluo, who was always like a ghost, would laugh out loud.

It's just that his laugh is really ugly.

"Interesting, really interesting."

Han Xiao completely aroused Ghost Douluo's interest.

"Just because of one woman, you killed a dozen people?"

Ghost Douluo asked.

Han Xiao raised his head and looked at Ghost Douluo.

At this time, his immature face was exposed to the air.

The facial features are cold, as if rejecting people thousands of miles away, put on the world-weary face that is alive and well.

"She paid me."

"Remuneration? What payment?"

Ghost Douluo found it even more interesting.

What reward can a peasant girl pay to kill someone?
Apart from your own body, if you think about it carefully, there is nothing else, right?
I saw Han Xiao slowly fumbling into his clothes, and took out a steamed bun as hard as a rock.

"Just because of a steamed bun?"

Ghost Douluo's eyebrows hidden under the black robe twitched.

He seemed to be able to hear his heart beating wildly.

There was no emotion in Han Xiao's voice: "It's not one, it's a steamed bun for five years."

(End of this chapter)