The Beacon of Kyushu

The Death-Chasing Ghost nodded and said, "That's right!"

Yun Zixiao heard this and showed a trace of contempt in the corner of his eyes, "Nothing more than that."

The death-chasing ghost shook his head and said, "As the saying goes, 'A mountain is not famous for its height, but for the immortals living there. A river is not famous for its depth, but for the dragons living there.' Even though this death-chasing tower is not much different from an ordinary pagoda, its most special thing is that the deities of the world of separation and hatred gather inside the tower!"

Yun Zixiao nodded slightly and whispered, "I hope Lihentian is not just a name, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to kill that increasingly arrogant beggar!"

The Death-Calling Ghost seemed not to have heard Yun Zixiao's words. He just smiled and gestured to him, "Master Yun, there is a saying in our industry, 'When the Soul-Grabbing Tower rises, the assassins of Lihentian will gather. Kill people for money and stay together until death.' If the Soul-Grabbing Tower has already risen, the assassins of Lihentian must have gathered as well. Let's go up now."

Yun Zixiao followed his instructions and walked slowly, following the only path in the mountains and strolling up the hill. The death ghost was afraid that Yun Zixiao would not see him and would suspect that he was plotting something bad and kill him with a sword, so he naturally followed closely behind him, not daring to slow down even a step.

The two men walked to the top of the hill, and the gate of the Death Tower came into view. The tower gate was similar to that of other tall towers. The only difference was that the big characters written on the high black lacquered plaque were not gold or white, but blood red. There were three big characters that seemed to be written in blood - Soul-stealing Tower!

Although the handwriting on the plaque was not written by a famous calligrapher, it was still vigorous and magnificent, but in Yun Zixiao's eyes, it was really not worth mentioning. He only glanced at it with his peripheral vision and tried to enter the tower, but was stopped by the death ghost behind him, "Master Yun, this is the Soul-stealing Tower, you cannot barge in!"

The ghost walked to the front of the tower and bowed deeply toward the inside of the tower. "I am Yan Wu, the ghost of death. I am here to bring you here to meet the master. I hope you will let me pass."

Yun Zixiao did not see any guards standing inside the tower, but he clearly heard a man's voice inside saying, "The master has not arrived yet, you take the guest into the tower first and meet the assassins from the southeast, northwest, and northeast. If there is anyone who satisfies him, just hire him."

"Understood." Yan Wu nodded, waved to Yun Zixiao and said, "Young Master Yun, please follow me into the tower." Yan Wu had been calling Yun Zixiao "Master Yun" before, but now he suddenly called him "Young Master Yun", which showed that he was intentionally hiding Yun Zixiao's official identity. Yun Zixiao understood his intention and walked straight to the tower without hesitation, and followed the short and wretched Yan Wu into the tower slowly.

I don't know if the people of Lihentian are pretending to be mysterious, or if these ruthless killers are accustomed to lurking in the darkness. There is not even a fire in the tower. Only with the moonlight shining into the tower can the simple layout of the tower be seen clearly.

Yun Zixiao had never been here before, so out of self-preservation instinct, he paid more attention to everything in the tower. The space on each floor of the tower was not too big. There was nothing else except a narrow, slender stone staircase leading to the other floors. On the walls of the floors above, there were occasionally some simple drawings or weapons such as daggers and short swords hanging on them, but most of the space was still empty.

He looked at the empty place, feeling extremely surprised, and couldn't help asking: "Yan Wu, this tower has nine floors, why are all of them empty? Is there another mystery?"

Yan Wu smiled mysteriously, and said hesitantly: "Young Master Yun, each floor has its own use. As for how to use it, the immortals will not reveal it to outsiders at will, so that this old man... doesn't know." Yun Zixiao only believed half of Yan Wu's words, but after all, he was just here to hire a killer, and there was no need to explore the secrets of this place so clearly. He simply stopped asking and followed Yan Wu straight to the ninth floor.

Ordinary pagodas either have the same area on each floor, or the area gets smaller as you go up, but the Soul Stealer is the opposite. From the outside, the area of ​​each floor should be almost the same, but when Yun Zixiao actually went up to the ninth floor, he was shocked to find that the area of ​​the ninth floor was larger than the other eight floors combined.

At this moment, thirty-four black-clad masked killers lined up in two teams, silently standing on either side of a stone chair in the middle. Although they were of different heights, weights, and genders, young and old, they were all silent, with fierce gleams in their eyes, like thirty-four wild beasts choosing their prey. The cold, deadly atmosphere was so oppressive that it almost suffocated people.

The arrival of Yun Zixiao and the other man did not break the oppressive atmosphere at all, and everyone's movements remained unchanged. It was not until Yan Wu bowed to the thirty-four people that a sturdy man holding a short sword spoke up, "Death ghost, the young man in white behind you is the distinguished guest we invited this time? Who do you want to kill?" The man's voice was low and cold, and it was obvious that he did not care about human life at all. Yan Wu clasped his fists and said, "Lone Wolf, this distinguished guest's surname is Yun, and the person he wants to kill is a beggar named Wan Jianfeng. It is said that he stole his woman and credit, so we want to get rid of him as soon as possible!"

When Gulang first heard the surname of the man, Yun, he was startled and instantly remembered the Shuiyun Pavilion, which had been standing on Lianxia Mountain for hundreds of years and knew all the secrets of the world. But when he heard that the man was only after women and merits and intended to kill to vent his anger, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself, "I, Gulang, have always taken money from people and helped them get rid of disasters. But every time I went out, the people I killed were not famous people in the martial arts world, and the people who hired the killers were not ambitious or had a blood feud. When have I ever killed beggars for such trivial matters?"

Yan Wu saw that the lone wolf had no intention of accepting the order, and looked at the other thirty-three people, "Everyone, are any of you willing to take on this business? If no one is willing, we'll have to wait for the owner to come and let him make the decision himself."

Most of the other thirty-three people were not interested in such a deal, and no one was willing to step forward and take over this insignificant business. After a long time, a middle-aged man with a very thin body and a slender waist finally said, "Ahem... ahem... I'll take over this business!" He kept coughing violently while speaking, like a consumptive ghost.

When the crowd saw Yin She speaking, they all nodded, and no one competed with him. The reason why these people nodded was not because they recognized Yin She's strength, but on the contrary, they thought that such an easy deal did not need to be overkill, and only the weakest Yin She would be appropriate.

Yun Zixiao looked at Yin Snake for a few times and shook his head, "You? No way!"

Yin She was indeed not strong enough, and he admitted it himself, but he was not sure if he could kill a martial arts master, and why would he care about killing a beggar? Unless the opponent was Situ Zhong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, who was powerful enough to shock the martial arts world, or his son Situ Tianxing, Yin She would never believe that he would be defeated with his own strength, "Ahem... ahem... what's wrong with me?"

Yun Zixiao said coldly: "You are not good at anything."

The sinister look in Yinshe's eyes became more intense, and he said sternly, "I can do it!"

Yun Zixiao didn't want to argue with a consumptive man, so he put his hand on the hilt of his sword and said, "If you can take three of my swords, I will admit that you are capable. No matter how much you ask, I will not give you a penny less. Otherwise, if you die under my sword, you can only blame yourself for your own destruction."

Yin She glanced at Yun Zixiao disapprovingly and thought to himself, "Judging from your gentle and refined appearance, you are probably just a scholar. Even if you have a sword, how can you be my opponent? Besides, if you really have peerless martial arts, why do you need me, Li Hentian, to come forward and help you end the life of a beggar?" As he thought about it, he suddenly leaped forward and was in front of Yun Zixiao in an instant. At the same time, he untied a whip from his waist and whipped Yun Zixiao in the face viciously.

Yun Zixiao stared at the whip without dodging, waiting for the sharp whip tip to hit his face. Seeing this, Yinshe thought Yun Zixiao was scared and laughed coldly, and increased the strength on his wrist a little more, and the whip turned into a shadow and came closer.

When the whip was less than three inches away from Yun Zixiao's face, Yun Zixiao finally drew his sword. As the Liuyun Sword came out, the sound of dragon roars rang out, and the sudden sword light frightened many killers. Yinshe had met many masters in his life, but he had never seen anyone draw a sword so quickly, let alone such a sharp sword. He was secretly frightened, and his hand trembled slightly when wielding the whip.

The Yin Snake's eyes were cold and sinister, like a deadly poisonous snake, but Yun Zixiao's eyes were ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times colder than his. The Liuyun Sword flashed brilliantly in the air, and the soft whip in the Yin Snake's hand broke into pieces. Then a stream of bright red, boiling liquid spurted out from the Yin Snake's neck, staining the black bricks on the ground with blood.

"Cough... cough... this... this is impossible!" Yin Snake stared at Yun Zixiao, spitting out the last few words unwillingly, and his body slowly fell to the ground.

All the thirty-four assassins had looked down on Yun Zixiao, but only now did they realize that this seemingly powerless young man was actually a powerful figure whose swordsmanship was almost unrivaled in the world. There was no anger or fear in their eyes when they looked at Yun Zixiao, but a little more respect. It was obvious that Yinshe's life or death was insignificant to them. (End of this chapter)