Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 467 On the Path of Assassin
He still remembers those days of despair.

At first, he couldn't accept it, he struggled, he resisted, he even thought about revealing his identity, desperately being scolded by his father, leaving here and going home.

But later, the instructor who knew his identity had a private conversation with him, and he found out that his father had arranged people along the way. As long as he appeared on the official road back to Beijing, no matter what happened, he would be tied up. tied back.

In other words, his father made up his mind to keep him here and not let him back down.

The real can't bear to look back, started from that time.

The people who train them want them to become top killers, so swords and swords, injuries and bleeding are commonplace.

They were not allowed to have friends and were cut off from all ties with their loved ones.

It was as if they were orphans from the moment they stepped here, and they belonged to no one except the lord they would serve in the future, let alone trust anyone.

Later, gradually some young children could not persist and tried various ways to escape, but they were all caught back and beaten severely. Those who could bear it often gave up the idea and continued to persevere in this dark place until they became Become a tool without feeling and emotion.

Unable to bear it, the little body was wrapped in a straw mat and thrown on the path where they escaped.The road to freedom that once gave them hope became their burial place.

Seeing that the number of 8000 people is getting smaller and smaller, and finally there are only [-] left, and more than half of the children who died were used as human targets or objects of competition, and died at the hands of their partners who trained with them day and night.

This kind of life lasted for a year. During this year, Jian Chenyi accepted and saw his situation clearly, and tried his best to keep himself alive.

He was not a person who loves to practice martial arts, but in that year, he, who was already talented, spent three times more time and experience than others to become the top one who never fell in the assessments.

He withdrew his originally docile and kind character, raised a knife in his hand and dropped it, without splashing blood on his body, and could take a life in the blink of an eye.

The few missions in the middle made him show an incomparable leadership aura, which enabled him to be successfully promoted to the commander of the five thousand killers, and gained the trust of the lord who had never shown himself.

As a result, he finally embarked on a road that was completely different from his own imagination, but he could not turn back.

Time ran wildly all the way, and in a blink of an eye it was the first snow of the year.

None of the five thousand killers in the killer camp thought that they would have such a miserable winter.

That year, it was extremely cold in the mountains. It snowed heavily for three days and three nights, obliterating all colors and traces. One morning, when they woke up, hundreds of tents disappeared without a trace overnight. Everyone was wearing thin obscene clothes. Lying in the snow, their respective backpacks were placed in the distance. Inside the bag was a piece of clothing to keep out the cold, a water bladder filled with water, some dry, tasteless jerky that could keep them alive, and There is a letter.

The words on the letter were very neat, and the meaning was very clear: Whoever can survive in the snow-covered mountains for a month can become an official killer and be sent to the lord for dispatch.

This order was so sudden, but the pre-killers who saw the letter showed no surprise. They all packed up their things and prepared to accept this final test.

(End of this chapter)