Killer in the Coffin

Nong Shiqiang was very happy to see his daughter like this. However, he put on a serious expression and told her, "But you can't be too willful. When anything suspicious happens, you have to listen to Wei Yi. You can't mess around like last time."

"Got it, got it. Daddy is the nagging one!" Nong Xuejia broke free from Juliet's embrace and ran up the stairs.

Nong Shiqiang watched his daughter leave before asking with a frown, "Where are you going?"

"Go prepare a bit and then go to school." Nong Xuejia replied and ran to the stairs.

Nong Shiqiang was speechless. He smiled bitterly and said, "Are you dizzy? Wei Yi's identity as a student has not been settled. How can he go to school?"

"Right …"

Nong Xuejia's excited expression disappeared, turning into a faint expression of helplessness.

"Girl, why aren't you eating first? Why don't you go to school to play at this time?" Juliet smiled and picked up her chopsticks again.

"Fine." Although Nong Xuejia was a little disappointed, she was quickly getting better. In any case, she was not in a hurry.

Nong Shiqiang, who was standing to the side, grinned. His precious daughter seemed to have forgotten that she still had another wish. He would rather die than remind her this time. He would only tell her about it when she thought of it.

At this moment, Wei Yi was playing with the Dragon Soul and the Sickle of the God of Death on the manor's rock garden.

Although he was proficient in all kinds of firearms, he liked cold weapons a lot. He liked the feeling of blades stabbing into flesh, as that would allow him to clearly know if his enemies were dead or not.

"Go!" Wei Yi threw out the fused Scythe of Death.

The Sickle of the God of Death followed the sound and flew out in a strange trajectory, cutting off a small tree branch in the distance before flying back. Wei Yi accurately caught it in his hand.

For a dangerous weapon like the Sickle of the God of Death, most people would not dare to take it and practice directly. If they failed, they might be killed instead.

If he was hit by the cut from the blade, even if he didn't die, his tendons and bones would be broken.

However, Wei Yiyi was afraid that this Death God's Sickle was easy to use. It was as if he was born to use it, and there was no need for him to train painstakingly.

Wei Yiyi practiced like this all afternoon on the rockery, and no one came to disturb him during that time.

In the evening, Batt who was guarding the control room happily climbed up the fake mountain and said to Wei Yi: "Boss, it's time to go eat."

"Got it." Wei Yiyi replied. He was still practicing how to nimbly move the two Sickles of Death between his ten fingers.

Bart watched, with no intention of leaving.

"Is there anything else?" Wei Yiyi frowned. He wasn't used to being watched, especially since the person he was staring at had a weapon on him. He couldn't help but want to cut open the man's throat.

"Boss told me to inform you that you have to accompany Eldest Miss to school tomorrow." "No," Bart replied, unaware that he was on the verge of death.

"Got it." Wei Yi restrained his killing intent as he looked at the still unwilling Bart and asked, "Is there something else?"

"Boss …" "Can you accept me as your disciple and teach me some skills? The bodyguards at the manor all say that you know kung fu …"

Bart spoke out his thoughts with some unease, but before he could finish, Wei Yi had already jumped off the fake mountain with a backflip.

Wei Yi was afraid that if he stayed on the fake mountain any longer, he would lose control of his killer instincts and kill off every danger that approached him, so he chose to leave.

He didn't have the slightest interest in Barthes' idea of becoming his disciple. He didn't know any orthodox techniques and only knew the art of killing. These skills couldn't be taught at all.

"Ai, Boss is indeed the boss. He's always so cold and merciless."

On the rockery, Bart wasn't depressed. He was thinking about how to get close to Wei Yi and follow him.

Night fell once again, and Wei Yi fell into insomnia. He didn't know how long Nong Shiqiang would stay at home this time. He didn't know when he would get the chance to enter the secret room again to check on the prisoner's voice and give her something to eat.

Wei Yizheng really couldn't understand what was going on with him, why would he sympathize with a stranger when he was always so inattentive to other people's affairs.

When the pervert saw that Wei Yi could not sleep, he immediately shouted excitedly to Wei Yi to enjoy the beautiful picture of Playboy with him.

Wei Yi rolled his eyes. He lay on the coffin and pretended to be asleep, too lazy to associate with the perverts.

The next morning at 5 a.m., Wei, who was dozing on the lid of the coffin, suddenly rolled over and put away his phone, which was broadcasting a picture of Playboy.

"I haven't finished reading it yet!" The pervert cried out in alarm and pounced onto Wei Yi, hoping to snatch him back. However, his body felt a chill from Wei Yi's body and an expression of helplessness appeared on his face. "Oh my god, what a beauty!"

The pervert knew that this reaction had to be from someone approaching his room, so he glanced at the monitor on the desk.

Sure enough, the shadow of the 'black beauty' appeared in the corridor outside the door, walking towards Wei Yi's room.

"This Black Widow really lacks the guidance of a man. She came so early to disturb my mood!" The pervert was gnashing his teeth in hatred, wishing that he could turn into a real monster and scare her away.

"Knock, knock."

Someone knocked on Wei Yi's door. Wei Yi, who had been waiting for a long time, slowly got up. He opened the door to look at the cold black spider and asked, "Is there something you need?"

The black spider glanced at the room behind Wei Yiyi, then handed over the data bag in its hand. "This is your new identity. You have to remember them accurately within an hour, and then go to school with Miss at 7."

"Oh." Wei Yi took the bag.

After handing over the items, the black spider immediately turned around and left. However, just as it took a step forward, it suddenly looked back at Wei Yi and asked: "Do you believe that there's a ghost in this world?"

Wei Yi was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Have you seen a ghost?"

The black spider took another look at the mysterious coffin in the room behind Wei Yiyi and said lightly: "I've never seen it before. I've seen you sleeping in a coffin every day, so I just casually asked."

"Maybe I'm a ghost myself." Wei Yi chuckled and did not directly answer the black spider's question.

The black spider did not ask any further. Doubt flashed through its eyes as it changed the topic. "Be careful. Last time, you killed so many of the enemies. They might retaliate against you."

"Understood, thank you." For the second time since he had grown up, Wei said, "Thank you."

Wei Yi frowned. The word 'thank you' seemed to come easily from the first attempt.

Wei Yi closed the door, opened the bag, and sat on the coffin to check his new identity: Wei Yi, male, national — Hua Xia, 18 years old, Nong Xuejia's distant cousin …

Wei Yiyi remembered his identity with just a few glances. When he saw that his new identity and nationality was China, he was a bit confused. Nong Shiqiang didn't really like Chinese, but he actually gave him Chinese nationality.

It was likely because Nong Shiqiang was originally from China, so giving him a distant cousin's identity was more convincing.

Wei Yi didn't have much of an opinion on the issue of his nationality. On the contrary, he liked this nationality because he looked too much like a Chinese, and even spoke Chinese very accurately.