I Became an Anonymous Boss

She had a hunch that her guess was becoming a reality.

But she didn't show it. Instead, she stabilized her mind and pretended not to notice anything.

The girl bowed her body and said goodbye to Shirataki.

"Young master, I hope you cherish it."

"Well, mountains and rivers meet again, goodbye."

Shirataki accepted the gift calmly, feeling a little pang of conscience in his heart.

What a good girl, I really can't bear to lie to her like this, please see her next time and ask her to give her a rub.

He didn't know that the arrogant and cold-blooded killer bowed his head, which by no means meant humility in the usual sense.

What's more, he didn't know that Lan Xiangxue, who was supposed to go to another downhill road, turned back halfway by relying on lightness kung fu.

Not only did she not go, but she followed the stone steps to find the way she went up the mountain yesterday.

The girl followed the stone steps to the halfway up the mountain, and she knew exactly what she was looking for.

No swordsman can kill without bloodshed. The mountain rain had stopped last night, so the blood must still remain.

She went down the stairs, and after only a cup of tea, she found traces on the bluestone steps.

A pool of eye-catching blood came into view.

There was no bloodstain when I went up the mountain yesterday. This bloodstain only appeared last night, and such a large amount of bleeding is enough to be fatal.

But there were no dead bodies around.

She wasn't sure if it was the eagle dog from Xueyilou.

But as her footsteps continued to approach, her eyes turned to a patch of grass, pushing aside the green vegetation.

On the grass, lay quietly a blood-stained rapier and a wolf chimney that hadn't been ignited yet.

She picked up the rapier and chimney, wiped off the bloodstains on them, uncovered a layer of wrapped leather and paper, and found the mark.

Only the killer in the Bloody Clothes House knows the special mark.

"Sure enough, it was found."

Lan Xiangxue sighed faintly, her guess came true.

Why does the young master go out with a sword at night?Why do you have to change clothes when you go out for only half a stick of incense?Why do you deliberately cover up when you speak in the morning?Something to hide?Why are you in such a hurry to drive yourself away?Why do you have to advise and warn yourself not to look back?

Seeing these, the answer is already very clear, there is only one.

Young master wants to stay and end...

Lan Xiangxue almost pinched the chimney in her hand until it deformed.

She has been able to restore what happened last night.

The son noticed the hound's arrival, went out at night, and lost the hound.

Although the corpse was disposed of, the clothes were stained by blood splashes, and he had to change into a coat.

He pretended to talk to himself as if nothing had happened, not wanting to let himself know that the hound was coming.

In the morning, I deliberately urged myself to leave earlier, and told myself not to look back, because I was worried that things would change later.

Because the young master also knows it in his heart.

The eagle dog is just the first spy, and the real elite of Xueyilou will follow!

Sure enough, he had figured everything out.

"Son..."

She was hazy and vague, her voice trembling.

Lan Xiangxue had never felt so carefully cared for.

The embankment in my heart has almost collapsed, and some doubts have completely dissipated.

She is a killer, a despicable assassin, and it is a great luck to meet someone who is willing to treat her well when she is at her worst.

She stood on the mountain path for a long time, holding the rapier.

There are only two choices left for Lan Xiangxue.

Either leave or stay.

She didn't want to disobey Shirataki, and she didn't want to ruin his good intentions.

But now, how can she be a shameless person who already knows this!

He and himself are neither close nor old, but treat each other with a sincere heart.

No return, no interest, no reward!

Even though he can only bring about endless disasters, he still has no hesitation.

If you leave the young master now and leave, can you accept his contribution with peace of mind?

Even if you start a new life, you will live in shame for the rest of your life. What if you have a guilty conscience?

She looked towards the mountain forest and murmured, "It's time to make a decision."

……

The sky gradually darkened and the sun set.

Huoshaoyun dyed half of the sky red, and the blood-colored setting sun sank into the gap in the mountains.

A carriage drove to the foot of the mountain, the road came to an end, and the horse stopped naturally.

The dustproof cloth was lifted with one hand, and as the cloth was lifted, a bloody smell wafted out.

A man stepped out of the carriage. His clothes were red, his hands were red, and the knife on his waist was also red.

The red is because just after killing someone, the space in the car is too small, so the car is full of blood.

He is the Tianzi assassin in the Bloody Clothes Building, code-named 'Zu Kuang', he looks middle-aged, his hair is tied up casually, and he looks a little sloppy.

But an assassin who can live to the second half of his thirties means that he has extremely rich fighting experience and experience in the world.

Since he joined the Bloody Clothes House voluntarily, he was treated differently from other killers.

The reason for joining is also very simple, just because he likes to kill people and is a mental illness.

This time, besides him, there were three prefecture-level assassins, but he felt that the carriage was too crowded and the three of them were too noisy, so he drew his knife and chopped them off. I got up, but I spelled it wrong several times, and finally set fire to the carriage... So it is impossible to understand mentally ill thinking.

He was the only assassin left to find the mountain at last.

Zhan Kuang thought it would take a lot of trouble, he is not good at tracking, and the eagle dog seems to have been eliminated.

Surprisingly, a young girl was sitting on the bluestone steps halfway up the mountain under the setting sun.

Zhan Kuang raised his eyes, and Xiang Xue lowered his head.

In the mountain temple, Shirataki yawned.

Chapter 7 Immortals fight, I am at the scene

The clouds are blooming, the moon is full, and the night is still young.

The bloodthirsty setting sun has faded away the last ray of halo, leaving behind the soft water and moonlight shining.

The silver moon reflected the blood like a bright mirror.

The two assassins of Xueyilou met on a narrow road in Qingtai, a mountain road.

One stands on a high place, but looks short.

One stands low, but looks tall.

Xiangxue knew Zhan Kuang very well, just like Zhan Kuang knew her.

As killers of the same organization and assassins of the same level, they are not only competitors, but also life and death enemies at any time.

Because of the job of a killer, there is never a possibility of resignation.

Xiangxue knew that one day she would confront this psychopath, but she didn't expect that she was the prey and the opponent was the hunter.

"You didn't run away?" Zhan Kuang said in surprise.

"You can't even run, it's better not to run." Xiangxue lowered his eyes.

"That's the truth, but you know you're going to die, but you still don't run away, you're an idiot." Zhan Kuang sneered.

"Knowing that you will die, but still thinking about how to escape, you are a beast." Xiangxue said lightly: "I am different from you, I have never failed in killing a person, draw a sword to live and die, advance and never retreat, this is my way. "

"There is no such thing as a sword without a sword, or a knife without a knife. Weapons are only used to kill people. It is nonsense to use any fancy words to describe them." Zhan Kuang's hand holding the knife is blood red: "You are just like others at your age Feng?"

"Killing and reading are not contradictory, I am an assassin, but I was also born in a scholarly family." Xiangxue glanced at Zhankuang: "It's different from a lunatic like you who picked up a hoe and killed a family of nine because he was tired of farming. "

"Speaking of so many reasons, aren't you a killer too? What's the point of killing people?" Zhan Kuang didn't take it seriously, even though the girl's words poked his old scar, it only made this beast-like man laugh even more ferociously.

"Of course you don't have to reason about killing people, but killers can." Lan Xiangxue said, "It's a pity that it doesn't make sense to you."

"That's why you have fallen to this end now." Zhan Kuang knocked on the handle of the knife: "Because the truth is for the weak."

When she heard this sentence a day ago, there would be no ups and downs in her heart.

But now... She thought of the mountain temple, thought of the young master, and thought of a lot.

She glanced at Zhan Kuang again, seeing that he looked crazy, his cold face suddenly showed a touch of sarcasm and contempt.

"You are pitiful."

"..."

Zhan Kuang grasped the handle of the knife, veins popped up in his hand, and killing intent thicker than blood erupted in his eyes.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the sword in Lan Xiangxue's hand: "Smell the scent of blood within three minutes of killing... Rumor has it that your nickname comes from killing people, and you use a special sword that can freeze blood quickly. Where is your blood coagulation sword?"

What the girl held in her hand was just an ordinary stabbing sword. Although any weapon could kill, a sword is a status symbol of a swordsman. She lost the blood coagulation sword, and even her bloody aura was gone.

She didn't answer, the answer was obvious.

She escaped from the encirclement and suppression by innate masters, how could she not pay a little price, her blood coagulation sword worth a thousand gold has already been broken.

Zhan Kuang grinned, not knowing whether he was lamenting the pity, or laughing at the uselessness: "Without the blood coagulation sword in your hand, you are like a swordsman who has lost his sword soul, but my sword has a soul..."