World of Chessboard

"The time has come, quickly show yourself!" The middle-aged man held onto his long blade, his tone was tough, but the beads of sweat on his forehead exposed his nervousness, "Didn't your Poison Hall always say that they took orders on time, and they didn't fail to do so? Come on? Come out and fight with me! "

A gust of wind appeared out of nowhere, causing the fallen leaves in front of the man to swirl and fly into the air. The man didn't care about anything else as he used all his strength to swing his blade towards that gust of wind. He roared angrily, "Go to hell!" The back of his neck turned cold and he subconsciously turned his head to look back. He only saw a blurry shadow moving and then, after a muffled sound, it sank into darkness.

"Tsk, he died just like that? You obviously have a lot of things you want to say. " Seeing the man on the ground, Xue Feng's mouth twitched in disappointment. He squatted down and took out a three-inch yellow talisman paper. The date and time were written on it. He took out another piece of grey paper and threw it away, then unwillingly added: "Assassin, you eat dark food. Who would be so stupid as to fight you head on? Although you have fought face to face with me before."

"I'd rather have him shut up before he barks."

When Xue Feng heard this, he looked over to see a young man standing on a maple tree not far away. He was dressed similarly to Xue Feng. Xue Feng smiled with his curved eyes: "If it's not what I want, then how can I advance if even the prey knows that we're going to attack on time?".

Xue Feng waved his hand and said, "As long as you have more money from your employer, it won't take you much effort to get there."

Xue Luo coldly snorted and said, "You only know about money."

Xue Feng looked at him strangely and asked: "Assassins don't do it for money?".

"So noisy." Xue Luo was too lazy to talk to him, "After work, let's go." With a tap of his toes, he jumped from the top of the tree to a different tree. His movements were light and agile.

Blood Maple quickly caught up to him and said, "Hey, Blood Drop, slow down. How many missions did we have today? "

Blood Descend slowed down a little and walked beside him. "Twenty-three."

"So many?" "I actually haven't died yet. How amazing."

Xue Luo answered, "Because what you did was at your level, there's no other killer competing with you."

Xue Feng said unconcernedly: "It doesn't matter, if we really meet someone who wants to steal business, there's still you right? If we can't even beat you, then we can run. "

Xue Luo looked at him with disdain and said: "Don't embarrass the Poison Hall."

Xue Feng replied: "I did not. This was at the hall master's orders. If they can kill it, then let's kill it together. If they can't kill it, then run.

Xue Luo said, "I think you can just run away, and it will save you the danger of being unable to run away."

Xue Feng threw up his hands and said: "At least I am considered one of the top 50 assassins of the Poison Hall, one hundred and fifty of the entire martial arts world.". He thought for a moment, and then said dejectedly, "It doesn't sound that great either."

Xue Feng's eyes lit up as he asked, "Really?"

Xue Luo said, "It's fake!" She didn't wait for him and abruptly increased her speed, leaving him far behind.

The six halls of the Hall of Poison, the three halls of magic, blood and concealment are the main forces, the two halls of loss and turbid are still in the process of cultivating killers, while the "flow" hall is responsible for supporting the work behind the scenes.

Before he made his move, he sent a yellow talisman paper to remind him of the time of death. After killing, he left a grey talisman paper to indicate the person who had done it.

The poison was deadly, soundless and intangible.

Besides them, there were two other forces, Candle and Wu Gou, that stood side by side with each other in the martial arts world.

Candle Stick acted more high-profile than the King's Wine Hall. Whenever the killer made a move, he would always light a candle and arrive with it. The flame was not red but green, like the flame of a ghost on a grave.

The ghostfire was repulsive, and the stranger took a detour.

Wu Gou didn't warn him when he killed, and he wouldn't expose his whereabouts. Wu Gou was in the hitman business, but boasted that he was a chivalrous man. Every time he killed someone, he would leave a "kill every person in ten steps, leave no traces" on the wall.

Zhao Qiancai was a man with a beard and Wu Gou Shuang Ming was a man made of snow and snow.

… ….

The three forces had been in the martial arts world for different periods of time, but they were famous three years ago. In less than a year, they had reached the top.

No one would think it was a coincidence. Therefore, the people of the martial world had been guessing for three years. Who were the people standing behind these three organizations?

Assassins were mysterious, and so was the person behind them.

The full edge of the Candle Curtain Hall, the hidden edge of the Poison Wine Hall, was targeted by both of the two at the same time by Wu Gou. As they fought openly and secretly, the intentions of the three forces were gradually revealed in the martial arts world.

There were all sorts of wonders in the martial arts world.

It was a pity that doing business with the dead did not necessarily involve making longevity materials.

There was a place called the Dark Valley.

It was said that it was filled with dense white bones, and the vulture eagles that filled the sky fed on it.

It was said that the souls of the dead lingered in it, and would take away the bodies of the living who entered the Valley of the Underworld.

It was said to be an unmarked cemetery, and the cries of babies could be heard late at night.

Actually, this was not the case. This was a place for doing business with the dead.

What counts as dead? The dead.

The Netherworld Valley was a valley that was surrounded by mountains. Inside were baths with miasma, poisonous insects on the ground, and falcons that could kill. And beneath this seemingly lifeless surface, there was a group of people that resided in the belly of the mountains and the underground. They were "dead people." Outside, they had become dead people, dead people with names.

That's right, many of those people who were either chased to the point where they had no place to go or were not tolerated by the crowd had come here. To be able to recruit such a group of desperate criminals under his command made him look like a fantasy. In reality, as long as he could provide them with protection, shock them, and kill a few that he could not subdue, there was no problem.

These people who had a long skill and were unable to see the light of day could either rely on the Valley of the Underworld to be half-dead, or produce concealed weapons and poisons, which were sold by a part of the Valley of the Underworld who were responsible for selling them, and then give them a corresponding reward, or provide some blueprints and sword manuals in exchange for the qualifications to stay here for a few years.

In short, the Valley of the Underworld had never restricted their freedom, nor did it have any particularly strict requirements. The fish and dragons were mixed together, but they were extremely harmonious. In order to survive, they came to a consensus. For truly evil people, communicating with one another wasn't as difficult as one would imagine.