Chapter 6, The Assassin

Either you continue to live like this in the teaching, as long as I am here, you will not die, becoming a shadow guard of mere reputation, abandoning thoughts that should not exist, and living on like a mere decoration in the building

He caught a glimpse of him, who had also just bathed, seeming momentarily taken aback, and then turned his gaze downward to scrutinize the marketplace. Looking down from the second-floor window, various ethnic groups with different skin tones moved about, while vendors shouted at the top of their lungs in the slanting rays of the evening sun, trying to attract the last customers.

Yes

You may choose. She lowered her head to look at him, her tone slightly softened

Do you think you are concealing it well? Does everyone not know what you are thinking?

You are fundamentally incapable of becoming an assassin, let alone being qualified to be a shadow guard

He stepped out of the door, and a figure was already outside, meticulously checking the bundles on the horse's back

When she finally arrived at the last small town before the Kingdom of Shache, even she, who had remained calm and composed throughout the journey, could not help but let out a sigh of relief

At least you have never actively killed anyone. Is this what you mean

That bed belongs to you, and you can still sleep for another hour

He clenched his palm, his temples throbbed, and he nearly lost control.

Suddenly opening my eyes, a shadow swept in through the window

"It was you who took advantage of the night to sever his head, and then wiped away his blood with a tablecloth." She seemed to feel no trace of murderous intent as she lightly touched the wooden table where the head had been. "Have you forgotten?"

Emerging from the mountains is no easy task. There are numerous checkpoints, and every detail is scrutinized. Even if one recognizes the figure of Jaya and pays their respects accordingly, passage is only granted after the verification of the jade decree of the sect. He spurred his horse to follow, striving to maintain his composure.

The imposing aura of mhetushucomcom constricted the breath.

I want ... ..." She gazed into his eyes, completely unlike a young girl. "You still do not understand your own identity."

Naturally resilient, possessing great endurance, adaptable and resourceful, meticulous and cautious, while also able to care for companions and cooperate in battle. However, lacking aggressive tendencies. She recited it word for word, raising her eyebrows. "This is Elder Kui's evaluation of you"

The shopkeeper knocked on the door, delivering a steaming hot tea soup breakfast

The bulging eyes seemed to glare in anger, as if unable to believe that they were now detached from their body; they belonged to the extremely vicious assailant who had violently attacked someone in the street just moments earlier

a main room

Every few years, martial artists from the Central Plains are captured and taken to the Tianshan Mountains. There are also those like you who have managed to break out of the Cuifeng Camp, but none survive for long. Do you know the reason?

Even if that person is domineering and unruly, they are not of good character

Look closely at that person

Those who know why they kill and can bear the burden of their sins to continue living

In the end, he seemed to have stripped away the satisfaction of money, leaving his unconscious opponent behind as he strode away, with the cries of the vendor's children echoing behind him

A commotion disrupted the market; he focused his gaze and saw a tall, rough-looking man violently assaulting a vendor. His brutish fists collided with the frail opponent's face, blood oozing from the nostrils and corners of the lips. He showed no signs of relenting, even hurling profanities and threatening the onlookers who tried to intervene.

Why

And you... know nothing at all. The cold gaze showed a hint of pity for the first time. "Do you think that as long as you hide, you will have a chance to escape and live to see the day of freedom? ... How naive.

Jia Ye rose from his seat, washed up, and had his meal, his expression as usual

A bloodied head rolled a few times on the table before coming to a stop

She did not move even her sitting posture, and she closed her eyes again

He was momentarily taken aback and did not respond at once

Before the hour of the Rabbit, I want to see his head

Where to rest the horse, where to find lodging, where there are underground rivers to replenish drinking water, all are known in detail. Her tenacious endurance is beyond imagination, as she can often be seen observing the stars late at night to determine the direction for the next day's journey. In the vast desert, one can easily lose their way if not careful

After a long while, I picked up my head and walked out. Upon returning, I twisted the cloth to wipe the table clean, washing away the blood. Sitting at the edge of the bed, I could not calm my emotions, watching as the sky gradually brightened.

According to reports, you have primarily focused on defense in all previous battles, only retaliating when under attack. Unless in a life-and-death situation, you have refrained from pursuing your opponent after inflicting significant damage, and there have been instances where this has led you into perilous situations. Is this true?

It is not merely through endurance and perseverance that one can endure; without the determination to sacrifice everything for a goal, one will only be exploited more thoroughly. The only purpose of the benevolence and morality you adhere to is to hasten your own demise

However, he did not forget; yesterday, she casually commanded him to take a person's life

She spoke calmly, wiping her lips with a silk scarf

After a long time, the girl's voice sounded again

He suddenly turned around, fully aware that he should not ask, yet could not help but blurt it out

The person named Shalike makes a living by forcibly extorting land taxes, having harmed countless individuals and accumulated a heavy blood debt, leaving the common people powerless against him, becoming a local tyrant

Every word was a merciless sneer, cutting off the most secret hope, shattering self-esteem into pieces, leaving him feeling more powerless than ever. His face was ashen, and he let go of his grip in despair, blood dripping from his fingertips

"Do you want to ask why I am doing this?" She interlaced her fingers and looked at him with a discerning gaze

She lightly brushed her sleeve with her fingers, her voice soft. "Because what I want is a true killer, not an upright and principled gentleman"

The young man looked at her coldly, with a faint ray of daylight seeping through the partially closed window frame.

You will bear these sins for a lifetime

It is so difficult to eliminate a bully; what task can you accomplish

Do not speak of unavoidable circumstances; you have no right to do so

He was completely stunned and took a long time to regain his composure

Her manner of eating is exceptionally elegant, with every gesture and movement being measured and proper. Even when compared to the refined young ladies of Jiangnan, she is by no means inferior; her demeanor may even surpass theirs.

The young boy glared at him fiercely, his eyes filled with rage as if they could spit fire.

This is the only mercy I can offer you

Traveling westward, the yellow sands stretch for thousands of miles

All of this is because you killed him

"It was I who ordered you to kill." She interjected, her dark, cold eyes holding a semblance of a smile. "But the one who kills is you."

The demonic cult is such a place, where there are no so-called good people; those who can survive are all killers

The people you have killed, do they all deserve it?

The result is that you kill others in order to survive for yourself at m.hetushu.com.com

... ...

The veil was removed, washing away the dust of the journey

Before departure, it was not yet dawn

Why ... ... tell me these things

Did you see clearly? She withdrew her gaze and took a sip of tea

The scorching sun blazed as if it were molten, making each breath feel searingly hot. The thirst was unbearable, and the limited water supply had to be meticulously rationed before reaching the resupply point. A moment's carelessness could result in becoming a sun-dried corpse in the wilderness. Along the way, the bleached bones of livestock were half-buried in the yellow sand, a testament to the arduousness of the journey, which is beyond the imagination of ordinary people

"When did you become qualified to question me?" The pitch-black pupils met his gaze, and she smiled without expression. "He's just a bully who uses violence to rob others; what difference does it make if he dies? Go ahead."

Either become a competent assassin, abandon useless moral righteousness, act according to orders, bear all the filth and sins, and never look back

"Your identity will always be that of a killer." The girl's words were cold and sharp, piercing deep into the heart

After a thorough inspection, leaving no detail overlooked, even opening the medicine box for examination to ensure everything was in order, he finally gathered his belongings and prepared to mount his horse

She gazed into the eyes of the young man, which were gradually igniting with anger, and continued to speak. "His wife and concubine were already at odds, and it was inevitable that she would remarry within a few years. The children, having lost their father at a young age, would be deprived of parental care. Even if they were fortunate enough to grow up, they would still be destined to a life of hardship."

The night was veiled by a white scarf, controlling all actions and movements.

I give you two paths

Phantom.

He stood frozen on the spot, feeling a dull pain in his chest.

Clear away the items, wipe the table clean, and you and the * picture * books can take a rest

What does this have to do with my killing someone

The girl seemed to conclude as if it had nothing to do with her, and he suddenly stood up

By what means can one survive in the educational environment and protect oneself from being trampled by others

When he returned to the room, Jiaye was once again as usual, dressed in white like snow, with hair as dark as lacquer. His eyes seemed to still carry the moisture from his bath, giving him the appearance of a small figure made of jade porcelain, devoid of any semblance of authority.

In the face of the formidable forces of nature, humanity appears insignificantly small.

He has several wives and concubines, and his children are still young. Moreover, he has a seventy-year-old mother living with him, whom he supports, and the neighbors all speak of his filial piety towards her. This man has a penchant for gambling and drinking, leaving his family with no surplus wealth. Upon his death, the family will fall into ruin, and his elderly mother, having lost her son, is unlikely to live much longer

How many people have you killed

He silently complied with Jiaye's instructions

... ... Why! After a long silence, he heard his own voice, hoarse and unfamiliar

That is ... ...

His nails dug deeply into his palm as he stared at her intently

The small town is regarded by traveling merchants as a resting place, bustling and lively. The shop assistants, accustomed to various merchants from different regions, respectfully welcome them into the main hall

... ...

You cannot shirk responsibility by claiming to be forced

Every person you kill in the future may be good or evil. They pose no threat to you, are strangers with no grievances, and have their own families, yet their lives are ended due to a certain order. Some will mourn their deaths in utter despair, falling into destitution, and will spend their entire lives immersed in hatred, cursing you to hell for the rest of their days. They will not hate the one who issued the order; they will only hate the executioner... that is you