Chapter 357: Drizzle Pavilion
Late at night, in a small town at the foot of the mountain.
There were no more pedestrians on the street, and Wu Yan’s red dress stood out.
In just a few hours, most of his injuries have healed.
This is the undisclosed secret of Xiaoyu Pavilion, the Lingshu Qiyuan Dharma.
This technique has only one effect.
Healing.
The killers of Xiaoyu Pavilion have always only opened their acupoints step by step and improved their skills. The Spiritual Pivot Qiyuan Dafa they practice will not provide any help to their combat effectiveness. It will only allow them to Able to recover faster after being seriously injured.
They need to go through certain methods of self-harm that are extremely terrifying and dangerous to outsiders, and practice this skill bit by bit.
However, no matter how strong this skill is, it cannot allow these killers to improve their cultivation level... Therefore, although its name is somewhat mysterious, in the eyes of outsiders, it must be an evil skill. Extreme skills.
And Wu Yan... is the person who practices this technique best in Xiaoyu Pavilion.
Because he is not afraid of pain.
No...it's not that I'm not afraid, it's that I don't know.
Since many, many years ago, there has been no "pain" in his heart, only "hungry".
A person who does not know pain will always have an advantage over others when going through those terrifying and dangerous cultivation processes.
Of course, as for those sword skills, body skills, and stealth skills... these are not provided by the skills, but they are practiced bit by bit in the inhuman training day after day.
In the dark night, Wu Yan quietly came to a small temple outside the town.
This seems to be a Buddhist temple and a Taoist temple. Inside, there are crooked statues of Buddha, the Dragon King, and some unknown little gods... Small temples in many places are like this, and there is no trace of Buddhism or Taoism. It just depends on what the people in this place believe.
As for the people, whoever can carry their wishes will be what they believe.
Late at night, the small temple was quiet, with only one dormitory room still lit.
Wu Yan did not bother them, but went straight to the side hall - this side hall was called the "Jade Blanket Hall" and housed a female statue with a name written in front of the throne.
Empress Youxuan.
This goddess statue is very ordinary, just like countless statues of gods. She is dignified and majestic, with divinity in her facial features. She sits cross-legged on a divine throne, with one hand on her chest in the shape of a flower, and the other hand hanging down on her knees. Set lightly.
Probably because this goddess is not famous, there is almost no incense in the incense burner in front of the temple.
But Wu Yan very seriously took out three incense sticks from under the altar, lit them, and bowed three times to the statue of Empress Youxuan.
After inserting the incense stick into the incense burner, he walked quietly and silently to the back of the statue, and skillfully stretched his hand in.
After a while, he touched a mechanism and pressed it lightly.
A low humming sound sounded, and the stone slab under the altar slowly moved away, revealing a long staircase.
Wu Yan walked in calmly with a calm face.
The stairs were not particularly long, and they soon reached the end - at the end was a completely enclosed stone room. There was only one square table in the stone room, and a small bottle was placed on the table.
Wu Yan picked up the vial, poured out a small pill, and swallowed it without hesitation.
Obviously, this small temple is a stronghold of Xiaoyu Pavilion.
Secret, mysterious, unknown to outsiders.
But how can a killer organization unknown to outsiders accept orders?
The answer is simple... Xiaoyu Pavilion will find guests by itself.
Wu Yan doesn't need to do these tasks, but he knows a little bit about them.
There are three types of people in this world who are in great need of a killer. The first kind of people are not strong enough, but they have monstrous hatred, raging jealousy, or incomprehensible love. They do not have enough ability to express these emotions, so they need killers.
The second type of people, they are unwilling or unable to reveal their identities. They are dignitaries in front of others and boatmen on the sea of blood. Most people in this world are When working for them, the killer is no exception.
The third type of people pursue ultimate and perfection, but their ultimate and perfection may not be accepted by the world, justice or law, so they have to adopt some dark means to achieve themselves goal.
Drizzle Pavilion will find them, send them posts, lure them to where they should go...and then become guests.
Of course, Xiaoyu Pavilion is very special. They don’t charge money, only cheats. If you want to hire Xiaoyu Pavilion killers to do things, you must give cheats of corresponding value, otherwise no matter how much money you have, they will not To do something for you.
Of course, there is another way to find and hire the killers of Xiaoyu Pavilion - that is through the Nebula Chamber of Commerce.
But Wu Yan was not interested in all this.
He was just thinking about how long it would be before he could have another meal, and what should he eat for the next meal?
The pill entered his stomach, and the power of the medicine was quickly digested in his stomach. An extremely strong feeling of dizziness came over him. He did not resist, letting the tide-like dizziness overwhelm him and he passed out.
I don’t know how long it took, but he slowly woke up.
The surrounding scene has changed. He is in a small, narrow and dark room, with a blood-stained straw mat spread under him.
There is no daylight here, only a small oil lamp on the wall.
He knew that he had returned to Xiaoyu Pavilion.
Even the killers in the pavilion don't know exactly where Xiaoyu Pavilion is... Every time they complete a mission, they need to go to the nearest stronghold within twelve hours, take pills, fall into coma, and wait until they wake up. After arriving, you can return to the pavilion.
After Wu Yan woke up, he slowly sat up cross-legged, as if waiting for something.
About half an hour later, the door of the room opened, and a man wearing a black robe and a black hat walked in. A black curtain hung from the edge of the dark hat, covering the man's face.
"Name." The visitor spoke in a low voice.
Wu Yan didn’t even raise his eyelids and responded calmly: “Wu Yan.”
"Mission details." The person asked again.
Wu Yan responded: "On September 19th, the 19th year of Qianhao's reign, the pavilion sent a mission to lead 20 people to Mojian Villa in Beichuan Ridge, and slaughtered all the Liu family in the village and all the people they supported. The thug, employer Huang Cheng. "
"On the night of September 21st, the nineteenth year of Qianhao, he went to Mojian Villa to perform a task. It took him two hours and three quarters to complete the task at the expense of three people. ”
The man in black hat nodded slightly, suddenly pulled out a knife from his sleeve and threw it in front of Wu Yan.
Wu Yan calmly picked up his hand, exposed his forearm, and cut it deeply.
Blood trickled down his wrist and dripped onto the straw mat.
The next second, he activated the Lingshu Qiyuan Dafa.
As the spirit flowed, the blood stopped after a while, and the wounds on his wrists began to fit together bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Very good, identity verification, welcome back."
Heiliren said the welcome words, but there was no joy in his tone, even a little sinister: "This time, you are here again. Came back two hours later than others.”
Wu Yan's expression still didn't change at all: "Finishing."
Under the black curtain, no one could see the expression of the black man, only the candlelight flickered.
"Your Majesty wants to see you."
After a moment of silence, he said: "There is a new mission."
Wu Yan's calm eyes moved slightly, and he looked happy. Gone in a flash.
Having a new mission means that after killing someone, he can have another meal...
Thinking of this, he felt a little hungry again.
(End of this chapter)