Chapter 358 Strange Mission
The interior of Drizzle Pavilion was also dark.
Wu Yan didn’t know where Xiaoyu Pavilion was, but he knew that this place used to be an ancient tomb...an ancient tomb that never saw the light of day.
He left the small room and walked into a long corridor.
His footsteps echoed on the stone wall, as if every step was awakening this ancient tomb that had been sleeping for thousands of years.
Slowly walking along the winding corridor, the surrounding air seemed to have solidified, with a cold and heavy atmosphere. Every inch of land and every stone here seems to be soaked with time and blood, exuding an indescribable coldness.
Wu Yan's eyes paused briefly on these totems, and then continued to move forward... Soon he came to an open area, which turned out to be a huge underground cave.
The river flows gently and the wooden bridge creaks.
A meandering stream flows quietly at the bottom of the cave. The water surface glows with a faint blue light, as if it contains some mysterious power.
Across the stream is a simple wooden bridge. The bridge body is made of thick logs, and the bridge surface is covered with thick moss, making it a bit slippery to step on. There are no railings on both sides of the bridge, only a few thick hemp ropes as handrails, which looks quite simple. However, it is this seemingly inconspicuous wooden bridge that connects various important areas of the Xiaoyu Pavilion main altar and is the only way for killers to come and go.
In this open cave, killers dressed in red walked past from time to time. They either acted alone or in groups, walking in a hurry and with cold eyes.
Wu Yan walked across the wooden bridge and passed through stone gates, and finally came to the mysterious hall located at the deepest part of the ancient tomb... It was even darker here, and he could hardly see his fingers. The walls of the hall were covered with black The curtains are like shadows in the dark night, oppressive and heavy.
In the center of the hall, a tall figure turned his back to Wu Yan, seeming to blend in with the surrounding darkness. His black robe looked even deeper under the weak candlelight, as if it had swallowed up all light.
“Your Majesty.”
Wu Yan called out.
He could feel the cold aura emanating from His Majesty's body. It was a cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, as if it could freeze a person's soul.
"New mission, the employer has changed hands many times, the source is unknown... It is still killing people, but it is not killing living people."
Your Majesty did not turn around or look back, he just made a strange sound The voice was not like a human voice at all, as if it came from another world without a trace of human emotion. It was like the whisper of ancient gods or the soft sound of jade stones colliding with each other. It was impossible to distinguish between male, female, old and young.
Wu Yan was already accustomed to His Majesty’s god-like tone. He didn’t even ask out loud, but just waited quietly.
Because he knows that your Majesty doesn’t like others to ask questions, let alone interruptions.
Sure enough, after a brief pause, His Majesty continued: "You are going to kill a dead man."
Wu Yan frowned slightly.
This is not a task he can understand.
But he still waited calmly.
"Sixty-eight miles west of the capital, Huailin Village."
Your Majesty said calmly: "Someone died in the village three days ago, but some people are worried. Go and open the coffin. No matter whether the person in the coffin is dead or alive, or something else, kill him again."
< br>"Remember, he is missing three fingers on his right hand, and there is a big burn scar on his neck."
"If there is no one in the coffin, send a message in return, and wait for the letter in the village."
This time, Wu Yan understood.
Although he didn't understand what "something else" meant, it wasn't important.
As long as it's something that moves, it's the same.
So he knelt half on the ground and lowered his head in response.
"There is one more thing."
At this time, Your Majesty spoke again: "You mentioned that you wanted to kill a person named Fu Qingzhou."
Wu Yan was startled: "Yes."
"He has become famous." Your Majesty said calmly: "The leader of the Qianlong Hundred Heroes Association, Qianlong...an interesting name, which dragon is this dragon?"
As he spoke, he kept his back on his back. Your Majesty turned his head slightly.
He was still in darkness and gloom, but the candlelight still illuminated a corner of his hair, and his snow-white beard and hair fluttered slightly, but his face was still unclear.
"You, why do you want him to die?" he asked.
Wu Yan frowned slightly and thought for a moment before replying: "The only time I missed was because of him."
This doesn't seem to be the answer you want.
He slowly turned back and said calmly: "Every killer will fail, and you are no exception. It's not important... We only kill people during missions. When a mission is over, the people in the mission will be the same. That’s the end of it.”
This was another tactful rejection, and Wu Yan understood it.
He did not feel any disappointment, he just lowered his head and said yes again.
Your Majesty stopped talking. The black curtains in the hall were raised, covering his figure and extinguishing the weak candlelight. The hall finally turned into complete darkness. Only a jade plaque slipped out from the curtain and stopped when Wu Yan stopped.
......
Wu Yan, who had just completed a task, had no chance to rest and immediately went to perform the next task.
He had no complaints and was even looking forward to it.
Because the people left in the Drizzle Pavilion are just "statues".
Practitioners can go without food or drink for long periods of time, and so can the killers here.
They only have a small and small room in the pavilion. There is nothing in the room except a small bed.
The most important thing is that it takes a long time for some food and water to be provided.
Your Majesty has said that there is an extremely abundant spirit in the Drizzle Pavilion. As long as the willpower is strong enough, one can survive even if they only breathe the spirit... This is to keep them pure.
For a killer, purity is very important.
Wu Yan is also very pure. He has no objection to the small room or boring waiting. He is just hungry.
The one thing he dislikes the most is being hungry.
Therefore, after getting the new mission, he couldn't wait to set off.
Just like when he came, he walked back to the small room along the same path he had just taken - and the man in black hat was still waiting there.
“Coming.”
He nodded slightly to Wu Yan: "Jade token."
Wu Yan handed over the jade token, and the black man stretched out his hand to take it. I don't know what he did, but a faint light immediately flashed on the jade token. .
“I see, it’s an interesting mission.”
Heiliren said, took out a pill from his arms and handed it to Wu Yan: “Do I need to change my sword?”< br>
“Yes.” Wu Yan said, “After killing many people, the hilt of the sword became loose.”
"Okay, I will arrange it."
Heiliren said in a calm and emotionless tone: "I wish you a successful mission."
Wu Yan swallowed the pill skillfully and entered the hut. , lay down on the straw mat.
Not long after, the dizziness hit him like a tide again, drowning him.
This kind of pill is very powerful. Not only can it cause a coma, but when you wake up, you won't feel the passage of time, as if you were just dizzy for a while.
Therefore, Wu Yan took this medicine countless times in the past and never had any dreams.
But this time, he had a dream for no reason.
In the dream, he seemed to have returned to his childhood.
The closed door was opened, and a ray of sunlight shone in and reflected on him.
Immediately afterwards, he heard other people’s frightened shouts, vomiting, and curses...
But he didn't understand what was wrong with him.
If you are hungry, shouldn’t you eat something?
This dream was very short. It seemed that Wu Yan woke up in just a blink of an eye.
The sun shone in his eyes, causing him to tilt his head.
This is a mountain forest. Looking at the sun, it should be noon.
A brand new rapier lay beside him, with a cold light.
The red clothes on his body changed into ordinary linen clothes. After all, he came to the village on a mission this time, and the job was not a job of rushing forward and retreating, killing and leaving, and there were also many tasks during the mission. There was no indication as to whose family the "dead man" belonged to or where he was buried. He had to conduct a simple investigation. Dressed in red, it was a bit too ostentatious.
Wu Yan picked up the rapier, stood up, and looked far away - not far from the bottom of the mountain was a scattered small village, with smoke curling up from the cooking pots.
He knew that he had arrived at the mission location.
Sixty-eight miles west of the capital, Huailin Village.
(End of this chapter)