There is also an extraordinary organization called Knight in the Qinghe Group's hands, but this Knight organization does not participate in the competition for resources and has been looking for something for more than a hundred years.

Then we talk about the thugs, which has changed quietly since the early years only targeted the nuclear weapons, and now the organizational program has quietly changed.

The customers in the tavern are all repeat customers, so they have heard many stories told by Storyteller, so when they hear repeated stories, they will feel indifferent and only care about drinking.

Only Ren Xiaosu listened attentively from beginning to end, and some diners next to him couldn't help but look at him, because the consumption level of the tavern was not something that anyone could come to. Suddenly, there was a rich face in the market town, and everyone would always pay more attention.

But they found that Ren Xiaosu sat there and listened to stories alone every day, and did not intend to have any interaction with them. The gentry in the town muttered in his heart that a bureaucrat who had escaped would just sit in the middle of the day and night.

Ren Xiaosu listened to the story every day, and his life became extremely calm, until one day he suddenly received a text message on the worn mobile phone he brought with him: Barrier No. 67, c, the reply from the receiver.

This text message is very confusing, and Ren Xiaosu ignores it. Now he uses this phone as a camera and is in the fresh air.

Ren Xiaosu used this mobile phone to take pictures of the beautiful sunset, and also take pictures of the rich mutton soup buns in the tavern. He thought that when he saw Liu Yuan in the future, he could show Liu Yuan the photos and let him know what the legendary mutton soup buns looked like.

The soap buns in the tavern are different from the roadside stalls in the market town. They are more expensive and have meat.

After sitting there and ordering the steamed buns, the shopkeepers would give the customers two cakes to let the customers break themselves, and the more they broke, the better.

Some people say that if you don’t break yourself up, or if you don’t break it well enough, the chef in the kitchen will spit in your bowl...

On this day, Ren Xiaosu came to the tavern and suddenly found that Mr. Storyteller had not come. He asked the shop's staff curiously: "Where is Mr. Storyteller?"

The shop guy smiled and said, "You are a new customer, don't know. We are not here every day, we will take a break occasionally. It depends on others' mood."

Ren Xiaosuxin said that this was not possible. He was still waiting to listen to the story, so he decisively asked the clerk about the residence of Storyteller, knocked on the door and called Storyteller to come over to tell the story.

The old man was also confused: "Young man, I'm just doing the storytelling business to avoid going to the factory. When you come, I suddenly feel like I'm not blind yet, working in the factory..."

Ren Xiaosu felt a little embarrassed when he said this, but the old man sighed again: "I heard people say you come every day, but I thought you were thinking about my granddaughter. But now it seems that you really want to listen to stories. Let's talk about it, which story do you want to hear? Today we won't go to the tavern. I may not dare to say the stories you want to hear in front of so many people."

The little girl next to her was a little shy and hid in the inner room, while Ren Xiaosu was stunned. He suddenly realized that although the old man was blind, his heart was not blind.

This world is really strange. Some people are not blind but cannot see the truth of the matter.

Ren Xiaosu no longer hid it when he heard this. He said bluntly: "Old man, I want to hear the story of Anjing Temple."

The Storyteller laughed: "That's not something that ordinary people should listen to."

"Do you think I'm ordinary?"

"That's right, you're not ordinary, so I'll tell you."

The Ankyo Temple was not established for a long time, but it was particularly mysterious since its first appearance. Its strength was not blown out by itself, but in the past few years, there has been no task that Ankyo Temple could not complete.

Only the most top assassins in the world have the opportunity to join Ankyo Temple. Ankyo Temple will not only issue tasks to these assassins, but will also protect their safety and provide convenience.

"According to legend, Anjing Temple killed the biological father of the eldest son of a small consortium, which was the Uncle Wang. Is this true?" Ren Xiaosu said curiously.

"It's true," Mr. Storyteller nodded with a smile.

"When completing the task of Anjing Temple, can we ask them to help do something of value, such as helping find someone?" Ren Xiaosu asked.

"Yes," said Storyteller, "It turns out you don't want to kill someone, but you want to find someone."

"If you kill someone, I can do it myself," Ren Xiaosu said calmly. At this moment, a huge confidence in the words arose.

But Storyteller didn't take it to heart, just sighed: "The times are indeed different."

Ren Xiaosu asked again: "Do you think Anjing Temple is a good or a bad organization? I don't want to define them deliberately, but ask them to help find people. I have to know whether they are reliable or not."

Ren Xiaosu was worried that he would entrust Anjing Temple to find someone, which would threaten the safety of Dao Wang Fugui and others.

Storyteller thought for a while and said, "Onkinawa has a clear goal in killing people over the years. There have always been reasons for the other party to die. Many of them are radical activists in the pro-war faction of various consortiums. For important conservatives, they only take on protection tasks and help them eliminate some assassins. However, because of the extremely expensive cost, Ankinawa rarely takes action in person in recent years."

"If you don't take action yourself? Who will let you take action?" Ren Xiaosu was stunned for a moment.

"Some killers waiting for selection," said Mr. Storyteller, "Ankyo Temple once distributed a batch of mobile phones a few years ago. It is said that the mobile phone can only send text messages and take photos. The sending text messages is for posting tasks. After Ankyo Temple publishes the task, it will wait for a reply to see if anyone is willing to answer it, and mark the danger level. What level of killers can take on what kind of tasks. The purpose of the photo shooting function is only one, that is, you use your mobile phone to take photos of the corpse after the task is completed, and the photos will be automatically sent to Ankyo Temple."

Ren Xiaosu was completely stunned when she heard this. Mobile phones?! Only mobile phones with text messages and photo functions? SMS reception tasks, and also marked with levels?

Don't you have one in your hands?

But the old man said that after taking a photo, the mobile phone will automatically send the photo to Ankyo Temple...

Ren Xiaosu recalled the mutton steamed buns in his photo album and suddenly fell into deep thoughts.

I'm afraid that the people from Ankyo Temple would never think that they would receive such photos...

"Haha, it's so magical," Ren Xiaosu smiled awkwardly.

The old man continued: "Only by completing a series of tasks can you upgrade from level D to level A and be qualified to participate in the official selection of Ankyo Temple."

Ren Xiaosu suddenly wondered: "How do you know these things, old man? Ordinary people won't tell these stories to the outside world, how is the authenticity?"

The Storyteller paused for a moment and said, "How do you think my eyes are blind?"

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