In the empty shed, there was only a small wooden table and an incense burner slowly rising a wisp of fragrance.
That breath, elegant and sweet, dissipates fatigue when it enters the nose.
Shen Yanxiao looked at this strange display and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The sound of water drops echoed in my ears.
The picture in front of me became blurry in an instant.
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It was night, silently, Shen Yanxiao stood on the empty street, looking at the tall buildings on both sides of the road. The cold winter wind blew by, like a sharp knife, ruthlessly blowing away every ounce of warmth from her body.
Her skinny little body was tightly wrapped in thin clothes. The strong wind was raging, and her little face was turned white by the cold.
Hunger spread throughout her body, and she no longer knew how long it had been since she had eaten.
The city shrouded in darkness was in deathly silence.
She stood there alone, looking at the deserted street.
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"The little one is quite capable. If you don't want to starve to death, I'll give you a chance."
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"Whether it's life or death depends on your own fate."
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"The mission was completed well, but you wasted ten minutes, fight."
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The pictures in front of him were like a revolving lantern in his soul. Pages passed by, and each scene sent shivers down Shen Yanxiao's spine.
That was her previous life, a wandering child who was about to starve to death. Until she was taken back by the organization, she thought she finally saw the hope of life, but found that all this was just the beginning of a nightmare.
Steal, kill, die...
She struggled to survive in hell, watching her friends around her die one by one. Her body was soaked with warm blood, and she looked coldly at the target who fell at her feet.
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"If you want to steal, you must learn how to steal people's lives."
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When her hands were covered in blood, she learned to steal everything.
Money, jewelry... lives.
She is no longer the number one thief in the organization, she has become a sharp sword that steals people's lives.
However, she is only willing to admit that she is a thief...
The dazed past came back to his mind, and Shen Yanxiao woke up to the sound of gasping.
She was still in a small shed, with only a wooden table in front of her and the incense burner that was sending out wisps of green smoke.
"Damn it, this kind of test is really boring." Shen Yanxiao took a deep breath, never looked at the incense burner again, turned around and walked out of the shed.
The test of xinxing is to use the strange fragrance to evoke the most unbearable memories deep in their souls. Whether they collapse or face it calmly is the result of the test.
Shen Yanxiao walked out of the shed. The sun was shining brightly outside and the breeze was blowing on her face. In front of her eyes, there were no high-rise buildings made of steel and concrete, only a patch of green covering her eyes.
The corner of Shen Yanxiao's mouth curled up into a slight smile.
The elves are really smart. Many of the measurement items added by the Silver Moon Guards are aimed at pollution. Only a firm heart can resist the negative emotions from pollution to the greatest extent.
However, all this is meaningless to Shen Yanxiao.
She has already experienced hell, what else in this world can she not face?
Looking at the elf standing outside the shed, Shen Yanxiao asked with a normal expression: "Did I pass?"
The elf looked at Shen Yanxiao with some surprise. He knew what the determination of xinxing was. Every elf who had done the determination before had a very ugly expression when he left.