Volume One: Storm in the Western Regions Chapter 120: The Most Ruthless Killer
Guo Zilian carried at least two daggers, three bottles of poison, five hidden weapons, and many other miscellaneous and bizarre things that Zhao Rang didn't even know what they were.
I thought that was all, but I didn't expect that he took off his shirt instead, revealing a modified crossbow tied to his back. The three-edged arrow shone coldly in the candlelight, so menacing that Zhao Rang couldn't help but look at it.
Subconsciously, he turned his head to the side a little.
The killer with the Chinese character loosened the belt that bound the crossbow, removed the arrows, and placed them flatly on the ground. Only then did Zhao Rang see that his crossbow had already tightened its bowstring and was ready to fire at any time.
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"Okay, that's all!"
Ignoring Zhao Rang's stunned look, the Chinese-character-faced killer clapped his hands, put his coat back on, and said relaxedly.
This kind of story would only appear in storybooks and legends, Zhao Rang never expected that it would appear in front of him.
My throat felt like there was a ball of cotton stuck in my throat, and I couldn't say a word for a long time.
After I went downstairs just now, that happy mood suddenly disappeared, and it lasted only for a short time.
But soon, Zhao Rang found something new that interested or curious him.
That is a killer who carries so many kinds of killing weapons. What kind of killer is he?
Rumor has it that a long time ago in the world, there was a killer who mastered seven weapons at the same time, but in the end he died because his strength was too complex.
The man with the Chinese character in front of him took out more than seven kinds of things and put them on the ground. Especially the crossbow machine behind him... Zhao Rang really couldn't figure out how someone could carry a crossbow machine out anytime and anywhere, so he became interested again.
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Ever since he was a child, Zhao Rang has loved liveliness, watching all kinds of different people and doing different things. It is best if these people and things revolve around him.
Fortunately, he was born in the Zhao family in the north and became good friends with Ximen Dazhuang. So he was never bored. Different people and different things really happened around them.
Isn’t this the best evidence now?
Zhao Rang pointed to the weapon on the ground and said:
"A killer who carries so many things is definitely not a good killer!"
The Chinese-character face shook his head and said:
"You are wrong, I am the best killer in the entire Shanye Kingdom!"
Zhao Rang smiled, very contemptuously.
The reason for contempt is simple - he doesn't believe it!
A best killer will only specialize in one kind of weapon, and then practice it to the extreme. As his strongest method, he strives to kill with one blow and escape unscathed. It is impossible for someone to specialize in so many types.
Even the legendary killer can't do it, let alone the ordinary Chinese character face in front of him. If he insists on saying that he is the best killer in Shan Ye, Zhao Rang will lose interest again.
He will also draw a knife out of disgust.
It is important for people to be self-aware, otherwise they will become boring and shameless.
"Do you see any difference between these two daggers?"
Zhao Rang squinted his eyes, looked down carefully, and said:
"One is long, one is short, one is wide and one is narrow."
The dagger is somewhat similar to the broken knife, so Zhao Rang can still tell a difference.
"Oh! The short and narrow ones have blood grooves. The wide and long ones don't."
There are only so many things that can be seen with the eyes. No matter how many there are, you have to hold them in your hands and screen them carefully. Zhao Rang will not be stupid enough to pick up a killer's things for no reason, not to mention that the person the killer wants to kill is himself!
But with his eyes alone, he could see something strange!
Daggers are mainly used for stabbing. In order to enlarge the wound and achieve maximum damage, many daggers borrowed the design of arrows and changed the blade into a triangular shape.
Even if it is an ordinary old-fashioned dagger, it does not need a health slot. To stab or chop, as long as you grasp the key points and timing, the opponent's life is no longer your own, and nothing else matters.
"You're right, but not completely."
The Chinese character face picked up the narrow dagger and the wide dagger respectively, and explained:
"The wide one and the long one are for killing people. The other one is for committing suicide."
"suicide?"
Zhao Rang was very surprised.
The Chinese character face turned a deaf ear and continued what he just said:
"This suicide dagger is specially made according to the width of my throat. You can put poison in the blood tank, which is a double guarantee that you will never survive."
Zhao Rang leaned back. Although there was nothing strange on his face, he was actually a little shocked in his heart.
A killer who holds a person who wants to die, who else can't be killed?
In other words, if a person is not afraid of death himself, then no one can escape his life-threatening blow.
Such killers are the most ruthless, cold-blooded and terrifying.
But such a killer did not attack him, and Zhao Rang became more and more puzzled.
Unknown things always have a magical power that draws Zhao Rang to continue exploring.
He carefully looked at the throat of the Chinese character face and found that it was indeed similar to the width of a dagger. But based on this alone, it was not certain that what he said was true, so Zhao Rang pointed to three bottles of poison and asked:
"Is this the poison in the blood tank?"
The Chinese-character face was still shaking his head:
"The poisons placed in the blood tank are not here. These three are not poisons."
"It's not poison, is it still an antidote?"
"Secret medicine!"
Zhao Rang had heard this term from Yuan Mingkong and Yuan Kexin.
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something. He stared at Guozi's face with sharp eyes, his Adam's apple moved up and down, but he just asked plainly:
"What secret medicine?"
The three porcelain bottles were exactly the same. Zhao Rang didn't know how to distinguish the Chinese character face. But he was sure that these three bottles were definitely not a secret medicine.
"Sometimes I also take jobs that don't involve killing people."
The Chinese-character face replied.
"This kind of work is more profitable, but it's also difficult to do."
Zhao Rang thought that the killer only wanted to silence the living. Could it be that he also had the ability to make the dead speak?
"Some people are very strict with their mouths. It's very difficult to get them to speak. Especially when you meet those tough guys whose faces are expressionless even if you cut off a piece of their flesh."
Zhao Rang nodded in agreement.
"So the function of these three bottles of secret medicine is to make those who don't speak speak, make those who speak more speak more, and make those who speak more tell the truth."
Zhao Rang took a deep breath to relieve his increasingly tight scalp.
The Chinese character face has just been "introduced" to two types, but it has made the atmosphere in the room extremely depressing.
Regardless of Zhao Rang's already pale face, the Chinese-character face continued to talk to himself and talked about all the remaining weapons.
His speaking voice was neither sad nor happy, and had no ups and downs. Moreover, he spoke for a long time, which meant that he was full of breath.
Previously, Zhao Rang felt that this killer with the Chinese character face was not worth mentioning except for his ability to hide his body shape. Now it seems that he is just like a fly on the tree, not overestimating his abilities...
So when the narration of the Chinese character face stopped, Zhao Rang suddenly jumped up, swept back, and went straight back to the stairs.
There is a whole window on the second floor.
Although the crystal is thick, it is as fragile as paper under Zhao Rang's black steel knife.
This was the only retreat he had chosen after much thought just now.
Seeing Zhao Rang's behavior, Guozilian didn't find it strange. He just sat down on the chair and said in an extremely heavy and tired tone:
"The last one is invisible and intangible. It has been integrated into my bones and blood."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Rang felt that the figure sitting there with the Chinese character face suddenly shook.
Zhao Rang thought it was because he was dazzled, but his hand suddenly relaxed.
Looking down, he saw that the black steel knife that he had been holding tightly was gone.
When he looked up, he was sitting there with a straight face, but there was a knife in his hand.
It's Zhao Rang's black steel sword!
Fortunately, since he met Ye Sanniang, he has come into contact with several great masters along the way, including Shang Shiyi, the previous owner of the black steel sword, so Zhao Rang was only surprised by Guozixian's extraordinary skills and was not impressed.
Totally frightened.
Sure enough, it is very beneficial to be well-informed.
Otherwise, if you haven’t even seen it, you will be scared to death sooner or later!
"What a great knife! I didn't expect Wu Dao Tang's swords to be in such good condition!"
The Chinese character's face revealed the origin of Zhao Rang's black steel sword in just one sentence.
"Do you know Wu Dao Tang?"
Zhao Rang asked back while walking towards the hall he had just left.
There is no knife in my hand, but I feel more confident than when I held the knife.
A life anyway.
This Chinese-character face didn’t kill him just now, and he probably won’t kill him now.
Otherwise, the moment of grabbing the sword would be enough to kill him many times!
"That hall master and I had some friendship, but it's a pity that in the end it caused public outrage... What a pity!"
Guozi couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, holding the black sword as if looking at his old friend.
"You haven't said what is fused into your bones and blood!"
The Chinese character turned a deaf ear.
He devoted himself wholeheartedly to rubbing this black steel knife.
After a long time, he raised his head, his eyes twinkling with sparkle.
Obviously, there is no "little friendship" between him and Wu Daotang.
"Oh, who told you to suddenly show off your sword!"
Ever since Zhao Rang came down from upstairs, Guozilian had seen the knife in his hand. However, he tried his best to restrain himself, but his emotions were well hidden. It wasn't until Zhao Rang finally jumped up, and the knife in his hand flashed a black light, that he
He couldn't help but grab the knife.
Then the Chinese-character face started muttering to himself.
Zhao Rang saw his lips moving constantly, but couldn't hear clearly what he was saying.
After a while, the Chinese-character face finally stopped muttering to himself, carefully placed the black steel knife on the table, and asked Zhao Rang:
"Do you know why I don't kill you? Although you really deserve to die!"
The topic is back to the beginning.
Zhao Rang shook his head dully, then thought if it was because of the black steel knife, and said tentatively:
"Shang Shiyi?"
This test was obviously wrong. Zhao Rang could see from his face that he didn't know Shang Shiyi at all, and he had never even heard of the name.
"If you want to say it, just say it. If you don't say it, I will pull you down! If you want to kill, kill me. If you don't, I will pull you down!"
Zhao Rang suddenly felt an unknown fire in his heart.