Ghost Sword's words reminded Chen Zhi of those five creepy red-sash warriors under the moonlight.
"Knife, can you tell me about the samurai in the organization?" Chen Zhi never asked Ghost Sword these questions before, but his identity is different now. He has become an important role in the organization. Since he needs to borrow money in the future,
With the help of these powerful warriors, he now urgently needs to learn information about these warriors from Ghost Sword.
"We samurai all grew up within the organization. Some are descendants of samurai, and some are children with extraordinary bones selected by the organization from outside." Ghost Sword looked at the wine glass in his hand and replied softly.
"We were trained within the organization. The hierarchy of samurai is very strict and there is no trace of human kindness. From the initial white belt samurai, we were gradually promoted to blue belt samurai, but being promoted to red belt samurai is the highest honor of a samurai's life. The red belt samurai in the organization
There are only five red belt samurai, and this has been the case since ancient times. When you become a red belt samurai, your identity becomes a great samurai, the leader of all samurai."
"Actually, your hierarchical system is quite funny. It sounds like Taekwondo," Chen Zhi said with a drunken smile.
"Besides, what age are we in now? Why should we still be dogmatic about red belts and white belts? Why not just promote more red belt warriors. I remember when I was in the Fox Cave, the warrior named Fu Ye Wanda seemed to be because he was not accepted.
You were promoted to red belt but were betrayed by the organization, right? I heard that three of the red belt warriors are descendants of Ji. It seems that this promotion system also values bloodline, right?"
"No," Ghost Sword shook his head firmly and said, "Promotion to the red belt warrior is entirely the result of strength and has nothing to do with blood. Fu Ye Wanda is a very good warrior, someone I have respected since childhood.
He was very prestigious within the organization, but he never understood until his death that extreme physical skills were not the result of brute force."
After Guidao said this, he paused slightly, touched his sleeves and continued.
"Actually, the color of our wristbands is not dyed. From the time we reach adulthood, each of us will get a white wristband. These wristbands are woven from the feathers of flaming birds in ancient times. They are blessed by the organization's witches and will be customized according to the warrior's wishes.
The color changes due to the ability, and when we tie this wristband on our wrist, it will be impossible to take it off in this lifetime."
"That means that you red-belt warriors are not sealed, but born naturally?" Chen Zhi asked in surprise.
"Yes," Guidao nodded and replied, "Actually, these wristbands change color automatically on our hands.
When I was 15 years old, I got a white wristband, which turned blue when I was 18. At that time, many older white-belt warriors had not yet changed color. But on the night of my 22nd birthday, the wristband turned blue overnight.
At that time, Fuye Wanda was already over fifty years old, but he never waited for this day.
As a samurai, the pursuit of this kind of glory is unimaginable. Many blue belt samurai never saw the discoloration of their wristbands throughout their lives, so they began to suspect that this wristband system was a scam from beginning to end. It was a scam by the upper management of the organization.
They operated in secret based on their noble bloodline. As a result, some warriors died in depression, but some were unwilling to accept this fate, so they rebelled."
"Rebellion? Where have you been, ANBU?"
Chen Zhi was very sensitive to the word rebellion, and he immediately thought of the Anbu who had been secretly competing with the organization.
"Yes!", Guidao nodded gently,
"I don't know much about ANBU, but I know that they are recruiting a large number of samurai. Some blue-belt samurai who thought they were talented but were not promoted rebelled and went to ANBU. They slashed their wrists with sharp knives.
They wore blood-stained wristbands and swore sworn sworn ties to the organization. I heard that these people used evil magic in the dark department to double their abilities and become very powerful in a short period of time. The specific extent is still unknown."
"So that's it." Chen Zhi nodded and looked at Ghost Sword's wrist, "Can these wristbands really turn red on their own?"
"Yes!" Guidao smiled lightly and pulled out the bright red wristband on his wrist.
"The stronger the ability, the brighter the color will be. The leader said that this bright red color is made by organizing generations of warriors to stain the battlefield with blood and dye it with their souls. It is the fairest judgment on force and is the lifelong treasure of the warriors.
Glory. In fact, before the wristband changes color, the samurai already knows his own abilities. When the physical skills are trained to the limit, understanding is needed to complete the subsequent part. It is a pity that Fu Ye did not understand until his death."
When Guidao said that Fu Ye Wanda was here, he seemed a little sad and drank a few glasses of cold wine.
Chen Zhi looked at the bright red on the cuffs of the Ghost Knife and asked, "Among you red-belt warriors, who is the woman with scars on her shoulders? She knows that you got Bai Qian's knife, so she said
Want to take a look."
Ghost Sword's eyes suddenly flashed warily, then he lowered his head and said with a faint smile, "Her name is Ji Ying, she is the leader's daughter, her parents are both great warriors, she is very powerful, don't mess with her."
After Ghost Sword said this, he reached out to take the long knife that had been kept by his side, and pulled out the scabbard. Suddenly, a diffuse glow burst out with cold air, suppressing the incandescent light in the room.
"I was just about to ask you, the characters engraved on this should be divine characters, can you help me find out what they mean?"
Ghost Sword pointed at a word engraved on the body of Xuebei Sword and said.
Chen Zhi looked carefully and saw that this was a combined character. The main character was more complicated, and the sub-character represented killing.
"This word is pronounced: Commandment," Chen Zhi looked at the ghost sword and said, "If I translated it correctly, the name of Bai Qian's magic sword should be called - Killing Commandment."
"Haha! It seems that this knife suits me very well." Ghost Sword smiled, put the knife close to his body, and then continued to drink.
The next morning, the Bao family's men carried Fat Wei back from the mountain. Fat Wei slept for half the night next to the third son's tombstone. In the morning, he could no longer move his legs. Both Chen Zhi and Gui Dao drank a lot.
They slept on the table in the long hall, and the two of them unknowingly drank the entire table of wine bottles overnight.
After everyone sobered up during the day, they decided to leave the villa and return to Chen Zhi's house together. After they had been out for so long, Chen Zhi's father was already worried. During this time, Chen Zhi kept contacting his father on the phone.
, lied to his father that he was still out of town on business. His father was not interested in exposing his lie, but kept urging him to come home early. So after they said hello to Mr. Bao, they decided to move back to Fate Hall together.
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Everyone still doesn't know that a huge surprise is about to fall on their heads.