When the door of the prison cell once again let out a heavy wail, the miserable screams of ghosts howled in my ears. I, Chen Fenghua, once again stepped into Cell 4. It was a cell known as the 'prison within a prison', the' only hell in the world'. It was a place full of malicious ghosts and crazy people. I, on the other hand, crawled out of it once. As for me, after I crawled out, I crawled back without hesitation. I want to go back to hell and cleanse my body once again.
The howls of the malicious ghosts continued to echo in my ears. The corners of my mouth curled up into a cold smile that was like an ice age. I reached out and grabbed the head of a malicious ghost that had already pounced in front of me. I secretly exerted strength in my hand. The ghost that was screaming the loudest just now was crushed into pieces like a broken statue by my grip. "I'm back!" I laughed evilly.”
As soon as I finished speaking, thirteen pairs of sharp sword glares shot over. Death. This was the purest look of death. This was the purest look that could drive people crazy. This was the purest look that came from hell.
I knew that I couldn't retreat. I had to make these old monsters acknowledge me and look up to me. Only then would I be able to merge with them and the Infernal Realm. That way, I can learn from them what I've always dreamed of. I brazenly took a step forward and directly endured the thirteen pairs of auras that were enough to make anyone timid, afraid, and crazy.
The strong aura made me feel suffocated. It was so suffocating that I was about to go crazy. In an instant, I had an illusion. I was surrounded by miserable screams and wails. It was as if I was standing in a sea of scarlet desire. The viscous liquid flowed over my legs, making it extremely difficult for me to take every step. Terrifying malicious ghosts surrounded me and hung all over my body. It was as if they were suddenly surrounded by countless pieces of cold ice in summer. It was so cold that it made them tremble and freeze. Just now, it was already very difficult for me to take a step forward. Now, every step I take requires all my strength to take a step forward.
It was as if I was carrying a huge mountain on my back. I couldn't lift my feet at all. When I walked forward, I had to let the soles of my shoes rub against the ground before I could take a step. However, I remained expressionless. Just like that, I continued to move forward unyieldingly. He used all his strength to straighten his back. Even if he died, he was unwilling to bend it. Even if it's just a little, I'm unwilling to bend it from the bottom of my heart.
From the entrance of the cell to my original bed, it felt as if tens of billions of years had passed. Just as I was about to break down, I raised my hand with difficulty and finally touched the bed rod of the bunk bed.
Huff!
The moment I touched the bed, all the pressure instantly left me. The pressure on my body instantly disappeared. However, I used up my last bit of strength and could only hold onto the bed pole. I held onto the only thing that kept me from falling down and took in large breaths of the air that was in stark contrast to the air in Prison 48. Although it was filled with the smell of decay, I had to admit that air was what I needed the most right now. No matter how bad it smelled, I had to breathe to fill the air I lacked because of suffocation.
My head suddenly felt dizzy after this heavy pressure. I didn't know how long it took for me to gradually recover. I took a deep breath and turned around. I leaned my back against the bed and laughed in a low and hoarse voice. Immediately after, I raised my head and glared at the thirteen people surrounding me. The corners of my mouth twitched evilly as I said weakly,"I won. Hehe, in the future, I want you to teach me everything you know. I want to learn from all of you. I want to trample on everyone's dignity.”
Another 13 pairs of lights emitted an aggressive and sharp light, flickering with a faint green light. For a moment, the only source of light in the room, which was about the size of a grain of rice, was covered up. This was an excited gaze, an incomparable gaze. Only 12 of the 13 pairs of eyes moved up and down three times at the same time, as if they had agreed to my words. Every time they moved, they would bring along 12 pairs of light. It was extremely strange.
I looked at the only person who didn't nod and realized that it was Wu Kun.
I looked at him with a deep meaning, then looked at the twelve pairs of eyes that were emitting the gaze of a demon king from hell. After agreeing to my words, my entire body collapsed, as if I had received the greatest comfort. I slid down the bed. The owner of the pair of green eyes flashed. A moment ago, he was still far away, but in the next moment, he had already arrived by my side and supported me. He smiled sinisterly and nodded at me in satisfaction. With a skillful move of his hand, I smoothly lay back on the bed. It was only at the last moment that I fell asleep.
"Kekekeke! He's back!"
"Yes, yes, he's back. Hehe, he's so slow. I'm almost impatient from waiting and want to go catch him.”
"Wu! I've been waiting so anxiously! Wu! I'm so pitiful!"
"Wahahahaha, he's ours, he's ours!”
"Hehehehe, we have something to do.”
"I want to train him into a fighting machine.”
"No, he wants to become the man who will make any woman go crazy for him.”
"Hehe, what a pair of hands. Any lock can be easily opened.”
"No, no, these hands should be able to surpass my limits and shoot out more hidden weapons than me.”
"Wrong. If his hands and eyes were to work well together, his hands would shoot like an AK47.”
"Yes, my legs are better than my hands, so my explosive power must be very strong.”
"Humph!"
Twelve voices, twelve different tones, twelve kinds of arrogance, twelve kinds of anticipation.
The most evil, strongest, and wildest twelve people in the prison were unwilling to leave when I was unconscious. They surrounded me as if they were admiring a piece of art. Twelve pairs of hands touched my entire body as if praising a perfect piece of art. He's judging me.
No, there's another person. There's another person who went to prison with me. It was Wu Kun, lying on the bed like a cold corpse, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. Could it be that he had lost consciousness? Could it be that he had already been swallowed by this cell number four? No, he was a person who did not want to be left out. He took the risk to come to this prison because he had a goal in his heart that he could not fail to achieve. That was to become the King of Assassins.
Legend had it that to become the King of Assassins, one had to complete three major missions. The first mission was to assassinate the king of any country in the Middle East. The second mission was to find the long-lost King of Assassins. The third mission was to kill the King of Assassins and take his place.
Wu Kun was the most mysterious assassin in the world of assassins. He had always been alone, unlike other assassins who had a manager. He took the orders himself, found the targets to assassinate, and dealt with the aftermath himself. In the world of assassins, everyone knew that there was such an assassin. No one knew his name, and no one had seen Wu Kun. He only knew that there was a very good killer. As long as he wanted to, he could assassinate anyone for you. He had never failed. In the assassin world, Wu Kun was called Dark Night.
But Wu Kun was very distressed, so distressed that he almost broke down. He had assassinated many people, and his success rate had always been above 100%. It wasn't that he only targeted the weak. In fact, every transaction he made was a big one. However, people still said that he only called him Dark Night, but no one called him the King of Assassins. Even though the King of Assassins had disappeared from the assassin world for more than ten years, his reputation was still like a mountain. No matter how hard Wu Kun tried, he could not cross it.
Finally, Wu Kun couldn't take it anymore. He announced in the assassin world that he wanted to challenge the King of Assassins and began the trial of the King of Assassins. For a time, the world of assassins was in an uproar. Some were surprised, some were afraid, some were mocking, and some were admiring. However, Wu Kun did not care about this at all because he had a goal that he had to achieve, and that was to become the King of Assassins. A target that was set to die.
Wu Kun was indeed very strong. He had been lurking in the Middle East for half a year to figure out the target's schedule and travel patterns. This was the king of a small Middle Eastern country. Like the masters of most Middle Eastern countries, he was very rich, too rich. Because he was too rich, he was afraid of death. He was afraid of being killed. Therefore, this king had treated his palace like an iron wall. There was always a strengthened special forces brigade stationed in his manor. There were people monitoring every corner of the manor 24 hours a day.
To be honest, this was Wu Kun's worst time. Not only did it take a long time, but because of this, he almost couldn't be an assassin anymore. There was only one outcome for a person who could no longer be an assassin, and that was death. That was because a killer could only stop being a killer after he died. As long as an excellent killer was alive, even if all the joints in his body were crushed and all his teeth were knocked out. An assassin who could even kill a child of a few years old with a relatively sharp knife could not be ignored. This was because they knew the art of killing too well. It was like an art. No one knew when they would find a knife, a bullet, or even a tree branch. They could kill you. Wu Kun was such an outstanding assassin.
When he successfully killed the king of that small country in the Middle East, Wu Kun spent three years to finally find the whereabouts of the King of Assassins. Wu Kun had spent all the savings he had earned from killing people and helped them kill many people. He had spent three years working on it and had almost given up. Only then did he get the news from a very hidden source that the King of Assassins might be in a prison that only allowed the living to approach and only the dead to leave-the 'Ning Prison.'
Wu Kun didn't know if this news was true or not, so he decided to take a gamble. He resolutely pretended to be a small assassin and pretended to be caught, and came to the prison in Nan Ning. He had made the right bet. The King of Assassins was indeed here. He was so excited that he directly challenged the King of Assassins. However, he was right, but he was also wrong. The King of Assassins was too strong. He only used one move to defeat Wu Kun. It could even be said that Wu Kun was defeated in less than a move. Instantly, the strong confidence that Wu Kun had built up completely collapsed. At this time, Wu Kun had completely become a puppet, leading a confused life every day.
Now, in the future...
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