Chapter 415 Thorn Tiger

Hard fighting is definitely not enough. There is no doubt about the reason. The number of undead in hand is no longer as good as that of the other party, and the combat ability of the bachelor should also be far inferior to that of the faceless. Overall, Xuecheng must suffer a loss. In addition, the most important thing is that it is also an injustice to let more innocent living and dead die, so it becomes meaningless to end tyranny in this way.

The best way is to assassinate and send the most skilled killers to kill Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing in the dark, then the battle can be said to be over.

But this can only be an idea that cannot be implemented, because Wu Song does not have a suitable killer. There are few people who enter martial arts among the bachelors. Wu Song knows these bachelors and must be unhappy with assassination. Moreover, the assassination is different from a head-on fight. What pays attention to is a fatal blow and does not give the other party a chance to react. Even Wu Song, whose body is in a heyday state, is impossible to do this. His moves are mainly strong, open and close, and even the sound of breathing is full of power. It is absolutely impossible to hide.

What about the apprentice? There may be suitable characters among the apprentices. Wu Song paced back and forth in his tent. Even if there is, it can't be used. The contradiction between the bachelor and the apprentice is quite deep, and they don't trust each other. Besides, the faceless are powerful. The apprentices in the camp are likely to have anti-water people. In that case, the assassins have not been sent out, and the wind has leaked.

"Shopkeeper." Familiar voices sounded outside the tent. Wu Song felt awe of heart, and he didn't know who it was for a while.

"Who?" Wu Song did not let him in directly, but asked.

"Zhang Shu." The voice outside answered.

"Come in quickly." Wu Song hurriedly said that this was indeed Zhang Shu's voice, and there would be no mistake.

The curtain of the tent was picked up, and Zhang Shu cat came in and stood in front of Wu Song. Wu Song looked carefully and found that Zhang Shu had not changed.

"Are you alive or dead now?" This is what Wu Song must ask, because regardless of life or death, entities can be obtained in this world.

"Alive. Manager, you are right. In this world, it is very important to distinguish between the living and the dead. Zhang Shu nodded and replied.

"Where have you been these days?" Wu Song is very interested in this issue.

"Before the judgment day comes, I need to hide. After the judgment day comes, I need to make some arrangements."

"What's the arrangement?" Wu Song continued to ask.

"I found Liu Lin and the sea sand. Liu Lin came to Xuecheng with great difficulty and could not let him get lost in this world. As for Haisha, she is a key figure in her fate and should pay more attention to protection. Zhang Shu replied.

"Key people?" Wu Song was puzzled. He couldn't figure out what key Haisha was in addition to revenge and his paranoia.

"In fact, the shopkeeper should have thought about it for a long time. The name of sea sand is special. The sea is Facebook Island, and sand is the learning city. Without her, how could the fate of Facebook Island and Xuecheng be so easily tied together to experience this judgment day together? Zhang Shu's tone was also calm.

"So what are you doing here now?" Wu Song understands that people like Zhang Shu will never appear for no reason.

"I know you're in trouble. I'm here to help you." Zhang Shu replied.

"You are not enough. What I need is a good assassin. You are as good at facing the enemy as I was in the past, but the blow in the shadow is not appropriate. Wu Song shook his head. He did not doubt that Zhang Shu knew what he was thinking. There was nothing strange about the descendants of the iron bachelor in the world.

"Dadman, you have a suitable assassin, but you didn't find it."

"Oh? Tell me about it!" Wu Song suddenly became energetic.

"Does the shopkeeper remember that Baoguang Buddha Deng Yuanjue?" Zhang Shu's eyes stared at Wu Song.

"Deng Yuanjue... Remember, it's the fat monk." Wu Song thought for a moment. When Deng Yuanjue came to the Osmanthus Tower, Zhang Shu should have been the guy there.

"He met the shopkeeper twice in total. Did he give the shopkeeper a copy of Historical Records on the second side?" Zhang Shu continued to ask.

"Yes..." Wu Song was a little hesitant, because when Deng Yuanjue gave Wu Song this book, there were no other people around him, and after this incident, Wu Song never mentioned it to anyone. Zhang Shu knew this, which was a little strange.

"There is no doubt that I didn't monitor you, but all this was described in the records of the former iron bachelor. I just followed the statement. Then I want to ask the owner, do you still have that book with you? Zhang Shu asked.

"It's on the body." Wu Song nodded and agreed. Strangely, every time he changed his clothes, Wu Song always remembered to put the book away. Although he had hardly read it, the words that the fat monk asked him to carry with him were deeply engraved in his heart. Anyway, a book will not add any burden. Even before the glass candle exam, Wu Song secretly held the book in his arms. His original intention was that if the life in the room was too boring, then reading books could more or less relieve boredom. Of course, when he really faced the glass candle, he had already forgotten about the book. His body has gradually become accustomed to the weight of the book and almost regarded the "Historical Records" as part of his body. If Zhang Shu hadn't mentioned it, Wu Song would never have remembered that there was such a thing.

"The iron bachelor should have said that this is a world of the dead, where the dead can get entities and hurt the living. The historical record Deng Yuanjue gave you is not an ordinary manuscript, but a place where some heroes often live. Just now, you saw the magic weapons of Wuhan University and Ximenqing. This book is similar to such magic weapons, but it is different. Their magic weapons store ordinary souls, at most resentment, and what is carried in the book is the spirit!" Zhang Shu's tone became more and more excited.

"Are these spirits powerful? What can I do?" In fact, Wu Song has guessed the answer, but he can't rest assured until Zhang Shu confirms it.

"Some chapters in "Historical Records" are called "Assassin's Biography", which records the assassination deeds of five chivalrous men. The spirits of these five people gathered here and have given birth to an extremely powerful heart for assassination. This heart of assassination is enough to turn a farmer into the best killer." Zhang Shu answered.

"Do you want me to inherit the heart of assassination and let me kill Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing?" Wu Song stood up and was ready. In a sense, his disabled body was extremely eager to fight.

"No. You are a living person, and the heart of assassination is inherited from a living person. Although this person will become stronger for a short time, he will soon die, and only the dead can inherit it. And this deceased must be the one who has fully inherited your will.

"Do you want me to commit suicide and inherit the heart of assassination as a deceased?" Sweat oozed from the palm of Wu Song's hand.

"Here, if a living person dies, he will disappear and will not become a dead person." Zhang Shu shook his head and said, "I'm talking about the crescent moon. She is the most suitable candidate. Her soul has been in constant contact with you. She is a deceased and can also represent your will. That's why I asked Liu Linsong to come here. Zhang Shu explained.

So it is. Wu Song sat in a chair. Did the iron bachelor predict Wu Song's thoughts today a long time ago? Wu Song suddenly had some despair. If everything he has done now has been arranged by others, the so-called fate is that no matter how you earn it, you can't get rid of the invisible bondage. If that's the case, what's the value of living?

Wu Song groped from his arms, took out the book that had hardly been turned over, and handed it to Zhang Shu. Then he began to wake up the crescent moon, and the wake-up went very smoothly. As soon as he shouted for the second time, the crescent moon responded. At this time, when Wu Song was worried that his body would not be able to cope with the wake of the crescent, a great force suddenly broke into Wu Song's body. Wu Song looked up and saw that "Historical Records" was burning with a brilliant white light, which flowed into his chest like running water. Then he "seeked" the "flowing water" swallowed by the crescent.

A tiger roar. Wu Song's body seemed to be torn, and his head buzzed, as if his soul had been drained, and part of his brain was lost, and there was a hollow sound of collision with the skull. Looking at the front of him, a tiger with white light stood majestically in the tent.

"The crescent, you are finally alive." Wu Song sighed very much. More than half a year ago, when he saw the crescent moon in Jingyanggang, they were still enemies of life and death. You now have an entity. If you want to avenge me killing you on Jingyanggang, you can do it now.

"Kill Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing, right?" Crescent didn't say anything else, but just confirmed with Wu Song.

"Yes." Wu Song doesn't know what to answer. In fact, he really wants to have such a good conversation with the crescent moon. Sometimes he feels that only the crescent moon is the one who will always accompany him.

But the crescent did not answer again, but gently rushed out of the tent, and his footsteps became farther and farther away.

"Assassins are usually silent. While gaining strength, they are also experiencing the mood of those people." Zhang Shu explained. All you have to do is wait."

Time does not exist in this world. Wu Song knows this. He never feels hungry and thirsty, and never goes to the toilet, but every moment after the crescent moon goes away, Wu Song's heart feels that all this is extremely long. Just as this endless length almost erased Wu Song's will, a tiger roar came.