Chapter 11 First Kill
The familiar mountain path, a little sunshine from the branches and leaves. The grass on the roadside hangs with crystal dewdrops. The haze in the mountains and forests in the distance is hazy. The scenery of Langshi Mountain is very beautiful.
"Hurry up! If you can't complete the logging task, there will be no food for lunch today!" Nie Qian's voice was recalled in the mountains and forests, accompanied by a loud whip explosion.
Hundreds of birds rushed forward silently without any expression, and others could not see what he was thinking.
"What a cold man. I heard that the violent death of Qimu was his childhood friend. When Qimu died, he was not sad at all." A prisoner whispered.
"Isn't it? They are all from the Sect. They should be regarded as brothers of the same clan. Now those people of the Sect are very sad, but this boy is still the cold and smelly face. I really doubt that his heart is a stone heart, and he has no feeling." Another prisoner also muttered in a low voice.
Their words faintly reached the ears of Bai Niao Chong. Such words were like a needle, piercing fiercely in his heart. It's not that he is not sad, but he has buried his sadness in his heart. He doesn't believe in tears, he only believes in fists!
"It's today, Rota, I'm going to make you pay for it!" In his heart, he said secretly.
Nie Qian suddenly twitched the whip in his hand into the sky. After a crack, he roared loudly, "Don't mumble and talk. Hurry up, or I won't recognize anyone!"
The prisoner's team slowly walked up a hillside and went up. Less than 500 steps away is the forest farm.
"Brother Nie, I'm in a hurry!" Bai Niao Chong, who was walking in front of the line, suddenly stopped and covered his stomach.
Nie Qian's eyebrows suddenly frowned, "What's wrong with you? Come on, let's slow down and follow up when we're done!" In such a situation, he will never allow it to be put on other prisoners, but Bai Niao Chong is different. Bai Niao Chong is his god of wealth. If you can't even meet this small requirement, how can you get benefits from others in the future?
The shackles on the feet were opened, and hundreds of birds covered their stomachs and ran to a bush on the roadside. As he was running, the corners of his eyes fell on Rota. Rota, who was at the end of the line, was also looking at him. At a glance, he had already caught the murderousness and disdain in Rota's eyes.
"What are you looking at! Let's go!" Nie Qian shook the whip and roared.
The team walked slowly again.
When he came to the woods, the birds took two deep breaths. The air with water mist is moist and fresh, which calms the nervousness of Bai Niao Chong a little.
"Ghost, I'm going to do it." When he recovered, the hundred birds said softly.
Yan Gui showed a virtual shadow from the wet air and said lightly, "I said that ghost refiners kill alone. This is an ancient rule. I won't give you any advice. If you think it's feasible, then follow your plan."
There was a wry smile on the corners of Bainiao's mouth, "I don't need your advice. I just want to tell you that I'm going to do it, so that you can have a psychological preparation. In case I miss it, you can plan as soon as possible."
A murderer is either killed or killed by someone.
At this time, I told the devil that Bainiao Chong already had the consciousness of the murderer.
Yan Gui smiled indifferently and had no words. He turned into a green smoke and disappeared into the void. He had no other choice. The reason why he was so calm was that he believed in Bainiao Chong!
silently calculating the time, and after a moment, hundreds of birds rushed out of the bush. By the time he returned to the path leading to the forest farm, Nie Qian had already taken the team of prisoners to a little farther away. The approximate distance is 200 steps. He accelerated his pace and caught up with him.
One hundred steps, fifty steps, thirty steps, just ten steps away from the team, a hundred birds slid under their feet and fell heavily on the ground. The dull sound came out, and several prisoners turned around with gloating expressions.
"Waste! Such a person is lucky to find valuable things in the forest farm. Humph... You can't escape today anyway!" Rota, who was walking at the end of the team, also turned his head and looked at the hundred birds lying on the ground. The corners of his mouth swelled and spit out a mouth. Then he disdained to look at the embarrassed appearance of the hundred birds and turned his head.
At the moment when Rota turned his head, hundreds of birds quickly got up from the ground, moved their right hands, and pinched out a flower mark in the blink of an eye. With the posture of running and chasing, the right hand to find Rota's back vest is a strong push. A flash of light that was invisible to the naked eye popped out of his planting, flashing and sank into Rota's back vest.
This series of sneak attack actions was only completed in two or three blinks, without dragging the mud and water at all.
The moment when the soul needle sank into the back vest, the tingling feeling came. Rota suddenly turned around and stared at the hundred birds fiercely. As a heavenly warrior, although the cultivation of innate power is only the lowest level of King Kong, Rota has a keen intuition far beyond ordinary people and the ability to sense danger. At the moment of the soul needle just now, he had sensed the breath of danger, and it had something to do with the Hundred Birds!
Hundred birds rushed to stop, without the shackles. He has many free choices, but Rota can't. Even if Rota is a King Kong-level warrior, it is impossible for him to drag a whole team of prisoners back to chase him. However, under Rota's fierce eyes, he skillfully showed a trace of fear and said in a trembling voice, "What do you want to do?"
"Kid, what the hell did you do just now?" Rota said coldly. The preciousness of ghost refiners lies in their rarity. Many people have never met a ghost refiner in their lives, let alone understand the means of a ghost refiner. Unfortunately, Rota is also one of this kind of people, the unfortunate one. He doesn't know what the soul needle is.
Hundreds of birds spread out their hands, "What are you talking about?" His hands were empty, only when he fell to his head just now, there were traces of rubbing by rocks and soil, and there was no hidden weapon or anything like that.
"Don't talk, hundreds of birds rush, return to the team! Let's go!" Nie Qian shouted angrily that he was delayed for a while and affected the number of logging. He was already in a bad mood.
The team accelerated again.
Without shackles, the hundred birds are still at the end of the line. He has always kept a certain distance from Rota. Rota wanted to ask something to scare Bai Niao Chong, but he had lost the opportunity. There are shackles on his body, and there is a rope between the prisoner and the prisoner. If he speeds up in front of him, he can only speed up.
It was not until this moment that the hanging heart of hundreds of birds finally came down.
Urgent, remove the shackles on your feet and the ropes tied to your waist in exchange for time and opportunity to act. He deliberately fell on that head, but he deliberately paralyzed Rota's vigilance. With Rota's strong and flexible skills, if he is found, he can easily avoid the soul needle. In that case, Bai Niao Chong will lose the only chance to assassinate him.
This is the killing plan of Bai Niao Chong.
In fact, just last night, when the practice of the soul needle was over and he lay down to rest, he had already previewed all the details in his mind over and over again. He has thought in detail about where to pretend to be in a hurry, where to take how much time, when to catch up with the team, at what distance to pretend to fall, and when to take action.
Killing people, Bainiao Chong didn't take it as a simple thing from the beginning.
Following Rota to the forest, Bai Niao Chong's sight did not leave Rota's strong back for a moment. Rota's gait was very steady, and there was no sign of unsuitableness. He thought to himself, "The soul needle has hit the key of Rota's heart. Why didn't he react at all? It seems that he doesn't even feel uncomfortable at all. Is it possible that my ghost refining power is too weak to cause substantial harm to him?
The first time he killed someone, he used a method that had never been used before. Bainiao Chong inevitably had such worries, but he was worried, and he did not try it again. If he take action again, Rota will react when he hit the soul needle for the first time, and he will definitely doubt his head. Let's not talk about whether the danger from Rota can be avoided. Once there is a conflict, if Rota dies afterwards, others will doubt him. For him who has no backer, it is a disaster of destruction. And once someone finds out that he is a ghost refiner, it is also a disaster.
"If my ghost refining power is strong enough, I will have enough confidence to kill Rota, and I don't have to worry about failure so much. It seems that I have to strengthen myself. I'm really too weak..." Bai Niaochong thought secretly in his heart.
The prisoner's team soon came to the forest farm. According to the usual practice, Nie Qian opened the fetters of the prisoners and distributed cutting tools.
"Bai Niao Chong, you have to cheer up today, at least find a fiery grass, damn..." When rushing the axe for Bainiao, Nie Qian leaned over, spat gently, and then said, "I lost all my money last night. If you don't give me the fiery grass, be careful, I'll be polite."
The corner of Bai Niao Chong's eyes moved to Rota. Rota, who had received the tool, did not immediately go into the forest farm to cut wood, but looked coldly at this side and paid attention to Nie Qian's conversation with him.
"Brother Nie, I really can't climb the mountain today. I don't know if I ate something bad or something last night. My feet are soft, and it's even difficult to walk..." Hundreds of birds showed a painful look.
"Damn, I usually give you a lot of benefits. You don't work hard at the critical moment. Do you want to die?" Seeing that Bai Niaochong said this, Nie Qian suddenly became angry and was about to beat people.