The Broken Knife Is Hopeless? Start With The Fusion Of The Demonic Knife Thousand Blades

"People's hearts are unpredictable. There are many reasons for being assassinated. Maybe one of your actions will make others hate you."

"But you don't have to spend tens of millions to kill me. I'm only in the third realm, sir."

"Haha, maybe I am stupid and have too much money."

The old man smiled and spoke in a very kind tone.

"Speaking of which, old man, you have been locked up in this dark prison for so long, haven't you ever thought about going out to see the outside world?"

"outside world?"

Lao Bi looked up at the cold ceiling and smiled.

"What's the use of going out? It's better to lie down here. Someone will bring you food. You can eat well and take care of yourself. You don't have to work all day long to make money. You can live as long as you want."

Hearing this, Yang Lin was speechless for a moment.

This old man really depends on this place.

Boom, boom, boom! Knocking on the iron door.

"It's dinner. Come to the door and get ready to receive your meal."

A jailer knocked on the iron door with a stick. Many people who heard the noise took out their bowls and squatted beside the door waiting for food.

“Today it’s cold pig ears, braised lamb’s trotters, broccoli, and egg and seaweed soup.

Yang Lin raised his eyebrows when he heard the name of the dish.

Good guy, two meat dishes, one vegetable dish and one soup, roasted lamb trotters, four vegetables and one soup. Are you sure this is a prison?

It was more sumptuous than the most luxurious set meal he had in the cafeteria in his previous life.

The old man next to him smacked his lips and complained in a low voice.

"Yesterday there were pig's trotters, but today they are just sheep's trotters. There are no delicious hot dishes at all. It's really the worst this week."

"Damn it, are you disgusted by this?"

Yang Lin opened his eyes slightly.

Is this really a prison?

I'm afraid he's in the wrong place.

"Newcomer, this is your bowl. Remember to clean it after eating, otherwise it will get stink and bugs."

The food delivery guard placed a porcelain bowl filled with food at Yang Lin's feet, and... a small bottle of wine? !

Yang Lin picked up the wine and shook it in front of his eyes.

"Isn't this thing a decapitation meal?"

"Hey, what are you thinking about? Everyone who comes here will be given a drink. The people who the Yama Palace usually wants to kill have already been killed when they first met."

The old man snatched the small wine from Yang Lin's hand, opened the lid and took a sip.

"Ha, I haven't drank alcohol in many years, tsk tsk, the aroma of the wine is pure, authentic Gujing Gong~"

"No, old man, I still want to drink something to relieve my fatigue. You..."

Yang Lin reached out and wanted to take it back.

"Oh, I understand, I understand, I'll just take a sip and taste it, and I'll give it back to you."

Facing the jug handed to him, Yang Lin smiled bitterly and waved his hand to refuse.

"Forget it, you can drink if you like. I don't drink much anyway."

"Haha, I'm not polite then. If you can't drink it later, don't blame me for not leaving it for you."

"I know, drink it yourself."

Yang Lin took off his sunglasses, picked up his rice bowl and entered the show-off mode.

I wasn’t full from the multigrain pancake before, and I was still a little hungry.

The old man who was drinking and chewing sheep's hooves accidentally saw Yang Lin's red right eye, thought for a while, took out a bottle of elixir and rolled it over.

"Your eyes were probably injured during the battle. I still have a few Golden Sore Pills here. You can take them and eat them."

Yang Lin: "..."

Why does everyone say that my eyes are bloodshot or pinkeye when they see them?

Damn it.

When I get a pair of these sunglasses, whoever wants to wear them will wear them.

"No, uncle, it's okay."

Putting away the Golden Sore Pill, Yang Lin turned back and continued eating.

However, the old man put down the wine bottle in his hand, walked under his Simmons straw mat and pulled out a few chapters of yellowed paper.

"If I'm not mistaken, this child's eyes are very special. Are they really blood pupils?"

He kept flipping through the paper in his hand, looking for every bit of information in it with an impatient expression.

[Blood pupils are divided into two types, the pupils of both eyes are blood red and the pupils of one eye are completely red. 】

[Those with blood pupils have the power to see into the truth. The night is like day, their movements are like ghosts, and their blood pupils are the only evildoers in the world. 】

A few short sentences are enough to prove the awesomeness of Xue Tong.

"Child, is that eye of yours a blood pupil?"

Yang Lin was stunned for a moment, with a stunned expression.

"What the hell?"

The old man threw out the papyrus in his hand and flew it in front of Yang Lin.

Yang Lin took it and read it roughly.

It turns out that this is the blood pupil mentioned in Korean before.

But it's not the eyes of the devil that are working for you. What are you trying to do with your bloody pupils?

"It's just the effect."

Surprisingly, it has the same effect as the one-eyed devil's eye.

The night was indeed like day to him. If he didn't close his right eye, he would think it was day when the moon was rising.

"Old man, put this blood pupil aside for now, you frizzy guy, wait until you finish eating."

Hearing this, the old man said hurriedly:

"Don't eat it yet, I have something more important for you now."

The old man walked to Yang Lin, looked around to make sure that the jailer would not come over in a short time, and then secretly took out a token from his arms and stuffed it into Yang Lin's collar.

"What did you give me?"

"Something to keep you alive."

"Save your life?"

Yang Lin took out the token and took a look.

"Seven Color Door"

"Frenzy"

"Isn't this the token of the Qisemen? Uncle, you are keeping it secret."

"Shh, don't let others know. When the jailer comes, show your token. He will definitely take you out, and you must get out of here alive."

The old man ran under Simmons' straw mat and took out a yellowed ancient book.

"This is a technique that I have been practicing hard before I was imprisoned. Now I no longer need it. Just take it and treat it as a reward for giving me a drink."

Yang Lin didn't cheat, he took it off and put it into the space ring.

"Thank you. You should keep this token for yourself."

Yang Lin put the token on the ground. He had just one of them, but if there was an extra head, it would be easy to lose.

"What's wrong with this? Quick, quick, quick, put it away before anyone else sees it."

Yang Lin stretched out his hand to stop him. Seeing that the other party was too enthusiastic, he had no choice but to take out his token and shine it in front of his eyes.

"I have it, so you don't have to give it to me."

The old man looked at the token and was obviously stunned for a moment, a little unbelievable.

But when he felt the aura of the assassination sect belonging to the Qisemen inside, he had to admit that this was a real guy.

The old man touched his chin and squinted at the token in Yang Lin's hand.

"Damn it, who is such an idiot for giving birth to a child without an asshole? He asked someone from the Yama Palace to assassinate a disciple of the Seven Killing Sect. Isn't he just lighting up the toilet and seeking death?"

Everyone knows that the two sects of Yama and the Seven Killers have a close relationship.

He was curious who had the guts to do this.

It was said that Cao Cao had arrived. At the same time, in the waiting room of Yama Palace, Sixtieth Century and six handsome men in black suits sat around a large round table.

"The target person has been brought. You are waiting here. We will send people to take the person you want to the execution chamber. Whether it is life or death, it is up to you to decide how to die."

"Haha, the people from Yama Palace are very attentive and fast. I am very happy that this task was completed."

The alien boss smiled heartily.

The five surrounding aliens who used the art of disguise to become humans began to laugh.