The Road to Slaying God

"No, no, no..."

Zhang Yang shook his head again and again. He is just a student, and the conflict between students is not enough to shoot. In fact, Zhang Yang is not yet mentally prepared to kill Lu Fei. Some uncontrollable killing intent, but there is still a subconscious repulsion in my heart about killing.

"Then I can't help it..."

The old man lay down on the couch slowly, a glint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, he casually took a small shiny black spring on the table in his hand, and stroked it in his callused hand, sending out a slight moan. sound.

...

Soon, Zhang Yang was once again immersed in the vast world of words, almost by instinct. The first book he read was "The Art of War by Sun Tzu". To his surprise, this pirated book also gave him a very strange feeling Feeling, that kind of indescribable, unexplainable feeling has always entangled his thoughts and soul.

Obviously, it is not the books in the library that make him feel, but the content of the books that make him feel.

After confirming this feeling, Zhang Yang crazily switched books and read like a lunatic, reading and changing books. The things shocked him more and more. Many ancient written works could resonate with his body.

What makes Zhang Yang weird is that the resonance they arouse is different. Some books can produce a feeling of being ready to move, while some books just make his body feel a little bit.

Why?

Things seem to be getting more and more complicated, which is beyond the scope of Zhang Yang's thinking. In fact, most of the books have nothing to do with martial arts, and are completely written works of thought or simply stories.

Soon, Zhang Yang sorted out a few books that aroused strong desires when reading, and put those books that did not respond to reading on the bookshelf.

For a whole morning, Zhang Yang searched for the secret to make him strong in the vast text. To his disappointment, he still couldn't control the fighting thinking in his body, and even later, the resonance generated by those books became ethereal. Get up, slowly, the desire to move around is getting smaller and smaller...

“Is it really necessary to learn from scratch?”

Zhang Yang's thinking was pulled out from the sea of ​​books, and he stared blankly at a pile of knowledge about martial arts that he hadn't read yet.

suddenly!

Zhang Yang felt a murderous intent in the air, Zhang Yang couldn't help shivering, looked up, and saw Lao Li's cloudy eyes became sharper, staring closely at the door. The whole person is like a sculpture...

Following Lao Li's gaze, Zhang Yang saw the three people he saw a few days ago. The sturdy young man with mixed-race features was wearing a pair of jeans, a pair of white sneakers, and a casual-looking outfit. Silky white shirts, the two bodyguards were still in suits and leather shoes, followed behind the young man with a serious face, and the three walked into the alley.

"Who are they?" Zhang Yang couldn't help asking, remembering that the last time the old man saw these three people, he didn't have the murderous awe-inspiring feeling now, but at this time, Zhang Yang began to suspect that the old man knew martial arts again, he really couldn't figure out a Why do people who don't know martial arts exude that kind of pressure and murderous aura that makes people palpitate? At the same time, Lao Li's murderous aura reminds Zhang Yang of the old maid in the library. The pressure they generate makes Zhang Yang feel very similar.

"It's okay..." The old man watched the three of them disappear into the alley, and the palpitations in his eyes disappeared, replaced by incomparable laziness.

"Old Li, you really don't know martial arts?" Zhang Yang asked unwillingly.

"No, why do you ask that?"

"I think you can sometimes have a scary feeling. Isn't this the characteristic of a martial arts master mentioned in the book?"

"Damn, you read too many online novels, is it true that everyone is a master, do I look like a master?" The old man sat up fiercely, knocked Zhang Yang on the head with one hand and cursed.

"Hey..." Zhang Yang rubbed his head and laughed dryly.

"Hehe, but your observation skills are still very good, but I really don't know martial arts, I never kill with a knife..."

"Kill..." Zhang Yang's back suddenly felt chills. When the old man said the murder, his eyes were very flat, but it made Zhang Yang feel a deep sense of fear.

"I kill people with guns!"

The old man smiled lightly. Not many people in the whole city of C know this secret. Today, when I tell this child who I just met, I suddenly feel a kind of relief, a kind of ease of venting the secret. The old man himself does not understand why he wants to tell this child. However, his answer was almost subconscious.

"Are you a killer?" Zhang Yang opened his eyes wide, he never thought that the old man he saw every day was actually a legendary killer.

"Probably." The old man touched the spring in his hand, his eyes were misty, as if he was reminiscing about the lost years.

"Where do you rank in the killer world?"

"Ahem...what's the number? You think highly of me too..." The old man coughed and his face turned red.

"Didn't the book say that people like you who live in seclusion in the city are all masters?" Zhang Yang muttered.

"..." The old man was speechless.

"Then why do you look so good?"

"Hehe, since you asked, I'll tell you. If it's really ranked, I guess I'll be ranked after one thousand in the killer world..."

"After one thousand..." Zhang Yang curled his lips. This statistic didn't interest him at all. If a person ranks behind one thousand on a ranking list, no matter how good he is, he won't be there.

"Why!? Are you looking down on Uncle Li?" The old man smiled indifferently.

"No..." Zhang Yang waved his hands quickly.

"Hehe, let me ask you, how many countries are there on Earth?"

"That... I haven't calculated it specifically. Today's reading ability and tomorrow's reading ability are estimated to be more than 200..."

"Well, even if there are two hundred, if the total number of killers is one thousand, how many killers are there on average in each country?"

"Five." Zhang Yang was a little puzzled, but he answered honestly.

"Well, there are five killers, how many cities in the world are bigger than city C?"

"this……"

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment. This is an unanswerable question. There are countless cities in the world that are larger than City C. There is no exact data at all. Just in China, there are more than 300 cities that are larger than City C. It is simply impossible to calculate.

"Do you still look down on me?!" The old man laughed loudly.

Immediately, Zhang Yang understood what the old man meant. Although the old man was just a killer who was not ranked after one thousand, he was quite powerful in the world. At least, the old man might be the most powerful in City C.

"Do you have a gun?" Zhang Yang's eyes glowed. As a good student, Zhang Yang has never seen a real gun in his life. For a normal man, there is almost no one who is not interested in guns.

"Hehe, if a killer doesn't have a gun, he can't be called a killer." The old man laughed. ;