Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

"Tiger Brother?"

"Run! Run! Don't look back!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Explosions rang out in the street as throwing knives whistled through the air, shattering the silence of the night.

In a flash, Zhong Hu grabbed Deng Shan by the collar and rolled him several times on the ground.

His breathing quickened, his blood began to boil, and in the instant he stood up, Zhong Hu had pushed his senses to their limits.

"Slap slap slap!!!"

The sound of applause grew louder as it approached, reaching Zhong Hu's ears as he stood up again.

He glanced subtly at the spot where he and Deng Shan had been standing, then turned his gaze toward the direction from which the applause was coming.

Where they had been standing, two throwing knives were embedded in the ground, three feet deep.

Standing upright, Zhong Hu clenched his fists together, his calf muscles tensed, ready to spring out at top speed at any moment.

After seeing the two throwing knives, Zhong Hu abandoned the idea of ​​letting Deng Shan continue to escape.

The throwing knife was too fast; it was designed to kill from the very beginning.

The newcomer had no intention of letting either of them leave; hiding behind him offered a sliver of hope.

Deng Shan, who was behind him, had not yet recovered from the tumbling, and Zhong Hu did not intend to explain to him. He just stood half a step in front of Deng Shan, and his loosened hand could take Deng Shan away to escape at any time.

As night deepened, a few scattered streetlights emitted a faint light, appearing fragile and insignificant in the vast darkness. The endless darkness surged from the horizon, making it impossible to see what lay hidden in the shadows.

The sound of applause grew closer, and under Zhong Hu's gaze, a figure dressed in black emerged from around the street corner.

The newcomer was dressed in black, and his face was covered with a black cloth, making it impossible to see his features.

The pitch-black night blurred the figure of the newcomer and also concealed the blood flowing from the knife in his hand.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."

Blood dripped down the swords, adding a dark hue to the bluestone slabs.

Seeing this, Zhong Hu's expression darkened even more.

Zhong Hu's nose has always been much more sensitive than others. When he stepped into this street, he could smell a faint smell of blood.

Now, as Feng Jian stood before him, the pungent smell of blood assaulted his nostrils, and Zhong Hu realized just how many people the man before him had killed.

Unlike anyone he had ever faced before, this time, he was undoubtedly encountering a real executioner.

"Who are you? We have no grudge against each other, so why would you want to kill me?"

Feng Jian didn't follow up on Zhong Hu's question. Instead, he gave Zhong Hu a look of appreciation and remarked.

"Impressive skills. Although it was just a casual strike, for an ordinary person like you without any cultivation, being able to dodge it is quite commendable."

Zhong Hu remained expressionless and continued to try to stall for time.

"Oh? I guess I'm just lucky. To be honest, I've always been pretty lucky since I was a child."

Even though he knew Zhong Hu was stalling for time, the arrogant Feng Jian still went along with him.

"Good luck? Looks like your good fortune is about to end today."

Zhong Hu did not refute, but said in a deep voice.

"Who exactly are you, and what grudge do you have against the people on this street? The stench of blood is so strong, you must have killed quite a few people."

A smile played on his lips beneath the black cloth, and his tone became more relaxed.

"What grudge do you hold? You've killed quite a few people?"

The sound gradually rose in pitch, becoming sharp and piercing.

"You people of southern Xinjiang all deserve to die!"

"Not just them, none of you beasts, worse than pigs and dogs, will live!"

Only at this moment did Deng Shan, standing behind Zhong Hu, recover from the shock of the turn of events, his blood-red eyes fixed on the wind ravine directly in front of him.

"Brother Tiger... he... he... what he just said... it's fake, it must be fake, it's all fake... impossible, absolutely impossible..."

Before Zhong Hu could speak, Feng Jian chuckled, "Oh? Some of those who died were your family members? Looks like I'm really lucky today. I just finished killing the big beast, and the little beast came knocking on my door."

His voice grew increasingly frenzied, filled with extreme self-satisfaction.

"Not bad, not bad. That annoying second senior sister once said, 'When you're cutting weeds, you have to pull them out by the roots. When you wipe out an entire family, you can't leave anyone out. You can't let the old or the young go...' Although she's stupid, I have to admit that what she said is very true. You've delivered yourself to my door, which saves me a lot of trouble."

As if struck on the head by a heavy object, Deng Shan's world spun around him, alternating between black and white.

"Which one is your house? Is it the one on the left or the one on the right? Or is it the one with the orange lamp hanging on it?"

Interestingly, the family with the orange lanterns hanging up also had some chicken soup on the table. When I went inside, the little girl was still muttering, asking why her brother hadn't come back yet...

Honestly, the chicken soup tasted pretty good, and the family seemed quite harmonious. It's just a pity that beneath that seemingly happy exterior lay a bunch of wicked people!

The voices from hell echoed in Deng Shan's ears, causing the already agitated man to completely lose his mind.

"You wicked devil! I'll fight you to the death!"

"Xiaoshan! No!"

……

The raised blade pierced Deng Shan's chest, and hot blood flowed down his chest, abdomen, and the corner of his mouth.

In the instant Zhong Hu tried to pull the man back, Feng Jian had already taken Deng Shan's life.

"You! You! You! You deserve to die!"

With a "sizzle," the blood-soaked blade was pulled back, twirling in the air to shake off the blood.

The blood that was spilled fell onto the bluestone slab, making the night even darker.

Under Zhong Hu's bloodshot gaze, Feng Jian raised the blade and examined it closely.

"Another evil spirit killed, that's great... Mr. Mu, Master Bai, Senior Brother... did you see that?"

One by one, names were memorized by Zhong Hu. His clenched fists bulged with veins, and his blood began to boil. His senses returned to clarity, and everything around him was reflected in the lake of his mind.

The long-awaited anger propelled Zhong Hu into a magical state, the second time in his life he had entered this state.

The last time was when he lost his parents and younger brother.

On that day, eleven-year-old Zhong Hu single-handedly killed an entire squad of deserters.

"what?"

Feng Jian noticed the subtle changes and, sensing something different, focused his gaze on Zhong Hu.

"You seem to have gotten a little stronger. Is it because of anger? Because I killed this kid? Who was he to you?"

As he said this, Feng Jian used the blade to lift Deng Shan's corpse and deliberately waved it in front of Zhong Hu.

The flames burning in his heart grew ever stronger. Looking at the nonchalant Feng Jian, Zhong Hu strode forward and threw a punch.

"Buzz!"