Chapter 372: The Immediate Death Ability of Lingling Monk

Speaking of which, this kind of work seems to be able to take on more...

Thinking of this, Jiu'er's mind suddenly became alive.

She turned around and told her two younger brothers: "If there is such a task in the future, it can be assigned to me first. I am still relatively free in most cases."

"... Such a mission?"

The man asked cautiously.

"Anyone who can kill will do. Even a superhuman is fine."

Jiu'er replied casually.

Anyway, her companions are coming soon, and if you encounter someone who can't beat them, just open a recruitment...

Thinking of this, she laughed softly.

Like a little girl waving a branch she picked up, she waved the battle axe in her hand lightly. The heavy steel battle axe whistled in the air, making a sharp whistle.

The two were so frightened that they subconsciously took two steps back.

Seeing them like this, Jiu'er couldn't help laughing and said, "Don't do this, I can't hurt you guys... I have a lot in my hands."

"...You mean, Miss."

The two of them suddenly looked bitter and replied in a row.

The two "little brothers" assigned to Jiu'er are both elite employees of Grey Swan. They are physically strong, good at using rifles and hand-to-hand combat, and know the common sense of stalking and anti-stalking, but they have no professional heritage.

But from Jiu'er's point of view, their combat power is about level 7 to level 8. With a firearm, he could even defeat a tenth-level swordsman.

As far as street fighting is concerned, even the regular army might not be able to beat them.

The tasks they are really responsible for are actually monitoring Jiu'er's behavior at all times, ensuring that she does not have contact with other underground gang forces, and preventing her from doing things that are mindless or that may damage the interests of the company... These are normal duties.

And because of Jiu'er's size and age, they have additional responsibilities - responsible for scaring off, or forcibly driving away those who don't have eyes, so that Jiu'er has an excuse to go crazy and kill.

They can see clearly.

When Jiu'er murdered, not only did he have no psychological pressure, he even had a happy expression on his face.

That's not the crazy smile of a bloodthirsty man who enjoys the process of killing, nor the joy of getting money after killing. It's more like the pure joy of having accomplished some important mission or winning in the game.

Pure joy for the killing itself.

...that's really scary.

Not even if they were gangsters.

This is simply a monster!

And when they found out that there was no bounty or wanted on this eldest lady, they were even more afraid of her.

This shows what?

It shows that she has been hiding her madness and crimes very well!

So the two were even more trembling.

They were taken to the bar by Jiuer the day before yesterday, and they ordered her a drink - because Jiuer looked too young, the bar owner wouldn't give her a drink - and after drinking too much, they became more irritable and complained that they couldn't hear anything. If you understand... what is the exam, and what is Annan's, they once planned to run out and hide after paying the money.

But I don't know if Jiu'er saw what they were thinking - she directly stopped their movements and let the two try to hold their weapons.

After they tried to pick up Jiu'er's weapon... the battle axe that she was holding beside the table fell down, almost splitting one of them in half.

The battle axe was more than a head taller than the wine, and a long hardwood handle for shock absorption was wrapped on the outside of the steel shaft. The face of the battle axe was bigger than the head of a wine.

And such a big thing is solid.

It was even dealt with by Annan, with extra weights and hardened blades in rituals.

In the army, this is at least a weapon that can be mastered by a strong man who is over 1.9 meters tall and weighs 200 pounds. It can cut a person in half just by swinging it down.

And the macho man has to use his hands for this.

But Jiu'er only needs one hand to lift this battle axe and wield it like a pointer at will - even she has no psychological shadow about smashing other people's heads with her fists, or skillfully cutting people in half with an axe.

This made the company's executives not quite sure, what exactly is Jiu'er's occupation... Why does it have such great power? Why is killing so accustomed and joyful?

A fallen executioner? Or the executioner?

Or the Scarlet Warrior of the Red Knight?

It's all possible.

They weren't even sure how old Jiu'er really was.

Some people in the company even speculated secretly that Jiu'er may be an extraordinary person who can transfer his soul after killing people. Because there are indeed extraordinary people who have this type of ability...

This also makes them more afraid of alcohol.

But in fact, the profession of berserker is not rare.

It can even be said that it is quite common-

In the duel arena, there are some berserkers; on the battlefield there are many more. The Principality of Winter also produced a large number of Berserkers.

The characteristics of a berserker are generally a bronze belt, a scarred upper body, and a lean body with knotted muscles. And those curses that are like dried blood will be branded on their own torso - when they are in battle, they will skillfully tear off the curses on their bodies with one hand and go crazy in an instant.

And it's the level of directly tearing the flesh and revealing the internal organs or bones.

They never imagined that the wine with clean and delicate skin, delicate face, and no muscles in the whole body would be a berserker...

Rather, a Berserker whose appearance is no different from an ordinary young girl, but has more than three times the strength of an ordinary person, can be said to be a special profession in itself...

But at this moment, an old voice sounded:

"Oh, this lady...is it convenient to talk now?"

"Hey! Old man, you—no..."

The two of them suddenly became nervous, and turned around and scolded.

——This is the eldest lady they dare not provoke.

But when they saw the person behind them clearly, their voices dropped suddenly.

It was an old man curled up in a pure black wheelchair like a shrimp.

He lowered his head and wore a white hood slightly yellowed from use. The bare hands were covered with dark yellow, dry and inflexible bandages, and the bandages were also covered with dense black runes that seemed to be swimming.

Like a mummy, it is full of dark deadness.

Under the old man's hood, he laughed lowly, showing his corpse-like yellow teeth, trying his best to make a kind smile.

He repeated again: "Is it convenient to talk here, Miss?"

"...Sorry, Your Excellency!"

The two responded quickly, and immediately bowed their heads to apologize to the old man.

They are very clear.

In the capital, the most not to offend is the "weird person".

And the old man did not blame them.

In other words, the old man didn't look at them from beginning to end.

While being watched by the old man, Jiu'er gradually became serious.

She cautiously clenched the battle axe in her hand, loosened her coat a little, and unbuttoned a few buttons on her long trench coat.

This pressure...

Those two mortals may not feel it.

But Jiu'er, who was already close to the silver rank, could clearly feel his body trembling.

Just hearing the sound, the body is afraid.

The souls are in constant pursuit... Countless yin winds seem to travel through their own body.

- Jiu'er knows this person.

Seen from the perspective of Longjing Tea... The Pope named "Bernardino Treshaw", the false god "The Bell Ringer".

A true gold rank powerhouse.

The only Servant of the profession of "Chering Spirit Monk".

"Is there a problem."

Jiu'er asked cautiously.

The old man laughed and asked in a low voice, "Are you interested in... living in another place?"

"...I live very well now, and I don't need it for the time being."

You fucking sexual harassment.

Jiu'er was silent for a while, then answered politely.

The old man shook his head slightly: "I didn't ask you."

"what?"

The wine was stunned.

The next moment, she suddenly felt an extremely strong and invisible cold wind penetrate her body. Then she suddenly lost touch with her whole body.

She suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground - Jiu'er looked down, only to realize that she was holding the tomahawk, and suddenly fell to the ground weakly, and then turned into black and gray in the blink of an eye.

And she turned into a translucent posture, standing in a daze.

Around her, dozens—even hundreds of souls.

human soul.

The soul of the horse.

Spirit of the spirit.

And - the devil's soul.

In Jiu'er's current vision, he saw another gesture of the old man.

It was a kind old man with no hair who was only above the waist and lost his hands.

It looks like Professor X who suffered a car accident...

This thought popped into Jiu'er's mind.

"—I'm asking about your soul, Miss."

From the perspective of the soul, the old man's voice is no longer so hoarse and ugly, but warm and kind: "You are from another world, right? I don't see your remaining lifespan... You are still undead.

"Have you ever heard of... the term 'Book of the Sky Train'?"

In the empty eyes of the old man, pure white flames flickered.