Journey to the Mysterious Sea

In the mercenary market, under the clear sky, a layer of dazzling light curtain was like a net that completely covered the entire market without any omissions. This light curtain emitted a dazzling light, illuminating every corner of the market as bright as day, but it also gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Jin Xiaofeng stood there quietly, her face seemed frozen by ice that had not melted for thousands of years, so cold that people dared not look at her easily. Her eyes revealed a fierce look that made people's backs chill. The chill seemed to have a real power, as if it could freeze the air around her into ice in an instant. She clenched her teeth and squeezed out these words word by word with difficulty. Each word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force: "I have already noticed your existence, don't think about getting it easily!" Her voice was cold and firm, like the cold wind in winter, blowing through the hearts of everyone present.

The killer who heard Jin Xiaofeng's words, his every move seemed slow and steady, as if every subtle movement had been repeatedly considered and carefully planned. He slowly raised his hand without panic, his movements were as elegant as a top dancer performing on the stage, but with an irresistible sense of oppression. His fingers were slender and powerful, and every movement was accompanied by a unique sense of rhythm. He slowly took off the mask on his face, and at that moment, a face that could be described as absolutely beautiful was revealed to everyone without reservation.

This person is none other than the top killer who is famous in the Red Dragon Empire and terrified by countless people - Purple Vermilion Bird. His face is as delicate as a sculpture, with distinct features and deep eyes that can easily make you fall into it. His skin is as white as snow, yet it reveals a healthy luster, as if it contains endless power.

The corners of Zi Zhuque's mouth slightly raised, and that charming smile seemed to contain endless profound meaning, like a deep and mysterious mystery that made people want to explore it. He whispered: "You are indeed very perceptive. I have been so careful, but I still failed to assassinate you as I wished. However, this game has just begun, hasn't it?" His voice was as soft as falling feathers, but it was clearly heard by everyone present, just like throwing a stone on a calm lake, causing ripples and making people uneasy. There was a unique charm in that voice that made people want to listen to his next words involuntarily.

Jin Xiaofeng's eyes were as cold as ice, without a trace of warmth. That cold gaze seemed to be able to freeze a person into an ice sculpture in an instant. She responded coldly: "Don't play tricks on me here. I will never slack off. Do you think that a few sweet words can make me relax my vigilance? Do you think that I can escape unscathed from the assassination of a top killer? It's ridiculous! You don't really want to take my life, but you want to capture me alive. What is your purpose in capturing me? Are you going to use this to threaten my father and achieve your ulterior motives?" Her words were full of vigilance and questioning. Every word pierced people's hearts like a sharp arrow, making it impossible to avoid it. There was a firm belief in her voice, which made people feel her determination and courage.

Zi Zhuque smiled again, and this smile seemed to carry an indescribable mystery that made it hard to understand. Then, he slowly reached out and slowly pulled out the knife from his waist. His movements were slow and steady, as if he was performing a solemn ceremony. His other hand was firmly placed on the handle of the knife, and his movements were steady and powerful, pulling the knife out of the scabbard bit by bit. The scabbard was inlaid with precious gems, which sparkled with colorful light under the sunlight.

Under the bright sunshine, the scabbard shone with dazzling golden light, which was chilling and seemed to freeze a person's soul instantly. The light was like the afterglow of the sun, sprinkling on the purple Suzaku, adding a mysterious and majestic aura to him.

This light not only illuminated the face of Zi Zhuque, making his face appear more angular under the light, but also made him look more mysterious and dangerous, as if he was a demon walking out of the dark abyss, making people shudder. His eyes revealed a cold murderous intent that made people dare not look directly at him.

The mercenaries coming and going in the mercenary market were all busy with their own affairs. Some were discussing the details of the mission enthusiastically, their expressions were serious and earnest, and they were checking the documents in their hands over and over again, as if they were looking for some important information. Some were carefully sorting out their equipment, their movements were skillful and quick, and they wiped their weapons to a shine, ready to meet the upcoming challenges. Others were looking for suitable partners everywhere, their eyes were full of expectations, hoping to find someone who could fight side by side with them.

However, when they noticed something strange here, they all stopped what they were doing involuntarily. Their eyes were attracted to this side uncontrollably as if they were attracted by a magnet. When they saw the Purple Vermilion Bird standing on the house, their faces were suddenly filled with fear, and that fear spread quickly like a tide.

This person exuded a suffocating aura of a master. The pressure was like a surging tide that swept over them, making it difficult for them to breathe, as if an extremely heavy mountain was pressing on their chests, making it almost impossible for them to breathe. Their heartbeats began to speed up, sweat dripped from their foreheads, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

They panicked and subconsciously took a few steps back, their eyes filled with fear and anxiety. The fear spread quickly among them like a plague, filling their hearts with endless fear. They began to push each other, trying to escape from this terrible place.

Then, they ran away desperately, as if countless evil spirits were chasing them. Their footsteps echoed in the empty streets, like the death knell of the end of the world. Their breathing became rapid, and they kept shouting, their voices full of despair and fear. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace, leaving only a mess of footprints, as if telling of their inner fear and panic.

The streets that were once bustling with people were now empty and quiet, making people feel inexplicably depressed. The silence seemed like a silent accusation, which made people feel sad. The wind blew quietly, raising a cloud of dust, which danced in the sunlight, as if sighing for the sudden change. The doors and windows of the shops on both sides of the street were closed, as if they were avoiding something terrible. Occasionally, a bird flew by and made a shrill cry, breaking the deathly silence.