From Douluo to God

Half an hour later, he came to an ordinary-looking small restaurant and walked towards the waiter at the front desk.

"Hello, I'm from the world, and I want to go to hell." Matthew Nuo's voice was a little hoarse.

The waiter's complexion changed, and he walked out quickly, "This way please, distinguished guests."

Matthew Nuo nodded and followed the waiter into a box.

The waiter pressed a position on the wall, and suddenly a secret door appeared, and the two walked in.

"I want to see your chief helmsman." Matthew Nuo's voice sounded in the dark underground corridor, and he took out a token.

The waiter looked a little respectful, and took Matthew to a room, "You wait a moment, I will inform the helmsman."

Matthew Nuo sat down naturally, he has been to this place many times, he is no stranger to it, and he has no fear.

Half an hour later, Matthew Nuo walked out of the restaurant, and there was a tall middle-aged man in the underground room.

He sat there quietly, with a ferocious Asura mask on his face, a blood-red aura surrounded his body, and his aura was overwhelming.

There is a document on the table in front of him.

"To kill a six-year-old child? To cause an accidental death? Holy Soul Village...then arrange for a bronze envoy to go."

The Bronze Medal Envoy is more than enough to deal with a hundred ordinary adults, let alone a child?

"No life!" The middle-aged man's voice sounded.

A moment later, a young man with black hair and black eyes came in. He had an ordinary appearance, thin figure, indifferent complexion, thin and long fingers, prominent hand bones, and looked very powerful.

His eyes were unusually indifferent, with no emotion or life in them.

"Father." The boy's voice was cold, making the middle-aged man frown.

"How many times have I said this? When performing missions, you are an assassin. In normal times, you are an ordinary person. You must know how to disguise your emotions."

The boy didn't speak, but just nodded lightly, which made the middle-aged man a little helpless.

He directly threw the information in his hand, "This is your task this time, and it will be completed within three days."

The young man didn't even look at it, he reached out to catch the rapidly flying information, nodded slightly, turned and walked out.

The middle-aged man looked at the leaving figure with admiration, love, and guilt in his eyes...

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In Tang Hao's blacksmith's shop, there was a clanging sound, and two small figures were wielding hammers, while Tang Hao sat aside and pointed from time to time.

The black iron hammer in Tang San's hand was a small forging hammer that Tang Hao specially cast for him, and it weighed twenty catties.

And the forging hammer in Jiang Chen's hand is much bigger, this is one of the forging hammers used by Tang Hao, it weighs a hundred catties.

There are many forging hammers used by Tang Hao, this is the lightest one, but Tang Hao and his son couldn't help being shocked when they saw Jiang Chen swinging freely.

This is simply not human!

Jiang Chen seemed tireless, he kept raising the forging hammer in his hand high, and then smashed it down hard.

Tang San's unwillingness to admit defeat was also aroused, and he wanted to compare with Jiang Chen to see who would last longer.

However, 10 minutes later, Tang San was already sweating profusely, almost exhausted, while Jiang Chen was only slightly sweating.

Seeing Tang San stop, Jiang Chen also stopped forging, and wiped off his sweat.

Carrying out forging according to the method Tang Hao pointed out, really can exercise all parts of the body, and the effect is no worse than running with that stone roller.

Curiously, Tang San approached Jiang Chen, and opened Jiang Chen's hand, but found that Jiang Chen's palm was still so white and tender, without any wear and tear.

"What a pervert!" Tang San couldn't help muttering.

Chapter 15 The Drowned Boy

Time flies, two days have passed.

In the early morning, before the sun had risen, on the side of the road outside the holy soul village, under a big tree, stood a boy who looked to be eleven or twelve years old.

He looks ordinary, the only special thing is his cold eyes without any emotion, and his hands with slender and strong fingers.

At this time, he was holding a document in his hand with some information written on it.

Jiang Chen, six years old, has just awakened his martial soul, a martial soul zombie, born with full soul power, regarded by everyone in Saint Soul Village as the God of Plague, born with supernatural power, likes to fish in the water in the morning...

The information on the file is extremely detailed, and there is even a portrait of Jiang Chen, which is [-]-[-]% similar.

This information was summarized by their organization after a day of investigation and Matthew Nuo's information.

The Killer Organization has professionals who specialize in intelligence investigation, so it is not difficult to get Jiang Chen's information from the villagers of Holy Soul Village without anyone noticing.

Matthew Nuo gave them three days, and now one day has passed, and the boy is ready to take action.

"Zombie Martial Soul? What kind of Martial Soul is this?" The young man was a little puzzled. As killers, they often assassinate various targets. They also have their own research on Martial Soul, but they have never heard of it. Zombie spirit.

When he saw Jiang Chen's innate supernatural power, a trace of disdain appeared on his dull face, and he lamented in his heart that the investigators were too cautious, even writing such useless information.

Even if a six-year-old child is born with supernatural powers, how could he escape from a nineteenth-level soul master?

In his opinion, the so-called natural power is only a hundred catties, and it is very likely that the villagers of Holy Soul Village are exaggerating.

It's a pity that the investigator didn't see the scene of Jiang Chen running with the stone roller in his arms, otherwise he would have circled the word "natural power" with a red pen and explained it in detail.