The whole world wants to kill me

I swear here, that I am the eternal doer of good, and the eternal punisher of evil.

I entrust my destiny to you.

Respond to the wheel of fate, obey my will, and summon the eternal heroic spirit.

Dazzling light rushed to the sky, the intense light made the summoner unable to open his eyes with stinging pain, and subconsciously covered it with the back of his hand.

The lines on the ground slowly converged and flowed, converging into a shape of a wheel of fortune and turning rapidly.

Out of the strong light came a young man wearing silver soft armor, with a streak of silver on both sides of his jet-black temples, his handsome facial features exuded the brilliance of the sun, his body was vigorous and slender like a cheetah that would eat someone.

The young man knelt down on one knee, performed the salute of master and servant, and asked with his face up, "May I ask if you are my master?"

The caller replied: "Yes."

There was a scorching pain on the back of the hand, and the golden lines of the spell imprint appeared.

The command spell is engraved, and the summoner and the follower establish a connection.

"A Servant Lancer obeys any order from his master."

The summoner frowned, dissatisfied with the result of summoning the spearmen.

Spearmen are among the three major servants. Although their abilities are good, they are still not as capable as swordsmen and archers.

He deserves more powerful servants to help him win this war of destiny.

The summoner made a request: "Say your real name."

"My name is Zhao Yun, and my name is Zilong." The gunman told the summoner his real name.

A look of surprise flashed in the summoner's eyes. Zhao Zilong was revered as a martial god by later generations, and his loyalty and courage were respected.

After a long silence, the summoner looked at Zhao Yun who was kneeling on one knee: "Just remember that I am your master."

Zhao Yun responded with a smile and nodded towards the summoner, staring at the young face of the summoner: "Yes, master."

The summoner did not exchange names with Zhao Yun.

The summoner, with the dazzling spearmen behind him, disappeared in the dark night.

When the two left, the figure hidden in the darkness disappeared instantly.

***

The girl wearing a mask knelt down in front of an old man with a somewhat hunched body. He covered his mouth and coughed several times, coughing up bright blood, and wiped it carefully with a handkerchief.

The old man's cloudy eyes slowly condensed into clear eyes, and fell on the young girl.

The old man asked the girl: "Assassin, what news did you spy on?"

Assassins are the best assassins, hiding shadows in the dark, but they cannot face any other servant of the enemy.

The girl's voice was hollow and cold, with a mechanized tone, and she replied, "A new summoner has appeared, and the servant is the gunner."

The old man continued to ask: "Do you know his real name?"

Participants know the servant's real name, and can deduce his approximate strength from his deeds during his lifetime.

The girl replied: "He informed the summoner through the connection of the Command Seal, but I didn't hear it."

The old man looked a little disappointed.

The old man waved the girl away and told her to continue to monitor the movement of the entire Jinghua City.

Suddenly, the old man called out the girl's disappearing figure: "Use a shadow to find my useless grandson and bring him back."

Jinghua City, in the noisy night market in the East District.

A tired-looking man walked out of Longteng Internet Cafe. He is the network administrator on duty. He has been working in Longteng Internet Cafe for a whole month. Today, he received his salary and is going to eat some supper at a roadside stall.

He left the door of the Internet cafe with his front foot, and someone followed behind him.

"Boy, hand over the money." Hearing the gangster's undisguised immature voice, the man could tell that the gangster who threatened him with a knife was a stranger he didn't know at all.

He was dragged into an alley by gangsters.

"If you want money, everyone can discuss it. Put down the knife in your hand first, okay?" The man cowardly begged, showing weakness to the gangster who threatened him: "I am an honest person, and I feel dizzy when I see a knife."

The gangster didn't believe the man's words, and continued to threaten him: "I know you have money on you, so give it to me."

The man took out dozens of renminbi from his pocket, and cautiously asked the gangster, "Take it, let me go now!"

The gangster took the money and put down the murder weapon in his hand. The man who had been showing weakness slammed onto the gangster's heels. The gangster who was unstable was pinned down by the man's backhand, and the loose knife in his hand was snatched away by the man.

The man changed his cowardly tone, and stared fiercely at the gangster: "If you dare to play tricks with me, you don't want to live anymore."

The man was holding a knife and was about to strike. He taught the gangster a little lesson and stabbed him.

There was no panic in the gangster's eyes. He had suffered a bit by relaxing his vigilance. Now that he was under the control of the man, it did not mean that he was incapable of fighting back.

Suddenly, the man felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a black shadow that could not be discerned by human eyes appeared. His wrist was forcibly twisted, showing a strange curved arc. On the wall, the painful viscera shifted, his eyes suddenly became blurred, and he lost consciousness in a drowsy state.

The gangster took off the mask that covered his face, revealing a delicate and immature baby face. With such a pure appearance, it is really impossible to tell that he is a gangster.

"You are Grandpa's assassin." The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy glanced at the assassin's exquisite figure frivolously, and the sexy lips under the mask were very charming.

"Master asked me to bring you to see him." The assassin's voice was lifeless, old-fashioned and dull like a machine, and he said every word.

The young man frowned unhappily, thought for a moment, and followed the assassin to see his grandfather.

The old man's face was covered with traces of time, and that serious face was moved for a moment when he saw the young man enter the room.

When the boy entered the room, what he saw was the unsurprisingly serious and dead face, and he spoke expressionlessly.

"Lu Ting, there is one last participant in this destiny war." The old man asked sharply, "Do you have the awareness to participate?"

Lu Ting glared at each other angrily: "Old Immortal, you plan to make me the last participant and send me to die."

The old man sneered: "Your parents died in the last Destiny War, and you were too timid to go."

Lu Ting was told the secret in his heart, and stared at the old man fiercely: "I will fulfill my parents' unfulfilled wish. I have never been afraid of death."

The old man calmly looked at the irritated Lu Ting: "Very good, with such determination, I will take a huge risk to snatch the sacred objects belonging to the Feng family."

Under the guidance of the old man, Lu Ting drew a summoning formation, placed the holy object in the center, and began the ceremony of summoning the heroic spirit.

A figure stepped out of the light, and Lu Ting and the old man held their breaths waiting for the result.

When they saw the weapon on the man's body, their eyes met, and they saw ecstasy in each other's eyes.

***

In the Feng family's villa, the handsome young man in military uniform put down the suitcase in his hand, and a corner of the inside was exposed through the gap in the door.

Feng Yi, who flew back from abroad, stood silently at the door.

In the past, when the servant saw him at this time, he would open the door and invite him in. The child sitting on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor would definitely turn around excitedly and call out for brother.

He almost lost all breath, the air in his lungs was squeezed out, making him suffocate.

Pushing open the half-hidden door and stepping into the familiar house, every step he took felt like a knife was piercing his heart, tearing the flesh from his heart piece by piece.

The mother was lying on the sofa, as if she was asleep, with a fairy tale in hand.

The angel-like toddler lying on her lap and listening to the story closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep with her mother.

He walked upstairs with difficulty, even in the army, he did not have such difficulty when he was carrying a hundred catties.

Feng Yi knocked lightly on the door of his father's study room, but no one answered.

He opened the door silently and walked in, seeing his father resting on the recliner.

Father's sleeping face is still elegant and gentle, with a faint smile.He walked up to his father, put his trembling fingertips close to his father's nose, and got a cruel result.

Feng Yi was the only one left alive in the whole family. The murderer killed his family members so quickly that no one even had time to react.

Feng Yi never knew that one day he would be so fragile and lose all courage and will, and now even in the face of the weakest enemy, he could easily get rid of himself.

He was so dazed that he didn't know how this day passed. He only saw five fingers so deeply injured that he could see bones. His family was buried in the tomb he dug with his own hands, and he buried the familiar face with dust with handfuls of dust.

After doing all this, it was already night, he was lying on the ground panting, desperately roaring towards the sky.

In the dark, there are certain numbers.

With Feng Yi at the center, the lines on the ground slowly converged and circulated, converging into a shape of a wheel of fortune and turning rapidly.

"May I ask if you are my master?"