I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe closed his eyes, sinking into the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the quiet darkness, the body of No. 67 was floating in the air without making a sound.

Ning Zhe could clearly see wisps of faint blue light lingering around his body.

Every ray of light contains an endless and terrifying atmosphere, reflecting No. 67 in an extremely mysterious way.

Ning Zhe looked around, there was only boundless darkness, and he couldn't see anything except the light of No. 67.

This ability to see the sea inside was taught to him by No. 67.

But Ning Zhe was rarely able to come here before. When No. 67 was still there, he always lived here.

He imprisoned Ning Zhe's sea of ​​consciousness and never allowed Ning Zhe to enter.

Anyone who cultivates divine power has a sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​consciousness is the most vulnerable place of a person, it stores all the memories of a person's life, and it is also where the consciousness resides.

Ning Zhe didn't know what other people's sea of ​​consciousness was like.

But in his sea of ​​consciousness, there was nothing but a void of darkness.

When he was still in Dayue, Qingluan tried to enter his sea of ​​consciousness, but in the end he found nothing, and instead, he intercepted his memory.

General Huo said that he was a monster, perhaps it was because of this that there was only suffocating darkness in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Ning Zhe controlled his consciousness and slowly approached No. 67.

No. 67 was floating in the air, with two slender legs hanging down naturally, his condensed human form could be vaguely seen.

A twilight mixed with light smoke swirled around him, hiding his face behind the thick fog.

Ning Zhe tentatively reached out and touched the blue mist around No. 67.

Number 67 did not respond.

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered.

He knew that No. 67 was very powerful, so powerful that he could be crushed with one hand.

Only now, No. 67 poses no threat to him.

Ning Zhe boldly approached No. 67's face, used his hands to blow away the smoke in front of him, and stared at him with burning eyes.

However, the permeating smoke seemed endless, and Ning Zhe couldn't see the end no matter what.

Even at this time, he still doesn't know what number 67 looks like.

This person is like the person Ning Zhe imagined to accompany him through loneliness, it seems that he never existed.

Ning Zhe stared at No. 67 for a long time, finally closed his eyes, and wanted to kill.

With the movement of his consciousness, the boundless darkness in the sea of ​​consciousness rushed towards him like a tidal wave, trying to swallow up the faint light on No. 67's body.

Ning Zhe immediately distanced himself from No. 67 and floated high in the air.

The dark behemoth opened its mouth wide and approached. The light on No. 67's body became increasingly dimmer, and it was almost powerless to resist.

Ning Zhe didn't move his eyes, and looked down at him indifferently as he was swallowed mouthful.

He didn't make a sound until the last ray of light dissipated.

This time, No. 67 probably really had no energy, so that he was easily killed by this humiliated wimp.

The mistake of No. 67 is that he shouldn't trust him, let alone expose his weakness carelessly.

He died of his own softness.

From now on, there will be no such person as No. 67 in the world, and no one can restrain him anymore.

Ning Zhe slowly opened his eyes, looked up at the bright moon that was about to rise outside the window.

Lin Feishuang said that Qingluan will come here tonight, and he will perform spells on the altar to find the whereabouts of Qin Nu.

When Lin Feishuang casts spells, it should be when the restriction of the temple is the weakest.

He wanted to get the remains of the witch master and the Shinto lotus, and the chance was tonight.

There were several knocks on the door outside the room.

Before Ning Zhe could speak, someone opened the door and came in.

Ning Zhe's eyes fell on the visitor.

Since No. 67 healed his injuries, his state of mind and soul has been unprecedentedly good, even stronger than when he was emperor in Dai Viet.

Ning Zhe could even see the faint aura of witchcraft in the person in front of him.

If it was said that he couldn't do it because of his scruples before, but now, he can easily kill the person in front of him with just a single blow.

Lin Feishuang frowned, "Why don't you light the lamp?"

He walked to the candlestick, lit the candle with the light of his fingertips.

The flickering candlelight instantly illuminated the dark room.

"His Royal Highness is coming soon. I will be temporarily weak for a while after the operation. I don't worry about others. You can go with me."

Lin Feishuang walked up to Ning Zhe and looked down at him.

With this look, he looked into Ning Zhe's dark, dead and empty eyes.

Lin Feishuang's eyes froze suddenly.

For some reason, looking at those eyes, he suddenly felt a sense of danger and vigilance, as if overnight, the originally weak boy suddenly turned into a poisonous snake.

Before Lin Feishuang could think about it, he saw the young man in front of him curl his lips.

It was obviously a gorgeous and flamboyant face, but there was a cute and gentle smile on it.

Ning Zhe tilted his head, and asked in a soft voice, "You don't trust others, so why trust me?"

When he made a sound, he broke the weird illusion just now.

Lin Feishuang was dazzled by the boy's smile.

When he came back to his senses and took a closer look, there was no danger at all, it was clearly just an ordinary and beautiful plaything.

Lin Feishuang collected himself and handed him a pure black ancient robe, "Put it on and come out with me."

He didn't answer his own question, and Ning Zhe didn't pursue it.

He reached out to take the robe, without hesitation, took off the clothes in front of his eyes, and put them on.

When Lin Feishuang saw him tearing open his skirt, he turned around and turned his back to him.

Hearing the rustling sound of dressing behind her, Lin Feishuang said suddenly, "I don't believe you either."

Ning Zhe looked up at him, and put on the brocade belt leisurely.

He didn't speak, and Lin Feishuang didn't need him to speak. He said to himself: "When I was young, the Lin family hadn't fallen yet. At that time, there were many people who wanted to kill me, but my brother blocked them all."

"My younger brother is much stronger than me. As long as someone bullies him, he will try his best to make that life worse than death. So no one dares to bully him, and even if he does, no one dares to bully me anymore."

"But after the fall of the Lin family, those people lost their scruples, and more people wanted to kill me. In the past ten years, I have hardly slept a night because I don't know who sent the killers around me."

Ning Zhe put on the complicated black gown, looked at his back, and asked lightly, "Where's your brother?"

"He wanted to harm others, but that person was more powerful than him, and instead tortured him until half his life remained."

The corners of Ning Zhe's lips curled up slightly, and his voice was soft: "Don't you want to avenge him?"

Lin Feishuang turned his head, stared at him calmly, and said lightly, "No."

Ning Zhe had a puzzled look on his face: "Why?"

Lin Feishuang shook his head, "He planted the cause, so he should bear the fruit. Even if it is a bitter fruit, he has to swallow it himself."

Ning Zhe rolled his eyes and smiled, revealing two pointed canine teeth, "You are so strange."

Lin Feishuang raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

He looked at Ning Zhe, "It's almost time, are you ready?"

The boy nodded with a bright smile.

Lin Feishuang looked at his crooked skirt, stretched out his hand to straighten it for him, and then said calmly: "I don't trust others, and naturally I don't trust you either, but those people are more dangerous than you."

Lin Feishuang raised his lips as he spoke, with a nasty smile on the corner of his mouth, "What's more, aren't you my slave? I have already cast a slave curse on you. If I die, you will naturally be buried with me of."

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered slightly.

Lin Feishuang said, "Okay, let's go."

After speaking, he took his sleeve, pushed open the door, and led him out.

Ning Zhe took out a curtain from nowhere and covered it over his head.

Lin Feishuang glanced at him, "Such a pretty face, why don't you want to see people?"

That glamorous and seductive face was hidden behind heavy gauze curtains, and it was hard to see clearly, which immediately eliminated most of the young man's strong and flamboyant presence.

Ning Zhe smiled, raised his head to look at him, "I don't want to cause trouble for you."

Lin Feishuang was stunned, then raised his eyebrows, and sneered, "I'm not cowardly enough to need your protection."

"Well, I know."

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes slightly, inadvertently raised the corners of his lips, and did not speak again.

......

A man in black stood at the top, looking at the brightly lit scene in the temple from a distance.

The person behind took a step forward, and said in a cold voice, "Lin Feishuang will be weak after the operation and cannot protect him. Tonight is the best time, do you want to do it?"

The man in black didn't move his eyes, "Your Majesty said, don't hurt his life."

Hearing the words, the person behind was furious: "If that's the case, why didn't you send a letter back? I can see that you have softened your heart!"

The man in black's eyes turned cold, he turned around, grabbed his throat, and said indifferently: "Since Your Majesty has entrusted this matter to me, you will not be able to comment on what I do."

"Stop! Let Xiao Jiu go! Dark Guard Seventeen, how dare you be so rebellious!"

Immediately, there was the sound of drawing knives one after another, and countless shadows surrounded him with a murderous look.

"In the dark, dark pavilion, there is only you...you have been...along with Emperor Fei..."

Dark Guard Nine's face flushed red from being pinched, and he struggled to speak out, "If it wasn't for you...if you hadn't tried your best to stop me before, we...would have taken the life of the deposed emperor! You ...clearly couldn't bear to kill him...and dare to say that he is not a traitor!"

"Whether it is a traitor or not, His Majesty Liberty will decide."

The man in black——Dark Guard Seventeen squeezed Dark Guard Nine's throat with a little force, and then strangled his throat.

Dark Guard Nine's pupils widened, but within a short breath, he died in his hands.

"As for you, if you dare to disobey the order, you will die."

Dark Guard Seventeen threw away Dark Guard Nine's body, his voice was as cold as a blade, and he slashed across the ears of all the dark guards present.

"Your Majesty said that if the emperor is to be thrown into the Demon Realm and tortured to death, no one will be able to do anything to him before the door to seal the demons is opened. Is there any objection?"

All the hidden guards glanced at each other, and they were all silent.

Dark Guard Seventeen glanced at them and shouted coldly: "Go back!"

The black shadows disappeared quickly in the night. .

At this time, the support of Prince Qingluan has also arrived at the Temple of the Witch God.

The dark guard Seventeen glanced at the sacrificial temple that was gradually becoming noisy, tiptoed, and quickly swept over.