I'm a killer with no emotions

Qin Shen is different from Huo Chen and others, he is a person who should have died a long time ago.

Not everyone can practice reincarnation. The reason why it is called sorcery is because it can not only take the lives of others, but also uncontrollably backfire against the master, devouring the life span of the practitioner's mind.

Before meeting Ning Zhe, he was already on the verge of death. Qin's father thought he was unlucky, so he sent someone to throw him to the abandoned small house in the back mountain to fend for himself.

For some reason, he bumped into Ning Zhe who was on a mission.

The young boy had a sullen face, with a basin of water in his hand, silently staring at Qin Shen who was lying on the couch.

He probably didn't understand why there was an extra man on his couch when he came back after fetching a basin of water.

Looking at his bewildered face, Qin Shen couldn't help but curled his lips into a smile, and said weakly, "Sorry, I took your place."

Ning Zhe bent down and put the water aside, drew out his long sword and pointed it at his throat, remaining silent.

Zuo Zuo was about to die, but Qin Shen could hold his breath, seeing that he didn't speak, he didn't open his mouth either.

This direction is different from what Ning Zhe imagined.

Obviously the senior said that people are afraid of death, but this person is not afraid at all.

In the past, Yunlan took him with him, but recently Yunlan alienated him for some reason.

It was the first time for him to go out on a mission alone. He was nervous, his palms were sweaty, and he stuttered a little, but he wanted to say fiercely, "Who are you?"

Qin Shen's eyebrows and eyes were light, "You came to spy on information, wouldn't you ask for information first?"

Ning Zhe didn't speak, his hand holding the sword tightened, and the young man's voice was soft and sweet, "Young Master of the Qin family."

Qin Shen shook his head, coughed a few times, "What kind of son... just a dying person."

When Ning Zhe saw him admitting, his eyes became more vigilant, and he sent the long sword forward a little, piercing Qin Shen's skin, "Get out of here immediately, or I will kill you."

"...You kill me." Qin Shen looked at him for a moment, but he didn't struggle, and closed his eyes meekly, with a clear voice, "It's good to help me out."

When he said this, Ning Zhe hesitated instead.

The acting pavilion master sent him here to spy on the whereabouts of the secret technique of murder. If Qin Shen is killed, he may not be able to complete the task.

After thinking for a while, he withdrew the long sword, slashed at the blood vessel on his wrist, and handed it to Qin Shen's mouth.

He had known for a long time that his blood had healing properties, but no one told him that.

Qin Shen was slightly startled, looked at him and said with a light smile, "Young master, I kill people, but I don't eat people."

Ning Zhe imitated the tone of the seniors in the pavilion, endured the pain in his wrist, and said stiffly and coldly: "I tell you to drink, just drink, don't, don't talk nonsense."

Qin Shen saw the young boy suppressing the tears in his eyes while choking with sobs and forcibly feeding him blood, his heart softened inexplicably.

This scene has been remembered in his heart for a long time.

His life had come to an end a long time ago, and it was Ning Zhe who saved him.

That simple sentence of "Xuanhe" had saved him countless times in countless dark nights with no end in sight, and saved him from the brink of madness.

He once hated Ning Zhe for forgetting everything and abandoning him, and thought about torturing him severely so that he could taste the pain he endured, but in the end, those so-called deep feelings were just wishful thinking on his own.

It was he who was the one who took the blame.

In this life, he just came to pay off the debt.

When the reincarnation technique was completed and he remembered all the memories of his previous life, he knew clearly that Ning Zhe would never belong to him.

Precisely speaking, this person will never belong to any of them.

Weishenglian wanted to get the real Shangshen, but she didn't know that all she had done was just pushing the Shangshen further and further away.

Qin Shen closed his eyes, sighed, wiped away the blood on the corner of his lips with pale fingers, raised his eyes to look at the snow-clothed youth standing high on the altar, "Alian, you should wake up."

The high priest didn't know him yet, his eyes moved slightly when he heard the words, and a clear and sweet voice like icicles overflowed from his lips and teeth, "... Alian?"

Ning Zhe raised his eyes to look at Qin Shen, who was dressed in elegant green clothes, and then at the high priest, who was dressed in beautiful snow clothes. He frowned in doubt and tilted his head in puzzlement.

The high priest's voice was cold, "Who are you? How do you know my name?"

"Old man." Qin Shen's expression did not change, he was still calm.

"I don't remember..."

Halfway through his words, he took a sudden step back and raised his hand to block the attack in front of him.

Unexpectedly, Qin Shen had already dodged in front of him at some point, cornering him, piercing his heart with his Frost Snow sword.

The high priest pressed his back against the stone wall, pinched the blade with his fingertips, and looked at him lightly, "Are you courting death?"

"Give me the life wheel, kill or cut as you please."

"Don't think about it."

After the high priest finished speaking, a protective shield immediately formed around him, and the air was pulled away quickly, turning into pieces of sharp knives and cutting on Qin Shen's skin.

Qin Shen didn't care about it, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he still walked towards him step by step, "You can't continue to make mistakes, I have to do this."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange dark red light flashed in the bottom of his right eye.

The blood-colored tumi slowly opened from the bottom of his eyes, filled with blood and darkness, and in the eyes of the high priest, it was like being in a sea of ​​purgatory flowers.

"You...you are..."

His pupils dilated slightly, but he only had time to say this sentence before closing them uncontrollably, and he lost consciousness, and his body fell forward.

Qin Shen caught him, sighed and said, "Alian, I'm sorry, you should sleep for a while."

The high priest grasped his sleeve weakly with his fingers, and moved his lips with difficulty, "Qin Xuanhe...you actually plotted against me..."

The cold ending disappeared with the wind, and the star life wheel rolled from his hand to the ground.

Qin Shen's eyes were blurred, his footsteps were a little unsteady, he tried his best to regain his clarity, leaned over to pick up the life wheel from the ground, turned his head to look at Ning Zhe, "Your Majesty... I got it."

But Ning Zhe pointed to the blood all over his body, opened his black pupils and said softly: "Prime Minister, you are injured."

"It doesn't matter."

Even so, he knelt on the ground uncontrollably and vomited blood.

Ning Zhe saw that the color of the blood was turning black.

Qin Shen sat the high priest against the wall beside him, took out the life wheel with trembling hands, and set up a formation, asking Ning Zhe to drip blood on the life wheel.

Ning Zhe did not follow suit.

Any large-scale formation that turns the world around requires a considerable price.

The moment he saw the lines of the formation on Qin Shen's body, he knew that he had made himself a sacrifice in an attempt to sacrifice his life to the formation.

He knelt down and handed Qin Shen a clean handkerchief, "Prime Minister, the things I don't remember are not important."

Qin Shen shook his head, "Your Majesty, it has nothing to do with whether it is important or not, but that you have to think about it."

Ning Zhe didn't know what he "must" remember, since he was conscious, he has been doing what he "must" do.

Must kill, must be abused, must do tasks...

Now even Qin Shen told him that he "must" think about it.

He seems to be unable to escape the fate of being manipulated.

"The emperor himself understands that as long as he remembers all this, he can escape from it."

"But," Ning Zhe touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, "I feel sorry for the prime minister."

When the prime minister heard what he said, he actually hooked his lips into a smile, narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, for the last time, how about calling my minister 'Xuan He'?"

Ning Zhe is as good as others, "I feel sorry for Xuanhe."

Qin Shen laughed.

He knew that what Ning Zhe said was not the truth, but he still couldn't help thinking in his heart that as long as there was this sentence—whether it was true or not, as long as there was this sentence, he would have no regrets.

"Your Majesty, be obedient."

As he spoke, he shook Ning Zhe's small, cold hand, and Xue Ning made a needle, gently pricking his fingertips.

A drop of bright red blood fell and dripped on the life wheel.

The golden thread extended from Qin Shen's body, covering the entire altar evenly, and complicated inscriptions and lines loomed from the ground, forming a complete array, and the eye of the array was Qin Shen's heart.

Ning Zhe silently watched those golden threads drain Qin Shen's blood little by little.

"Ah...fold..."

Qin Shen lay on the ground, clenched his hand little by little, his clear eyes gradually closed, and a gentle smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

For the first and last time, he finally called out Ning Zhe's name.

Ning Zhe watched with his own eyes as he closed his eyes and lost consciousness, the fingers he held each other cooled down inch by inch, and his skinny body disappeared bit by bit until he disappeared.

"Master..." Xue and Ling were a little worried.

Ning Zhe glanced at his empty hand and sighed, "He still called it wrong after all."

He turned his head to look at the altar, "I'm not Ning Zhe, nor God, what he did is meaningless."

The moment the formation was successfully set up, the altar suddenly burst into brilliance, and the white light was so dazzling that people couldn't keep their eyes open.

An illusory tall figure appeared in the white light, and said something with thin lips.

Ning Yan and Huo Chen stared blankly at the person in the white light, their minds suddenly ached, and countless strange memories suddenly flooded into their minds, almost bursting their heads.

"This, this is..."

Huo Chen squinted his eyes, gasping for breath, his eyes were full of disbelief, "Yunlan... Shangshen... no, how is it possible..."

Ning Zhe watched their reactions, his dark eyes were as quiet as water, without any waves.

Main Systems Office.

"Things done?" The main system looked gently at the young man in a suit wearing a gold-rimmed mirror frame.

"Well, almost, 67 has replaced the life wheel."

The main system smiled, "Very well, in this way, the god-making plan can continue."

"But won't No. 67 resist? He's not such a good-natured person."

"He won't." The main system tapped his fingertips, and Ning Zhe appeared in midair, "As long as he still loves Ning Zhe, he will never dare to resist."

"Really," No. 61 adjusted his glasses, "I don't think so, he has never been soft-hearted when he abused Ning Zhe before."

The main system clasped its hands in front of its body and looked up at him, "That's why I need you. No. 67 has a sense of proportion and will only do it on the premise of guaranteeing Ning Zhe's life, but you are different."

"You just like to watch your prey struggle to death."

No. 61 lowered his head, the lens reflected a white light, and a cold and inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"So, Ning Zhe will be at my disposal in the future, right?"

"That's right," the main system smiled gently, "Please feel free."