I'm a killer with no emotions

The ghost talking in Ning Zhe's mind had possessed him half a month ago.

He called himself System 67, a god who came to help him survive.

I would rather fold than believe it.

He is more willing to believe that he is a ghost who takes his life than a god who saves the world.

Ning Zhe is a Grade A killer in the Zongheng Pavilion, his hands are stained with blood, and there are often ghosts in his dreams demanding his life. Ning Zhe has long been used to it.

But No. 67 is not interested in his life, as long as Ning Zhe can complete the task.

The task he said is to collect 100% abuse value, that is, to do everything possible to make the host suffer abuse, whether physically or psychologically.

Ning Zhe couldn't quite understand what he said, but he could vaguely realize that if he agreed, his life would definitely be difficult in the future.

He is not afraid of death, but a little afraid of pain.

Ning Zhe was unwilling.

No. 67 said that he could help him find his lost sister when he was young.

This time Ning Zhe was a little moved.

He is an orphan, with only one sister to depend on when he was young.Ten years ago, he was taken away by people from the Zongheng Pavilion, and since then he has lost contact with his sister.

Ning Zhe has been looking for her all these years, but there is no news.

No. 67 promised to tell his sister's whereabouts after the task was completed.

Ning Zhe thought about it and agreed.

He has nothing left to lose.

During the ten days or so that No. 67 has lived in his body, he will issue tasks every day for him to challenge Huo Chen.

Every time Huo Chen got angry, he would throw Ning Zhe into the wolves he raised as food. Zuo Ning Zhe couldn't die, and a tear could heal the wound.

Huo Chen also picked off his tendons and tendons himself.

In order to prevent Ning Zhe from escaping, he also dripped carmine on the wound on his ankle to prevent Ning Zhe from healing with tears.

But he kept Ning Zhe's wrist, and every time Ning Zhe's wrist healed, he would cut the newly grown delicate skin again and cut off the tendons on his wrist.

Every time, it would make Ning Zhe so painful that life would be worse than death.

Now that a day has passed, his wrist has grown back, and I don't know how Huo Chen will torture him again.

Ning Zhe was thinking about something in his heart, and his face was a little distracted.

Seeing that he was in a daze, Huo Chen stretched out his hand to caress his hideous and ugly cheek with great strength.

The unhealed scar on Ning Zhe's face was opened again by his touch, and drops of blood dripped out.

Ning Zhe took a deep breath.

"Your Majesty, answer my words."

Huo Chen said while stroking his face.

His voice is low and soft, like fine wine that has been stored for many years, low and elegant, without the slightest hint of impatience.

But Ning Zhe knew that Huo Chen had run out of patience.

His eyes flickered, he lowered his head, and whispered: "No... I didn't cry..."

Seeing his shrinking appearance, Huo Chen couldn't help smiling with his lips curled up.

This smile is quite eclipsed.

Huo Chen was born extremely handsome, his eyes as dark as abysses were deep and quiet, his facial features were sharp and sharp as if carved by a knife, showing his sharpness.

Before the Huo family suffered a catastrophe, Huo Chen was one of the most romantic figures in the capital.

Needless to say about her appearance, her character cultivation is even more outstanding in the family, second to none.

Moreover, when Huo Chen was young, he went to the battlefield with his father, General Zhen Guo, and became famous in the first battle. He was praised as a "brave general" by King Dingbei.

However, once the family is destroyed, the brave man will become a traitor and a sinner, and Huo Chen will gradually become dark and indifferent.

His smile always carried a cruel and cold meaning, which chilled people's hearts for no reason.

In the past half month, Ning Zhe seldom saw such a careless smile.

【Always feel that you are going to be cold】

【Coincidentally, I think so too】

Huo Chen hugged Ning Zhe's waist and led him out of the dungeon with gentle movements.

Ning Zhe was frightened by his rare gentleness, his little face turned pale, and his big eyes were full of panic and panic.

"Don't be afraid." Huo Chen coaxed him in a low voice.

He took Ning Zhe into a luxuriously decorated wing room, placed him on a soft bed, covered him with a brocade quilt, and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt.

The dirty blood mud on Ning Zhe's body immediately stained the white bedding into a mess.

Ning trembled his lips: "General... General..."

"Well," Huo Chen responded, and said with a smile: "Don't you think the dungeon is cold and you can't sleep, are you more comfortable now?"

Ning Zhe stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Huo Chen smiled at him, reached out and closed his eyes.

"Sleep, it's almost dawn."

Ning Zhe blinked, his long and curly eyelashes swept across Huo Chen's palm, and soon he closed his eyes, looking obedient and obedient.

[It's rare for Huo Chen to be so gentle to you. You should try to provoke him now, and make him angry and beat you. Why are you so stupid?] No. 67's tone sounded like iron and steel.

Ning Zhe's voice is faint [If you hit me again, you will die]

【...Hey, that's right, you really don't know how to fight】

Number 67 sighed regretfully.

Number 67 likes to make sarcastic remarks, and Ning Zhe doesn't want to talk to him.

Huo Chen waited for a while, and after watching Ning Zhe fell asleep, he took out a silver needle as thin as a cow's horn, and slowly inserted it from the top of his head.

Ning Zhe remained motionless.

Huo Chen looked at him for a while, made sure that he was not awake, and then got up to leave.

[Congratulations to the host, the value of being abused is increased by 1%, and the current value of being abused is 5%]

Ning Zhe is a little curious [how much is 1%]

【You have 100 taels of silver, 1% is one tael】

Ning Zhe thought about it, and said seriously [I don't have 100 taels of silver]

【……so stupid】

No. 67 felt that he could not communicate with him, so he shut his mouth and stopped talking.

Ning Zhe reached out and touched the top of his hair, feeling a slight tingling pain. He remembered the silver needle that Huo Chen had inserted into the top of his head.

This is a kind of magic technique, which uses silver needles to bury silk thread into the human body. As long as the magic is performed, it can immediately control people's behavior no matter how far away they are.

There is a similar method in the Zongheng Pavilion, which is used to control disobedient killers, and the controlled people will lose their minds and become living corpses.

However, Ning Zhe has always been the top assassin in the Zongheng Pavilion, and he has never tasted such a feeling that life is worse than death.

I don't know what Huo Chen wants to control him to do.

The dim candlelight flickered, casting shadows with fangs and claws on the wall, accompanied by the fierce wind howling outside the window, it was inexplicably scary.

Ning Zhe burrowed into the quilt, yawned, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

No. 67 felt that he, the host, had a really big heart, even with a knife hanging around his neck, he could still sleep peacefully.

Fortunately, the night passed without incident.

In the early morning of the next day, the light passed through the window paper and fell on the boy on the bed.

Someone pushed open the door and walked in without haste.

Ning Zhe opened his eyes and saw that it was Huo Chen.

The starry eyes are vast, and the face is handsome, like a god.

He walked up to Ning Zhe and looked down at him, the aura around him was so sharp and cold that it could almost pierce the skin.

Ning shrank his body, raised his head, and called him softly: "General."

Huo Chen asked softly, "Your Majesty, did you sleep well last night?"

You have to say yes even if it is not good.

Ning Zhe nodded.

Most of the boy's small face was sunken in the quilt, and he nodded earnestly with his big black eyes open. He looked really pitiful and cute.

"That's good." Huo Chen pushed back the messy hair on his forehead and smiled slowly.

"Your uncle is here to see you."

Ning Zhe suddenly tensed his body.