Chapter Two The Giving of Names

　　The door, open. 　　A body is lifted out of the field and dragged away by a crate. Graves had already been dug on the burial ground in the distance, and these prematurely withered lives would be buried together, not even their names would be left behind. 　　Those who could survive were only the strong. 　　No sadness, no tears, the end of life is still a darkness, not waiting to touch the long-awaited paradise, has fallen into the yellow earth to become the nourishment of barren wood and grass. 　　They were also carried out, side of the head to see off those who once spent time together companions, life and death, so easily divided. Unwilling to look any further, he withdrew his eyes and lay back down, the teenager beside him seemed to know what he was thinking, showing his teeth in a smile, but bared his teeth due to the pulling of the wound. 　　His heart suddenly warmed slightly. 　　At the last moment, they didn't kill each other, coincidentally choosing to challenge a stronger enemy, exchanging the price of serious injuries and near-death for a chance to survive. 　　Even in the purgatory of casting off all emotions, there would be something that would override the instinct to survive. 　　Very silly. 　　But, it was worth it. 　　Even if his whole body hurt so much that he practically fainted, even if that sword nearly chopped off his arm, it was worth it. 　　He smiled back, and coughed lightly again, breathless. 　　"We're alive." 　　"Alive." The same raspy voice answered him. 　　It took a full month for his injuries to heal. 　　Half a month lying on his back, not moving. 　　The healer's servant said a sword had missed his heart by only half an inch. 　　The treatment for recuperating was a world away from before, and the traumatizing medicine was much more divinely effective. It was noticeable that the servant's demeanor was respectful, even slightly reverent. 　　"It looks like I'll be paying a visit to the Church King in a few more days." Flipping through the new clothes that had just been delivered, the teenager's lips hooked slightly. After recuperating from injuries in the same room and suffering in life and death, they were already familiar as brothers. 　　He glanced at the new clothes, the texture and feel of the new clothes were very different from the rough clothes in the past. 　　"So what if I see you?" 　　"It's like officially joining the Kingslayer group." 　　"Slayer group?" He was slightly surprised "There are trials?" 　　"You don't know anything?" The teenager smiled, his eyes bright, inclining his head to explain for him. 　　The only person who is supreme in the Devil Cult is the Sect King. After that, there are two envoys, the left envoy is in charge of wisdom, in charge of the affairs of the religion; the right envoy is in charge of punishment, ruling the religious laws and regulations. The hierarchy is clear and the law is strict, and there is no mercy for those who violate the rules of the religion. 　　Secondly, there are three elders: Elder Kui is in charge of the killer training and in charge of the war slave battalion and the quenching battalion; Elder Mythical is in charge of the tributes of the 36 countries in the Western Region; Elder Lord is in charge of the internal affairs and assists the left envoy in managing the followers. 　　Secondly, there are the Seven Slayers. 　　Slayer group, is the general name of the teenage killers who have passed many trials. The seven killers are the elite of the group. Only when assassinating a country's king or important ministers will be mobilized, directly under the orders of the right envoy, the status of the high second only to the three elders. If the regicide group is the sword, seven kills is the indestructible blade. 　　"Seven kills ......" he slowly thought, "seven people?" 　　"Not bad, traditionally it is seven people, all of them are experts who have been through hundreds of battles, I heard that there is no one they can't kill. It only adds up when someone dies, same with the Slayer group." The teenager rested his hand under his head, revealing a look of fascination. "A lot of them were lost in the previous bout, that's why we have a chance." 　　Cold to the core of the layers of selection, the number of people who had fallen behind each assassin was, I'm afraid, uncountable. 　　He stared at the roof, silently lost in thought. 　　"How old are you?" The teenager looked at his face and suddenly changed the subject. 　　"Fifteen." 　　"So it's the same ...... as me," the teenager was stunned for a moment, "I thought it was smaller than me, all the people in the Central Plains are like you?" 　　He carefully surveyed the teenager's face, well-defined, thick eyebrows and handsome eyes, skin color is like wheat. 　　"Which country in the Western Regions are you from?" The corners of his eyes seemed to have slightly more than a few Han forms, so he couldn't tell for a moment. 　　"I am a straggler, I don't know which country I come from." The teenager bantered, his color vague. "It's kind of curious how you ended up here, but it's thousands of miles from the Central Plains." 　　He was silent for a moment. "I was caught here." 　　"Who caught you." 　　"I don't know." Recalling the man shaped like a ghostly figure, his face darkened ...... The difference in strength was too great, and even if he had not been poisoned, he could not escape. A mountain is still a mountain high, and only when he was restrained did he realize how ignorant he was in the past. 　　Now the internal power is prohibited, even the former one-third are less than, is even more can not do anything. 　　Can only wait, see when there is a chance ...... 　　"You want to escape?" 　　He was creeped out, the young man in front of him had a cunning brow, as if he had already read his mind. 　　"Don't worry, I won't tell." Perhaps the wary look was amusing, the young man smiled young. "But I advise you to die, the defenses here are much tighter than you've ever seen. There is only one way out of the Order, and without an edict, the best of hands are useless." 　　"You don't want to leave?" He was a little puzzled. 　　"Me?" The teenager made a face, "It's the same wherever I go, what else to run away from when I've already survived to this point, I'll try to climb up." 　　There is no ...... place to retreat people? 　　But he is not the same, his home in the Central Plains, suddenly disappeared, I think the stern father will also be troubled, not to mention the weak and loving mother, pro-thick and inseparable hands and feet ...... and that only saw a graceful girl ...... light smoke and drizzle of the water-colored Jiangnan ...... 　　He suddenly lost his concentration. 　　The god king quietly watched the two teenagers kneeling side by side at the temple. 　　The sunrise sprinkled on the straight body, and it was a side-splittingly heroic, like a sharp blade newly sprouting from a whetstone. 　　"Very good, truly good material, Elder Kui has taken the trouble." The towering man nodded and smiled, seemingly quite satisfied. 　　"Thank you Sect King, this is what my subordinates should do." The burly Western Region man bowed and asked for instructions. "These two are quite outstanding in combat, please also ask the Sect King to bestow a name as usual." 　　Bestowing a name. 　　From an imaginary number to having one's own name, it all required sweat and blood to prove strength before one was qualified to acquire it. 　　The king on the jade throne pondered slightly. 　　"You, from today onwards, bestow the name Nine Weaknesses and enter the Slayer Group." His eyes turned to another person. 　　"And you ...... are from the Central Plains?" He could no longer remember the person he ordered to capture. 　　"Back to the Sect King, he is one of the slaves the Sect King captured from the Central Plains the year before." 　　"There aren't many Central Plains people ...... who can get to this point." The king smiled thoughtfully, and Zhiyi surveyed him for a long time. "Go and call for Jaya Night." 　　The great hall was silent for a moment, without half a sound. 　　The companion at his side passed a quiet wink of hidden concern. 　　His palms were silky and sweaty. 　　It might not have been long, but it felt unbearably long, every minute like torture. 　　He did not look up, afraid his gaze might give away his thoughts, and stared dead at the jade floor beneath his knees. 　　"Gaya Night sees the Sect King." 　　An unfamiliar voice rang out, cool like spring water rinsing through jade, pleasant to the ear, slightly cool. I don't know when he knelt to the side, only the rustling of his lapel could be heard. 　　"Jia Night, you did a good job on the last mission, I've been thinking about what reward to give." 　　"Many thanks to the god king, Jaya Night does not dare." 　　"Rewarding on merit, what is there to say that you wouldn't dare." Laughing softly a few times, "Among the seven kills, only you have no subordinates, this person is a newly promoted killer this year, give you as a shadow guard, is it good?" 　　"Teaching King cares, JiaYu honors the arrangement." 　　"Since this is the case, from today onwards give the name Shufei, his life is yours." After a pause added. "I know you have always disliked the Central Plains, but Elder Kui's admonition was quite hard. Chastise as you wish, and do not kill as easily as the last Shadow." 　　"Many thanks for the teach king's advice, JiaYue will have a sense of propriety." 　　"This child of yours has always done things decently, I am very relieved, go down and teach him the rules well." 　　"Yes." 　　He raised his head, a white coat reflected in his eyes, under the shadow of the sun with a slight aura, for no reason to teach people to think of Jiangnan's first melting spring snow. 　　Black hair hanging shoulders, starry eyes like water, soft cheeks can be broken, small figure is too weak to be clothed, as if a touch will be broken. Sensing the line of sight, she turned her head away, as if to hold back her impatience. 　　He froze in shock. 　　I'm afraid the fall of the Heavenly Mountain wouldn't have surprised him so much. 　　One of the seven kills, the elite of the Devil Cult that has fought hundreds of battles. 　　It was ...... actually a little girl of about thirteen years old.