Chapter 6 The Killer

　　It was before dawn before he set out. 　　When he walked out the door, a figure was already outside, checking the bags on the horse's back one by one. 　　One by one, he looked over the bags and even opened the medicine box to make sure there was nothing to worry about before gathering the luggage and mounting the horse. 　　Getting out of the mountains is no easy task. There were many hurdles, and every single one of them was meticulous. Even though he recognized Jia Yu and saluted as if it were a ritual, he still checked the Jade Edict of Exodus before he was released. He steered his horse and followed, trying his best to stabilize his mind. 　　All the way to the west, yellow sand for miles. 　　The hot sun like melting general blazing hot, hot breath are hot like burning, and thirst, limited water must be rushed to the supply point before the precise measurement, a little careless, may become the wilderness in the sun dead dry corpse, along the way can always see the white bones of livestock is half covered by the yellow sand, the road of the hardship, very human can imagine. 　　In the face of the harsh nature, people are so small that they are not worth mentioning. 　　The night with a white scarf wrapped around the face, control of the behavior of everything. 　　Where to rest the horse, where to rest and sleep, where there is an underground river to replenish water, know in detail. Tough endurance beyond imagination, every late at night can also see her observation of the stars and the stars, to master the direction of tomorrow's walk, the Gobi desert, a little inattention may be lost. 　　When finally arrived at the last town before the country of Shache, spare all the way cold and calm as God's she also can not help but breathe a sigh of relief. 　　The town is regarded as a resting place by the merchants, prosperous and lively, the shopkeeper who is used to seeing merchants from all over the world, respectfully welcomes them into the upper room. 　　An upper room. 　　He silently complied with Jia Yu's command. 　　Removing the cloth scarf covering his face, he washed off the dust from the journey. 　　When he returned to the room, JiaYi again has been the usual appearance, white clothes like snow, black hair like paint, the pupils of the eyes as if still with the moisture after the bath, at first glance looks like jade porcelain made of a small person, all without half the power. 　　Raise his head to glance at the same after bathing him, seems to be slightly stunned for a moment, and then skimmed away to lower his eyes to survey the market. Looking down from the second-floor window, foreigners of all skin tones moved in and out from time to time, and vendors yelled at the top of their lungs in the slanting sunlight of dusk, trying to win over the last of their customers. 　　"Shushu Shadow." 　　"Yes." 　　"Look closely at that man." 　　A clamor rushed through the marketplace, and as he stared, a tall hu man savagely beat up the stall owner, his brutal fists rushing over his skinny opponent's face, blood spilling from the corners of his nose and lips, and still he did not let up, even slurring and threatening the passersby who had gathered around to try to dissuade him. 　　In the end, he seemed to deprive of the satisfaction of money, throwing down the unconscious opponent to go away, behind the stall owner's son and daughter's cries shook the sky. 　　"See?" She withdrew her eyes and took a sip of her tea. 　　"By dawn, I want to see his head." 　　He looked back over his shoulder, knowing he shouldn't have asked but still couldn't help but blurt it out. 　　"Why." 　　"Since when are you in a position to question me?" The dark pupils of his eyes met his, and he smiled expressionlessly. "Just a bully who takes people's money by violence, so what if I kill him. Go on." 　　Suddenly opening his eyes, a shadow swept in through the window. 　　A bloodstained head rolled a few times on the table and stopped. 　　The violently bulging eyes seemed to be glaring angrily, as if they couldn't believe that they had been disemboweled by the same person who had been viciously beating people in the street a little earlier in the day. 　　The teenager looked at her coldly, a glimmer of light from the unclosed window pane. 　　"Clear away the stuff, wipe down the table, and you can rest." 　　Without even moving from her meditative position, she closed her eyes again. 　　"That bed is yours, and you can sleep for another hour." 　　He stood frozen on the spot, smothered until his chest ached. 　　For a long time, he picked up his head and wore it out, came back to wring out a cloth to wipe the tabletop and wash away the blood, sat on the edge of the bed and couldn't calm his heart, watched the sky brighten a little. 　　The shopkeeper knocked on the door and brought hot tea and breakfast. 　　JiaYi left her seat and got up, washed up and ate, looking as usual. 　　The way she eats is very elegant, every move is disciplined, even compared to the Jiangnan's big girl is not inferior, the temperament is even better. 　　But he did not forget, yesterday she casually made him take a person's life. 　　Even if that person bullying and rampant, not a good person ...... 　　"That person's name is Shalik, to forcibly stripping stranded land tax for a living, hurt countless blood debts, the people can not help, for the local hegemony." 　　She spoke calmly, wiping her lips with a silk scarf. 　　"There are several wives and concubines, children are still young, there are seventy-year-old mother in the hall, by his support, the neighborhood said his mother to filial piety. This person is addicted to gambling and good wine family has no surplus wealth, a death of the family way to fall, his mother old age lost son, think also can not live long." 　　She looked into the eyes of the young man gradually ignited anger, continued. "His wife and concubines have been incompatible, is bound to remarry in a few years, the children lost their father and mother and father, even if the luck can grow up, but also inevitably life-long hardship." 　　"So all these things, all because you killed him." 　　The girl as if it is not a matter of concern under the conclusion, he rose abruptly. 　　"That was ......" 　　"I made you kill him." She cut off, her dark, cold eyes smirking. "But it was you who did the killing." 　　He clenched his palms, the corners of his forehead jumping as he nearly pressed on. 　　"You were the one who cut off his head in the night and wiped off his blood with a tablecloth." Seeming not to feel the killing, she nodded at the wooden table where the head had been spared. "You forgot?" 　　The teenager glared at him fiercely, his angry eyes almost ready to burst into flames. 　　...... 　　"You want to ask why I did it?" She interlocked her fingers and pressed them together, looking at him with studied judgment. 　　"...... Why!" Silence for a long time, he heard his own voice, hoarse and unfamiliar. 　　"How many people you've killed." 　　He was stunned, and for a moment did not answer. 　　"Have you killed anyone who deserved it?" 　　...... 　　"At least you've never actively killed anyone. Is that the point?" 　　"Stoic in nature, with great endurance, flexible and resourceful, cautious and meticulous, yet able to take care of his companions in concert. But not aggressively aggressive." She spat it out word for word like she was memorizing, raising an eyebrow. "That's what Elder Kui said about you." 　　"According to the report, you have always focused on defense in all your battles, and only began to fight back when you were attacked, and unless it was a matter of life and death, you would always hit your opponents hard and stop, and even put yourself in danger because of it. Is the above true?" 　　He froze completely, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. 　　"What does this have to do with me killing people." 　　"I think ......" She looked into his eyes, not at all like a young girl. "You're still confused about who you are." 　　The compelling aura forced a stutter of breath. 　　"Every person you kill in the future may be good or evil. They pose no threat to you, they are strangers to you with no grudges, they all have loved ones of their own, only to have their lives ended due to a certain directive. There will be people who will grieve their deaths, be downtrodden and stranded, wallow in hatred for the rest of their lives, and spend the entire rest of their lives cursing you to hell. They won't hate the one who gave the order, only the executioner ...... you." 　　"What you are, will always be a murderer." The girl's words were cold and sharp, like an awl piercing the heart. 　　"You can't shirk your responsibility by being forced." 　　"Don't talk about necessity, you're not qualified." 　　"The result is that you will kill for your own survival." 　　"These are sins you will carry for the rest of your life." 　　Fingernails pierced deep into his hand as he stared at her in death. 　　"Why ...... are you telling me this." 　　She reached out and brushed her fingers against her sleeve, speaking faintly. "Because I want a true assassin, not a gentleman with upright intentions." 　　"The Devil Cult is such a place, there are no so-called good people, those who can survive are all killers." 　　"Those who know why they kill and can carry the offense to live." 　　"And you ...... don't know anything." For the first time, pity appeared in the icy gaze. "You think that as long as you hide down there will be a chance to escape, and you can live until the day you are free? ...... Too naive." 　　"You think you're hiding it well? That everyone doesn't know what you're thinking?" 　　"Every few years there are Central Plains martial artists who have been captured to Tianshan, and there are also people like you who have broken out of the Hardened Frontier Camp, but none of them can survive for long, do you know why?" 　　"It's not by endurance and perseverance alone that you can make it through, without the determination to give up everything for the sake of your goal, you will only be used more thoroughly, the only use of the benevolence and morality that you follow is to make your own deaths quicker." 　　"There's no way to be an assassin like you, much less a Shadow Guard." 　　"It's so hard to kill a bully, what can you accomplish?" 　　"By what right can you survive in the sect and protect yourself from being trampled on by others." 　　The cold mockery of the sentence was unforgiving, snuffing out the most hidden hope, his self-respect was stepped on and crushed, he had never felt so incompetent before. His face was ashen, disheveled, and he let go of his hand, blood falling down his fingertips. 　　After a long time, the girl's voice sounded again. 　　"You are given two ways." 　　"Either you can live your life in the Cult like this, you won't die as long as I'm still here, be a famous and useless shadow guard, give up thoughts you shouldn't have, and live like a decoration inside the building." 　　"Or be a competent assassin, abandon useless moral righteousness, do as you're told, take on all the filth and sin, and never look back." 　　"You can choose." She bent her head to look at him, her tone slowing slightly. 　　"It is the only mercy I can offer you ......."