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Chapter two hundred and eighty second the same breath

Piao Tianwen    Chapter 282 The exact same air

Wisley Crede, the son of a capitalist in the capital, was originally a student of a prestigious school. Because of his personality problems, simply put, this guy's personality was too violent. After causing a lot of trouble, the school had to clear him out. From that day on, he entered the killer world and became a professional killer.

But he is also a more principled guy, with his goal limited to underground gang forces, and the guys he assassinated are often the leaders of these gang forces. Over the past ten years, there are more than 200 people killed by him.

However, it is precisely because of the underworld that the family of the murdered person did not dare to call the police, which made the existence of this guy never publicly available.

"Old man, what are you kidding? If he really killed so many gangsters, those messy organizations could not retaliate? I don't believe it."

Hearing this, Dalian decisively interrupted the old man's narrative and expressed his opinions.

"Well, who said no? But, the revenge of so many organizations has no effect at all."

The old man explained to us in such a chatty tone.

"Wisley, that guy is completely an immortal guy."

Immortal guy? Hey, how could there be immortal people in this world? Just kidding. Oh, you said Qin Ling? That guy doesn't count. Why do you think the Lord God Intelligence gave him the ability to immortalize him? It's because my strength crushed him. If I were in other combat worlds, this guy wouldn't know how many times he had died.

"How to say it, I heard that whether it was shooting him with a gun or slashing him with a knife, or even pushing him off the walking train (when Dalian heard this, he glanced at me and put a lot of pressure on me), he was still safe and sound. No matter what kind of injury he was, he could recover in an instant, and even cutting off his head in an instant, he could grow another one out in an instant. He was completely immortal."

"And what this guy calls assassination is just walking to the enemy's hometown with a dignified sword, killing the target of the assassination and then walking out safely. All attacks are invalid, so the guy who is targeted is always very depressed."

I looked at the old man, speechless.

Even if it is a thing like "pretending to death", someone will die if his head is cut off... You think you are a zombie step (see "Is this a zombie" for details). If you are bombed into seven or eight sections, you can regenerate. By the way, that existence that has surpassed zombies.

And this guy's assassination method... This is also called a killer? There is no beauty at all. It's all about rushing in with his own invincibility, right? What about the promised attack that won't hit a long distance?

Moreover, how did that bastard Qin Ling get into such a guy? Can I swear?

"Don't keep it aside, what's the reason?"

Ah, it seems that Dalian is already a little impatient with the conversation with the old man.

"Don't worry, Kuronomiya, do you know Genova Howard?"

"yes... a writer who is famous for describing characters. Needless to say, the characters he describes are more precise than those of me. But hasn't he been dead for fifteen years?"

"But in the past, he and Weisli had the same dormitory."

"What!" I was shocked. Hey, is it such a fantasy book?

"'More than myself, the characters described by Howard will keep the way they describe, and will not age or be hurt - that is, the way they describe in the work replaces the character's body. Even if they are hurt, they will be resurrected again like the way they describe in the work. Do you understand now? The reason why the killer can continue to recover."

"Did the characters in the book replace themselves? Then the person who appears in the real world is like the clone of the characters in the book. As long as the book is not hurt, it will never hurt the person's body. It's really a smart idea. But if you find that book..."

Dalian began to analyze it and seemed to have found the key point.

"There's no way."

The old man and I spoke at the same time. This behavior surprised both of us at the same time. The old man waved his hand and signaled me to say first.

"It is really too simple to add value to things like books in the current world, right?"

I expressed my point of view, and then I pulled out a book from the bookshelf next to me.

In fact, from entering the bookstore, you can feel an unnatural air, and such air exists in multiple locations at the same time.

I once said that the qi of all things in the world is different. Even things with exactly the same appearance, their qi is different. But in this bookstore, I feel a lot of qi that is exactly the same, so there is only one explanation.

"By printing technology, books are constantly copied, so not only the appearance is the same, but their spirit as fantasy books is exactly the same."

While saying that, I opened this book that I had never seen a name, but the name of the author of this book is indeed so familiar.

"The title of the book is not important, but this author, written by Wisley Cred. Well, Dalian, it's so much trouble now."
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