Chapter 71 Stop Fighting, Help Me Get Rid of It

Swish——

Red blood gushed out from the wound.

The gray-clothed man looked down at the dagger that pierced his chest in disbelief. Severe pain and suffocation surged into his mind through his nerves. He could not and did not need to maintain the wind lock. Anbei broke free from the wind lock and gently avoided a black light that was wiping his throat.

The gray-clothed man could not understand why the quiet followers did not kill Anbei but him, and he had no chance to figure it out.

Anbei opened his right hand towards the gray-clothed man.

Boom!

A waist-thick thunderbolt hit the gray-clothed man's upper body and split his head into charcoal. Anbei looked at the gray-clothed man's body falling, and a sense of pleasure rose in his heart for no reason.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh——

A sharp sound of breaking through the air came from Anbei's ears.

Anbei had no time to think about where his pleasure came from. He immediately did a back plank bridge to avoid three flying knives that shot at his forehead, throat and heart respectively.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—another string of flying knives

Anbei lost sight of the assassin’s direction at this time. Logically, he should have been shot, but he seemed to have eyes all over his body. He shook his body a few times and avoided all the flying knives.

The sound of breaking through the air was layered, and the flying knives were continuous.

Anbei fluttered in the air like a butterfly.

Seeing that the stone bricks on the ground were shot to the point where there was no room for needles, no flying knife could hit Anbei, but Anbei fluttered more and more vigorously in the air.

Until the end, the assassin gave up.

Anbei landed smoothly.

Swoosh—

He tilted his head.

There was no killing intent on this lonely flying knife, it was just the assassin’s last stubbornness.

Anbei looked up at the opposite side.

The assassin was a petite girl with a black veil on her face.

She panted and cursed: "Pervert!"

Anbei saw a scroll standing next to her that was taller than her, but at this time the scroll was empty.

An Bei whispered, "Girl, times have changed."

The red light in the eye sockets of the Black Dragon Armor flashed, and the track line on An Bei's retina quickly faded.

You have hidden weapons, I have technology.

The assassin suddenly said, "No more fighting, help me get rid of it."

In An Bei's surprised eyes, she threw her dagger directly to An Bei.

An Bei subconsciously reached out to catch the dagger.

He looked at the dagger in his hand and felt confused.

The assassin pointed to his chest and said, "The dagger is quenched with the saliva of the God of Plague. It's a little disgusting, but it kills people quickly."

An Bei looked at her in confusion.

"After killing that guy, I recalled some things." The assassin sighed, "God is fucking no good thing, bastard Magma, not only killed me, but also played with me."

An Bei tentatively asked, "Do you know you are dead?"

"Nonsense!"

The assassin rolled his eyes, then raised his hand to pull off the black veil covering his face, revealing an extremely delicate face under An Bei's surprised eyes. Just looking at this face, absolutely no one can connect her with the ruthless assassin.

"After I killed him, the breath that Magma left on him was transferred to me." The assassin sat on the stone pier next to him, "Now you kill me and take away all the breath that Magma left for us, and you can go to see Magma."

Anbei couldn't help asking: "What about you?"

If the assassin fought with him and was killed by him in the end, he would never ask this question. But the assassin not only surrendered but also took the initiative to hand him a knife, he didn't know what to do.

The assassin took out a small wine pot from nowhere, she didn't answer Anbei, just raised her head and poured wine into her mouth.

Anbei stood silently by the side without disturbing her.

Time was tight, but he was willing to give the assassin due respect, and the time wasted in the middle was regarded as a fight between the assassin and him.

After a while, the assassin asked in a slightly tipsy tone: "What is this thing you are wearing? It looks quite intimidating. I have been wandering around the universe for many years, but how come I have never seen it?"

An Bei was silent for two seconds and then replied: "The era I live in is at least billions of years away from your era. The battle suit I am wearing is a kind of individual combat equipment suitable for those favored by God that we have recently developed."

The assassin's expression obviously froze for a moment.

She asked in surprise: "How long is the gap?"

An Bei shook his head: "Not sure, but at least billions of years."

Whether it is the dead gray man or the assassin holding the wine pot in front of him, they can be called the ancestors of mankind.

The assassin suddenly became excited, with an obvious blush on her face, and her voice trembled slightly: "I didn't expect that so much time has passed outside."

She casually threw a bomb to An Bei.

"Has mankind been liberated?"

An Bei was stunned.

This is just a question consisting of six words, but the blood and tears behind this six-word question may not be described in six million words.

Who would ask this question?

The assassin stood up suddenly, flashed in front of An Bei like a ghost, and grabbed An Bei's neck with one hand and yelled at him rudely: "I'm asking you a question!"

Her voice was loud, but the strength of her hand was light, and the hope in her eyes was also fragile.

An Bei seemed to see the tears of forbearance.

He stuttered and replied: "Liberated, liberated."

Hearing this answer, the assassin's face bloomed with a bright smile like spring, but tears also flowed quietly.

"It's good to be liberated."

She said with relief.

The assassin let go of Anbei. She turned her back and lowered her head. Her shoulders trembled slightly and she laughed intermittently.

Anbei didn't know what the assassin had experienced, but his mood became complicated as the assassin cried and laughed.

The air was filled with joy and sadness at the same time. You have to breathe the air here to understand this strange feeling. It knocks on your heart with low sobs, but when you look at it, it smiles brightly. Every tear of the assassin pays tribute to an old friend, and every chuckle responds to a wish. Behind the crying and laughing, there are people piled up like mountains and blood flowing like rivers.

Anbei felt at a loss.

Should he go up and give the assassin a hug?

Or just do nothing quietly?

Time passed by minute by minute. The assassin wiped her tears and turned around. She stared at Anbei and hesitated for a long time, and finally asked expectantly: "Can you tell me how humans were liberated?"

Anbei was silent.

After a few seconds, he whispered, "That history is lost."

The assassin's eyes widened: "Lost?!"

Anbei lowered his head in guilt, he couldn't face the assassin. There is no doubt that that history should be the most important history for all mankind, but they lost it.

The assassin said sadly, "Forget it, it's lost, you don't need to understand the dark things in the past, just keep moving forward with our wishes."

After a pause of a few seconds, she suddenly realized something and asked, "Strange, since mankind has been liberated, why is a guy like [Magma] still alive?"