Starting boy Ma Kongqun

Chapter 72 Nameless, Invisible

When He Haishun and his party fled back to the beach in great embarrassment, they were about to board the dilapidated ship. They would rather gamble on the chance of narrow escape from death at sea than escape from this hellish and terrifying desert island.

However, a little old man stood in front of the boat with a free time, frowning at them, making them freeze in place with fear on their faces.

Because the little old man was wearing the clothes of the person who first touched the giant cocoon and caused the mutation.

"Are you all Japanese?"

The little old man looked slightly unhappy, but it seemed to be because of their status.

At this moment, He Haishun suddenly felt blessed and hurriedly defended himself: "Old sir, don't get me wrong, we are all common people of the Ming Dynasty. We only wear Japanese clothes to make a living."

The little old man's expression softened a little, but he didn't ask why he had to pretend to be a Japanese to get money. Instead, he asked a question that made everyone's hair stand on end: "The Ming Dynasty...is it still the Ming Dynasty today?"

"Could this man be a thousand-year-old demon?"

Everyone invariably came up with this terrible association from this question, and their faces became even paler.

With the terrifying scene in the stone house, they would not associate it with immortals, Buddhas or gods at all.

The little old man's next question seemed to confirm their suspicion: "How long has it been since Jingtai was three years ago?"

Among the crowd, only He Haishun had read some books. At that time, everyone focused their attention on him, hoping that their boss would definitely answer, so as not to offend this old monster who didn't know whether he was a monster or a devil.

He Haishun finally lived up to expectations. After some calculations, he replied cautiously: "If I remember correctly, it should be about one hundred and ten years."

The little old man was slightly lost in thought, and he was filled with infinite emotion: "No wonder it is said that 'cultivation has no years, and enlightenment has no years.' Suddenly, in a dream, a hundred years have passed in this world. Fortunately, the world is still bright, and I still have time to settle my old grudges. Although I promised that person back then that I would never set foot in Middle-earth again for the rest of my life, these people in front of me can barely be used after a little training."

After quietly making a decision, he looked at He Haishun and everyone with gentle eyes, counted a total of eighteen, and immediately said with a friendly smile like an old man next door: "You can come to this island and wake me up. , is also a destiny destined by God. I am going to do some business and need some help. Are you willing to join me and work for me? "

The eighteen people present had different temperaments, but none of them was stupid because they could lick blood with a knife and survive until now. They all knew in their hearts that people were now serving as swordsmen and others as flesh and blood, and they had no right to refuse. He Haishun immediately took them together in the small house. He prostrated himself in front of the old man and said: "We are willing to... serve you forever!"

The little old man was very considerate. Seeing that they didn't know what to call him, he waved his hand to make them stand up, and then said: "From now on, my name will be 'Wu Ming', the name of the mouth is 'Wu', and the name of the Ming Dynasty is 'Ming'." '. As for the title, you can be more casual and just call me 'Old Man'."

He Haishun was startled: "How dare my subordinates be so presumptuous?"

The little old man smiled and said: "'Old' means a person with a long life; 'Tou' means a head of state; 'Son' means a sage. Calling me this is the greatest respect you can show me."

What he said was natural, as if the "old", "head" and "son" interpreted in this way should be placed in his body.

He Haishun hurriedly bowed and responded: "Yes, old... old man!"

Seeing that Wu Ming was smiling and seemed to be in a good mood, he bravely asked: "The old man said that he needs help from his subordinates to do something, but he doesn't know what it is?" Wu Minghun said two words nonchalantly: "kill?"

Although a group of people were already engaged in the business of killing people and taking wealth, they were still surprised when they suddenly heard these two words.

Wu Ming said leisurely: "Speaking of it, harvesting human lives and reselling them at a high price should be the second oldest business after selling one's body. However, I really can't shame myself for running the first one, so I can only deal with the second one. Besides, this industry should be more exciting, more colorful, and more exciting - of course, if it is run properly, the income should be more."

When everyone heard him talk about an industry full of darkness and blood so lightly, his gentle tone and kind smile were actually full of indifference to all life in the world, they felt an unspeakable chill in their hearts.

Wu Ming looked at He Haishun and smiled and said, "I see that you have killed people before. What do you think are the most important qualities for a best murderer?"

He Haishun really couldn't keep up with the little old man's thinking. He racked his brains to think quickly and tentatively guessed a few answers: "Martial arts? Wisdom? Patience?"

Wu Ming shook his head: "The best killer must not only be able to kill, but also be able to escape without leaving any trace. This of course requires strong martial arts to ensure execution, great wisdom to formulate plans, and great patience to wait for the opportunity. But the most needed quality is 'anonymous'."

"Wu Ming?" Everyone looked at him blankly.

Wu Ming knew that they would be wrong, so he explained with a smile: "It is the 'nameless' of 'the nameless'. Only the 'nameless' will not be guarded before killing people; they will not be found after killing people."

He Haishun said doubtfully: "I am ignorant, dare I ask how to become 'nameless'?"

Wu Mingdao: “To be ‘anonymous’, you need to be ‘invisible’.”

He Haishun became even more confused and asked with a guilty conscience: "Can people really become invisible?"

Wu Ming patiently preached and answered questions: "This 'invisibility' does not mean that people can't see it, but that people can't think of it. If you have a reputation as a righteous knight, others can only see it. Your identity as a knight, but your identity as a murderer cannot be seen, then you have become 'invisible' and 'nameless'."

He Haishun's face turned red: "The old man has exalted his subordinates. To be honest, my subordinates were originally thieves who pretended to be Japanese pirates and plundered along the coast. How could they have the status of a righteous knight, let alone gain a reputation?" outstanding'?"

Wu Ming had a plan in mind: "This is what I will do next. I will use secret techniques to help you reborn, and teach you martial arts skills that are rare in the world, so that you can use martial arts to rank among the masters of the world, with a new look. Return to Middle-earth with your identity and prepare this 'Invisible Man' organization for me."

After saying that, without waiting for anyone to react, he opened his hands outward, and large gray-white filaments flew out from his palms, wrapping everyone into cocoons that were several sizes smaller.

He Haishun and others seemed to have lost consciousness for an instant, and they all remained standing and frozen in place.

Wu Ming retracted his palm, and the rosy color on his face faded a little.

He stood with his hands behind his hands, looked into the island and said to himself: "I will settle here in the future, and I will always find a way to make myself more comfortable. It seems that the first thing after letting these people go back is to get some craftsmen and supplies Come here.”

　The branch plot has been explained, and the next chapter gets back to business.

　　
  　
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