I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 107 Long time no see, Ning Zhe

Ning Zhe's hand rubbing the bone flute suddenly froze, and even his breathing stopped for an instant.

The terrifying aura behind him was only half a foot away from him, and before that, he hadn't noticed anything.

Ning Zhe stiffened his neck, turned his pupils, and glanced behind him.

The white-robed man held out his hand to him.

Ning Zhe's pupils shrank suddenly, and a hidden sword with a cold light quickly shot towards him. At the same time, his body reacted very quickly and turned sideways, and flew to the side at high speed, pulling away from him in the blink of an eye.

"Who!?" Ning Zhe fell to the ground, knelt on one knee, supported the ground with one hand, and raised his head coldly.

The man in white robe didn't say a word, he didn't even move his eyes, he just stood there, his knuckle fingers gently clamped Ning Zhe's Hidden Blade, watching him quietly.

The moment he looked up and saw the man's face clearly, Ning Zhe's eyelashes trembled violently, his lips parted slightly, his expression was a bit distorted: "Master...Master!?"

This white robe is none other than the High Priest who rarely walks out of the Zodiac Pavilion.

"I'm not your master anymore." The high priest looked at him for a while, then said lightly, his voice had a vague and ancient flavor.

Ning Zhe showed a wry smile, with a disappointed expression on his face, "...Yes, High Priest."

The high priest's eyes fell on his ferocious face, and he remained silent.

Ning Zhe slowly stood up from the ground, and quickly cleaned up his expression, with a submissive smile on his lips, as if he was relieved, and said: "Just now I thought someone was coming to kill me, so I moved first I didn't think it was you who came, the high priest, but luckily I didn't get hurt."

He paused, then curled his mouth again, as if accusing, with a soft voice: "Why don't you make a sound, what if I accidentally hurt you?"

The high priest was silent for a while, and looked at him for a while.

In the past, Ning Zhe always spoke one word at a time, slow and concise. It is rare to be so lively and talk so much in one breath like tonight.

This made him look like a teenager who finally met the person he was thinking of.

Anyone who saw it would have to smile knowingly, being deceived by his appearance.

However, the high priest remained silent, just staring at Ning Zhe without making a sound.

His expression was hidden in a vast darkness, Ning Zhe couldn't see clearly.

Ning Zhe closed his mouth, narrowed his eyes slowly, quietly put his hands behind his back, and the cold light between his fingers never faded.

"I haven't seen the high priest for a long time, and the high priest is still so indifferent." Ning Zhe had nothing to say, took a breath quietly, and tensed up to make a move.

At this moment, the high priest finally moved.

The man in white robe lightly raised his hand, flicked off the Hidden Sword, walked slowly, and walked to Ning Zhe quietly.

The snow-white and complicated robe was stained with moonlight, and the long sleeves fluttered in the wind, floating with the wind, ethereal like a fairy descending into the world, bringing a powerful pressure that was hard to ignore.

Ning Zhe suppressed the urge to retreat, clenched his fists, lowered his head, hiding the vigilance in his eyes.

"You are afraid of me."

The high priest looked down at him with indifferent eyes.

From his angle, he could see the young man's quietly lowered head and his slender and graceful neck.

"No." The young man slightly raised his eyes to look up at him, with a quiet and soft smile in his eyes, "I like Master the most."

At this moment, he was docile like a fawn, letting go of the spikes all over his body.

However, the high priest knew that all of this was just a facade he pretended.

Through the hazy gray eyes of the high priest, he could see the calm and ruthless spirit hidden deep in the boy's heart through the boy's body.

The boy's seemingly friendly laughter just now was actually just his way of showing affection.

If he doesn't respond, then the boy will attack without hesitation, and will die with him even if he wants to die.

The high priest knew better than anyone else the cruel and ruthless nature of this young man.

It's just that in the past, teenagers were not so easy to be seen through.

To make him into the frightened bird he is now, he must have suffered a lot during this period of time.

The high priest slowly stretched out his hand, ignoring Ning Zhe's slightly trembling body, put his dry and cold palm on the top of his hair, and rubbed it gently.

Ning folded his eyelashes and trembled slightly, as if a little flattered, "Great...high priest..."

"Azhe." The high priest called his name softly, with a faint and old voice, as if it came from a long time ago.

Ning Zhe stared at the ground tightly, breathing very slowly, and the sound of needles falling could be heard quietly in the house.

"You've been outside for too long."

As soon as he finished speaking, the high priest felt his body froze for a moment.

He withdrew his hand, and said in a calm voice, "You promised me that you would come back in three days. You have broken your promise."

Ning Zhe was quiet for a while, and then said in a trembling voice: "You, even you... want to take me away?"

The high priest glanced at him, and said: "You are the god of Da Yue, the general of Da Yue, it's time for you to come back."

"Go back..." Ning Zhe was at a loss, "What are you going to do..."

Ning Zhi wanted him dead, but Ning Yan didn't want him either. Huo Chen hated him to the bone, and there was no room for him in the Zongheng Pavilion.

No one will be happy if he goes back.

He looked up at the high priest, and there was a deep sorrow in his eyes, which was almost solidified.

The high priest didn't move his eyebrows, and tapped the corners of his eyes lightly with his fingertips, "You can't fool me, Ah Zhe, I know, you are just thinking about how to kill me now."

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered slightly, and the emotions in his pupils gradually dissipated, turning into a dead and deep abyss.

"I really can't hide anything from you, master, father."

The following two words were spoken one by one, almost gritted their teeth.

The high priest looked at him like he was looking at an ant, "Because you are the most perfect substitute I made by myself."

Ning Zhe narrowed his eyes suddenly, and before he finished speaking, the cold light in his hand stabbed fiercely into the body of the high priest with lightning speed, so fast that even the afterimage could not be caught.

The high priest remained motionless, his gaze fell on the bone flute around his neck, "From the day you were born, you will never escape my palm."

Ning Zhe looked at the arm that had penetrated his body in astonishment.

"Why do you think you can enter the burial ground so smoothly? That's also because, when I created you, I cast a magic spell on you. It can help you cover up all prying eyes. Naturally, Suppress all prohibitions."

After the high priest finished speaking, his figure faltered for a while, starting from the soles of his feet, his body gradually turned into smoke and dissipated.

Ning Zhe's pupils shrank, he suddenly thought of something, and immediately turned to look at the mercury mirror in the room.

Under the clear moonlight, the smooth mercury was empty, and he was the only figure.

The veins on Ning Zhe's wrist suddenly popped up.

He actually didn't realize until now that the man in front of him was just a phantom with no attack power!

This is an illusion cast through a mirror. The caster does not know the specific location of the other party, nor can he see the other party's appearance, but as soon as he receives a response, he can quickly track the other party's location through the voice.

In other words, the high priest was just testing him, and he didn't even know where he was!

However, he had already talked to the high priest for so long, and he had already exposed himself!

Too careless.

Ning Zhe lowered his head, his face was expressionless, the cold blue flames in his eyes kept flickering, and the aura around him was extremely cold.

"Ning Zhe, I will wait for your return in three days."

The phantom transformed by the high priest said the last sentence before disappearing completely in the room.

With a "crash", the mercury mirror shattered and fell to the ground piece by piece, making an ear-piercing sound.

Ning Zhe walked over.

The mercury mirror refracted pieces of scattered moonlight, reflecting his terrifying face like a ghost.

"I've already retreated here."

Ning Zhe touched the sharp corners of the mirror and murmured, "I don't want anything anymore, why don't you let me go..."

"Why... you must force me to do it..."

Ning Zhe's voice was so low that he couldn't hear the words behind.

......

roof.

The Seventeenth Dark Guard withdrew his gaze, gently lowered the tiles, and flew into the night, like a nighthawk hiding in the darkness, he quickly disappeared.

"Write a letter and send it back to the palace, saying that the high priest has been found, and whether to arrest him, I ask His Majesty to decide."

"Yes!"

......

In the room, Ning Zhe cleaned up the broken mirror and regained his calm look.

The maid brought hot water, Ning Zhe washed and fell asleep.

The next day.

Sunlight falls through the carved windows into the dimly lit room.

When Ning Zhe woke up, there was another person beside the bed.

A cold gaze like a poisonous snake glued to him, scanning him from beginning to end, the malice contained in it could almost tear him apart.

The man walked slowly towards the bed, very slowly.

Or rather, move very slowly.

What he made was not the sound of footsteps, but the sound of the wheelchair rolling on the ground.

It took a long time for Ning Zhe to feel that he had come to his side, accompanied by a strong smell of blood and the stench of rotting human flesh.

Ning Zhe closed his eyes, still motionless, as if he was fast asleep.

"Ning Zhe..."

He called softly, like a devil whispering, "Long time no see, you're not dead yet..."

He let out a "hehe" laugh, whispering next to his ear, every word was so hoarse as if it had been scraped out of his chest, and the original tone could hardly be heard.

"How come you have become neither a human nor a ghost? Do you think God opened his eyes and wanted you to experience my pain?"

He touched Ning Zhe's disfigured face, and let out a strange "ho ho" laugh in his throat, and breath sprayed on Ning Zhe's cheeks, cold to the bone.

Ning Zheyin moved his fingers under the brocade quilt slightly.

It's just that before he moved, the man seemed to go crazy suddenly, and suddenly lowered his head, "But why haven't you died yet, why haven't you died yet! Look at me, look at my current appearance, I It was you who caused this! It's all you!"

"My body hurts so much, it hurts so much! I endure the pain of thousands of arrows piercing my heart all day and night, and I can't sleep because of the pain! Why! How can you sleep so well!?"

As his voice fell, a strong wind suddenly rose in his ears, and the cold air hit instantly.

With a flick of his wrist, Ning Zhe was about to strike.

Suddenly, there was a "pop", followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"Brother, you hit me..." The voice was full of disbelief, "You hit me for him?!"

Ning Zhe paused slightly, and slowly let go of the hand in the brocade quilt.

He heard a clear sneer, it was Lin Feishuang.

"Alan, if you want to die, I won't stop you, but I will never allow you to touch this man."

After Lin Feishuang finished speaking, without waiting for him to refute, he sent someone in to drag him away.

The man struggled and yelled loudly, his broken throat made a sharp and harsh sound.

Lin Feishuang stared at him with deep eyes.

Ning Zhe was curious about that person's identity, but when he heard Lin Feishuang approach him, he chuckled, "How long are you going to pretend to be asleep?"