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With this, the foundation of Xianyuan Shengzhou was naturally uprooted, no longer posing any threat to him. Fu Jian gently caressed the Book of Life and Death in his hand; this mysterious treasure could pinpoint the locations of all assassins in Difu. With just a single strand of hair, it could accurately reveal the whereabouts of the target. This was the trump card of Difu's assassins and a key to control.
After donning the Judge's Mask, Fu Jian emerged like a ghost, ready to kill. Guided by the Book of Life and Death, he first sought out Rewarding Good and Punishing Evil, whose strength was neither the strongest nor the weakest. Although it was nominally represented by two individuals, in reality, there were four. This was a twisted amusement set up by Yan Wang himself. Fu Jian had once asked Yan Wang about it, and Yan Wang had replied that he enjoyed watching people become confused and terrified when faced with such illusions.
Rewarding Good and Punishing Evil should have been counted as one person with two names, but in truth, each name represented a different assassin. Fu Jian's figure glided through the streets of Xianyuan Shengzhou like a specter, silently traversing its alleys. He gripped the Book of Life and Death tightly; its cold touch felt like an invisible bond between him and Yan Wang, guiding him toward his target.
His heart was devoid of turmoil, filled only with coldness and resolve. Having embraced the path of killing, he had sharpened his emotions to a razor's edge. At last, he arrived at the residence of the one who rewarded good deeds.
It appeared to be an ordinary house but concealed unknown secrets within. Fu Jian, wearing the Judge's Mask, hid in the shadows, observing the situation inside the residence. The one who rewarded good was a middle-aged man dressed in luxurious robes; his face bore a kind expression, yet his eyes revealed a hint of cunning.
He sat in his study, savoring fragrant tea while flipping through a thick ledger. A smug smile lingered on his lips; clearly, this ledger contained numerous clandestine transactions and dealings.
On the other hand, Shan was a burly man clad in black, exuding an air of gentleness. He was training a group of subordinates in the backyard; their movements were synchronized and precise, indicating they were a well-trained team. A cruel glint flickered in Shan's eyes; with every command he shouted, his subordinates executed without hesitation, as if they were mere pawns at his disposal, ready to be sacrificed at any moment.
Fu Jian coldly observed this scene without an ounce of sympathy in his heart. He knew that although these individuals appeared to live well on the surface, their methods were extremely immoral—one could even say they were heinously evil.
They exploited their power and status to oppress the weak and seek personal gain, and they were already deserving of death. Moreover, all these deeds were recorded in the Book of Life and Death.
The moment they dripped blood onto the Book of Life and Death, everything they did would be documented. Fu Jian's figure flickered, appearing outside the Hall of Goodness like a ghost. He gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Shang heard the movement and looked up, only to see a shadow wearing a Judge's Mask standing before him, holding a gleaming blade.
"Judge! You... you said you wouldn't interfere with us anymore?!" Shang exclaimed in panic.
Fu Jian replied softly, "It's not that I won't interfere with you; it's just that my duty is to guard the mountain, so I can't leave or waste time on insignificant characters like you. Now that the King of Hell has arrived, you can only pay with your lives! Hmph."
Fu Jian coldly raised his blade and swung it down. Shang's eyes widened in shock; he didn't even have time to react before a deep gash appeared on his throat. He opened his mouth to say something but could only emit a gurgling sound before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.
At that moment, Shan suddenly caught a whiff of blood. For someone of his caliber as a top assassin, this was nothing unusual. He spun around sharply, only to see a shadow flash before him. Just as he intended to fight back, he felt a chill at his neck and then lost consciousness.
Shan's body fell to the ground, eyes wide open, unable to close them even in death. Fu Jian coldly observed this scene without a hint of emotion. He knew this was just the beginning.
"Sleep well, you deserving souls."
Punishment and Evil—these two words represented assassins with starkly different personalities yet equally ruthless natures. Punishment was slender with a sinister face; his sunken eyes glimmered like those of a venomous snake. He preferred wearing tight black clothing, moving silently like a ghost. Evil, on the other hand, was a corpulent man with a face full of flesh; his smile always bore a hint of savagery, as if toxic venom could spill from his lips at any moment. He dressed extravagantly but could not hide the cruelty that emanated from his very bones.
When news of Shang and Shan's deaths reached them, Punishment and Evil were reveling in a luxurious tavern. Their subordinates rushed in hurriedly, panic evident on their faces as they delivered the news. A flicker of surprise crossed Punishment's eyes, quickly followed by intense vigilance. He set down his wine cup and asked in a deep voice, "What happened? Who did this?"
The subordinate trembled as he replied, "I... I don't know. The person appeared too suddenly; Shang and Shan had no chance to react before being killed with one strike."
Upon hearing this, Evil's chubby face twitched with anger as he slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Could it be that Difu sent someone to eliminate traitors?"
A hint of unease flashed in the eyes of the Punisher, but he quickly composed himself and sneered, "Impossible! Most of those who betrayed Difu are already dead; the rest are just their descendants. Difu wouldn't randomly start a massacre and include us, would they?"
Horrified, his expression softened slightly, but he still felt uneasy. "That’s not certain. You’ve heard the elders talk about the King of Hell. What if he really wants to carry out a thorough cleansing? Wouldn’t we be in danger too?"
The Punisher pondered for a moment, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. "No way. The King of Hell has been missing for a thousand years; he might already be dead."
Sighing, he continued, "Regardless of whether it's someone from Difu or not, we need to investigate thoroughly. If it truly is Difu trying to clean house, we can't just sit back and wait for our doom."
Horrified nodded, his plump body shaking as he stood up. "Right! We must get to the bottom of this. If it is someone from Difu, we should strike first and eliminate them."
The two exchanged determined glances, resolute light flickering in their eyes. They understood that this matter was serious; if they couldn't uncover the truth quickly, they might end up like the others who had met their demise.
Thus, they immediately summoned their subordinates to begin investigating the identity and background of this mysterious assassin.
However, unbeknownst to them, a figure floated silently in the sky above. This figure was none other than Judge Fu Jian: "You think you can strike first? Ha! Your fates have long been sealed in my hands. What a bunch of trash you've raised! How boring!"
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