Killing with a Dull Knife

In this dusty mortal world, nothing had cause or effect, no beginning or end.

Those once thought immortal had died, while those who thought they would die had survived.

On the vast snowy ground, that cold corpse was about to be buried.

Zhu Xiaoning approached him step by step with a grave expression, his heart filled with the sorrow of seeing one's kind perish.

A wisp of white mist escaped his mouth as he looked at Chen Hansheng with exceptionally complicated feelings.

This eldest old man had once been someone he placed his hopes in, yet now he lay dead at his feet.

He had come to the world of the second question, but not for the question itself.

Only he knew the reason behind it.

Zhu Xiaoning bent down gently, closed Chen Hansheng's unblinking eyes with his hand, then squatted on the ground and gazed into the distance.

Far away on the snow, a boy of around ten lay collapsed in the snow.

In such freezing weather, he wore an adult's clothes, as though he had wrapped himself in a quilt and fallen asleep soundly.

After taking the Sin Objects from the corpse, including that set of Empty Fort Strategy, Zhu Xiaoning studied the boy with an indescribable look in his eyes.

"Fang Shenyan. What a fine name..."

Blue light from a communication device flashed within his ear, followed by a man's voice. It was plainly ordinary, yet unexpectedly captivating.

Zhu Xiaoning looked at him. Some things should not have been said, but after hesitating, he still asked:

"Even Chen Hansheng died by his hand. Aren't you really going to take this chance to get rid of him?"

As that man's possession, Zhu Xiaoning had no right to ask questions, but he could not restrain his curiosity.

After all,