Starting from Douluo to become a god against the sky

"Hey..."

"Sisi, I'm about to take off, I was yesterday..."

"What! You awakened a god-level martial arts soul?"

Su Yuntao nodded excitedly, and explained the situation of his awakening and the matter of asking Matthew Nuo to submit the report.

He looked at Si Si excitedly, now Si Si's attitude towards him should have changed a lot.

"You are really amazing, then I will wait for your good news." Sisi boasted.

Her eyes flickered, and she secretly decided in her heart that she must find an opportunity to ask Matthew Nuo clearly, she didn't want the position of the Lord to fall on Su Yuntao's head.

I believe that with her charm, the old pervert Matthew Nuo will definitely help her without hesitation.

...

After Sisi and Su Yuntao left, Matthew Nuo quietly walked out, put on a black cloak, and walked out from the back door of Wuhun Hall.

Half an hour later, he came to a small restaurant that looked ordinary and walked to the front desk attendant.

"Hello, I come from the world and want to take a walk in hell." Matthew Nuo's voice was a little hoarse.

The waiter's expression changed and he walked out hastily, "Please, please."

Matthew Nuo nodded, and followed the waiter into a box.

The waiter clicked on a spot on the wall, and a hidden door suddenly appeared, and the two walked in.

"I want to see your chief rudder." Matthew Nuo's voice sounded in the dim underground corridor and took out a token.

The waiter looked a little respectful, and took Matthew Nuo to a room, "You wait a moment, I'll notify the rudder."

Matthew Nuo sat down naturally. He had been to this place many times, and he was not unfamiliar and had no fear.

Half an hour later, Matthew Nuo walked out of the restaurant, and in that underground room, there was a tall middle-aged man.

He sat there quietly, with a hideous Shura mask on his face, and a blood-red breath surrounded him with a forceful aura.

A document was placed on the table in front of him.

"Want to kill a six-year-old child? Make an accidental death? Holy Soul Village... Then arrange a bronze envoy to go."

The Bronze Medal Messenger is more than enough to deal with a hundred ordinary adults, let alone just a child?

"Lifeless!" The middle-aged man's voice sounded.

After a while, a black-haired and dark-eyed teenager walked in. He was ordinary-looking, thin in figure, indifferent, with thin and long fingers and prominent hand bones, making him powerful.

His eyes are unusually indifferent, there is no emotion or life in them.

"Foster father." The boy's voice was cold, making the middle-aged man frowned.

"How many times have I said that? You are an assassin when you perform missions. In normal times, you are an ordinary person. You must know how to disguise your emotions."

The young man did not speak, but just nodded lightly, making the middle-aged person a little helpless.

He directly lost the information in his hand, "This is your task this time, and it will be completed within three days."

The boy didn't even look at it. He stretched out his hand to catch the rapidly flying materials, nodded lightly, turned and walked out.

The middle-aged man looked at the departed figure, with admiration in his eyes, some love, and a little guilt...

...

In Tang Hao's iron shop, there was a tinkling sound at this time, two small figures were waving hammers, and Tang Hao was sitting on the side and pointing from time to time.

The black hammer in Tang San's hand was a small forging hammer specially forged by Tang Hao, weighing a full twenty catties.

The forging hammer in Jiang Chen's hand was much larger. This was one of the forging hammers used by Tang Hao, weighing one hundred jin.

Tang Hao used a lot of forging hammers, this was the lightest one, but when he saw the scene where Jiang Chen swayed freely, Tang Hao and his son couldn't help being shocked.

This is simply not human!

Jiang Chen seemed to be tireless, constantly raising the forging hammer in his hand, then smashing it down hard.

Tang San's unwillingness to admit defeat was also aroused, and he wanted to compare Jiang Chen with who would last longer.

However, ten minutes later, Tang San was already sweating profusely and was almost exhausted, but Jiang Chen was only sweating slightly.

Seeing Tang San stop, Jiang Chen also stopped forging and wiped his sweat.

Forging according to Tang Hao's instructions, all parts of the body can be exercised, and the effect is not worse than running with that stone roller.

Tang San curiously leaned in front of Jiang Chen and broke Jiang Chen's hand away, but found that Jiang Chen's palm was still so white and tender, and there was no wear and tear.

"Really abnormal!" Tang San couldn't help but mutter.

Chapter 15 The Drowned Boy

Time flickered, and two days passed.

In the early morning, before the sun had risen, on the side of the small road outside Shenghun Village, under a big tree, stood a boy who looked eleven or twelve years old.

He looks ordinary, the only special thing about him is his cold eyes without any emotion, and his hands with slender and strong fingers.

At this moment he is holding a document in his hand with some information written on it

Jiang Chen, six years old, just awakened Wuhun, Wuhun zombie, innately full of soul power, is regarded as a plague god by everyone in the holy soul village, born with supernatural power, and likes to fish in the water in the morning...

The information on the data is extremely detailed, and there is even a portrait of Jiang Chen with a similarity of eight to nine points.

This information is summarized by their organization after a day of investigation and Matthew Nuo's information.

The killer organization has professionals specializing in investigating intelligence, and it is not difficult for the villagers in Shenghun Village to ask Jiang Chen's information unconsciously.

The time that Matthew Nuo gave them was three days, and now one day has passed, and the boy is also ready to act.

"Zombie Martial Soul? What kind of Martial Soul is this?" The teenagers are a little confused. As killers, they often assassinate various targets. They also have their own set of research on Martial Soul, but they have never heard of what is. Zombie Wuhun.

When he saw Jiang Chen's natural supernatural power, his dull face showed a trace of disdain, and he lamented that the investigators were too cautious, even writing such useless information.

A six-year-old child, even if he was born with divine power, could he still escape from his nineteenth-level spirit master?

In his opinion, the so-called natural divine power is no more than one hundred catties, and it is very likely that the villagers of Shenghun Village are exaggerating.

It is a pity that the investigator did not see the scene where Jiang Chen was running with a stone roller, otherwise he would definitely circle the words "natural power" with a red pen and give a detailed explanation.