Ling He suddenly woke up from his deep sleep. Even before he opened his eyes, he suddenly slapped his body with the palm of his hand, trying to make his body jump up. Then he touched the poison sac on his waist with his right hand, and the palm that was slapped under his body was directed towards his arm. When I touched the sleeve arrow, the whole set of movements was completed in one go, without the slightest smell of dragging water. But what surprised Ling He was that when his hand was patted under his body, it was soft and without any internal strength. His body lay motionless on the bed, but his head was raised, but obviously the result was his neck. There was a crisp "click" sound and it was twisted directly. With a muffled "thud" sound, Ling He's head hit the unknown thing underneath him hard. The pain made Ling He grin, and then he slowly opened his eyes. ??Empty. The place where I am is in a room with extremely simple decoration. Under my body is a simple big bed. The reason why it is called a big bed is because this bed is really too big. It is probably even a big bed. It was more than enough for ten people to sleep side by side, and Ling He was lying in the middle of the bed in a large shape by himself. Looking around the room, the furnishings are extremely simple, with a wooden table, four chairs, a teapot on the table, two teacups, a bronze mirror against the wall, and the rest is a steel mirror in the southeast corner of the room. It was made into something similar to a desk. Although the desk was not as big as the big bed under him, it was not too much compared to the beds that normal people sleep on. On the steel table, there are precision instruments and drawings that look like ghost drawings. Although clothes are scattered all over the floor and the room looks a bit messy, only on the metal table, everything is They are all placed in an orderly manner. "What's wrong with me? Before wasn't I on a mission?" Ling He knocked hard on his head that had not yet woken up, recalling the incomplete memories in his head. To be precise, it was him Related memories from the previous life! Ling He is a killer and a cultural relic thief. However, although Ling He is the number one killer in the world, almost everyone in the world is familiar with his identity as a cultural relic thief. This completely opposite situation, It is precisely because Linghe is the last successor of the ancient martial arts of the Tang clan in Sichuan! Everyone knows that Ling He will never let anyone see the flaws in his killing. No matter how strict the guards are to protect the target, Ling He can make the target die without warning, and all of them are close to natural death. This exquisite assassination ability, similar to that of a mechanic, once made the world's top "machinist" organization want to recruit him. However, Ling He, who seemed carefree on the surface, was actually a real person. As an angry young man, he believed that the Yanhuang blood flowing in his body could only allow him to serve China. As for other foreign organizations, he was indifferent even if they offered higher prices. In this era of decline of ancient martial arts, those who could fly over walls and walls in the past martial arts world have become characters in novels. But what no one knows is that those powerful sects in the past have retired to the barren mountains and ridges, and continue to The inheritance of one¡¯s own sect. Ling He is an orphan. It is said that he was picked up from the mountain by his master, whom he calls "Old Man". As soon as Ling He became sensible, the old man began to teach him the art of poison and told him that he would be the ancient Tang Sect. The last successor of Wu! Ling He also had several senior brothers at that time, but later he finally understood why he was the so-called "last successor". On the day he left the army, the old man arranged an unforgettable ceremony for them, which was to imprison them. In the Ten Thousand Poison Cave, they were allowed to kill each other, and only the last person who came out alive could get his inheritance. A bloody and tragic killing began in the Ten Thousand Poison Cave. When Ling He slashed the throat of the little junior sister he liked with a knife, and blood spurted out on his face, Ling He felt something in his mind in a daze. It collapsed and gradually moved away from itself. And when he stabbed the broken knife in his hand into the old man's chest like a god of death, there was an inexplicable smile on the old man's face, and finally handed him a copy of the "Poison Emperor's Sacred Book" He passed away suddenly without explaining a single word to him in the ancient book. Ling He, who accepted the inheritance of this sect, changed his temperament drastically. With his rare skills and his unpredictable poison skills, he entered the world of killers. In just three years, Ling He became The king of the killer world is known as the "Poison King". Since he was using poison, Ling He has never appeared in front of others with his true face. Whether he is accepting tasks or completing tasks, Ling He appears as a stalker among the masses every time. killAfter hitting the target, he disappeared. Not even the connectors knew what Ling He looked like, because everyone he had seen was dead. After some people completed the mission in Linghe, some people refused to pay the sky-high commission because the target looked too much like a normal death. Linghe had no response to this, but within a week, some people refused to pay the commission. The employer will also die unexpectedly. Everyone knows that this is the Poison Emperor proving to the world that since you don't believe that I am the one who killed him, then I will just kill you to make you understand. In Ling He's eyes, murder, like theft, is a gorgeous art. After performing this art, someone must pay for it. Otherwise, what he performs cannot be called art, because It's worthless. ¡°No one in the killer world knows Ling He¡¯s name, they just call Ling He the Poison King. As for the circle of cultural relic thieves, there are quite a few people who know Ling He¡¯s real name and appearance. When he was tired of killing, Ling He would also buy some works of art and enjoy them by himself. When he studied with the old man in the mountains, the old man also taught him some knowledge about cultivating cultural sentiments, so Studying antiques was the only way Ling He could calm down after killing someone. But for some of the treasures in large museums, Linghe cannot obtain them with money, so he will naturally use some illegal means to steal them. Under normal circumstances, Ling He steals things from foreign museums. The euphemistic reason is that he wants to make a name for himself in the domestic collecting community, but every good treasure that Ling He plays with will be placed in his own underground collection room. Inside, it can be said that the treasures Ling He has accumulated over the years are enough to open a small museum. And the last impression he had in his previous life was that he had stolen a copy of "Jiangshan Policy" from the British Museum, which was said to be China's most wonderful book. However, Linghe didn't know who leaked the news and was actually captured on the border. More than ten mercenary groups besieged him. The reason why Guwu declined was because of the development of firearms. After killing dozens of people, Ling He also reached the limit of his body. When he was unable to look at the overwhelming bullets pouring around him, Ling He raised the corners of his mouth. With a self-deprecating arc, Dayan was finally blinded by Dayan. He never expected that this sky-high price deal was actually a hidden reward for him in disguise! "It's worth it." Ling He sneered. The number of corrupt officials, local tyrants and bullies who died in his hands in this life, plus criminals from various countries, was at least a thousand. They all said that killing one would be enough, and killing two would earn one. , I¡¯m worth it! "The long world and the endless worldOld man, I'm afraid your inheritance will be cut off here." Thinking of his master who died under his own hands, Ling He closed his eyes slightly, and there was a trace of teasing on the corner of his mouth. of arc. However, what Ling He didn't notice was that when the blood on his arm dripped down on the scroll of Jiangshan Ce, the originally plain and simple ancient scroll actually gave off a bright brilliance. Then he fainted and after waking up , came here. "Hahaha" At this thought, Ling He couldn't help but laugh to the sky, and stretched out his hand to slap the bed under him hard. "Young Master is awake! Young Master is awake!" Hearing the noise coming from inside the house, a girl wearing classical clothes opened the door and walked in. After seeing Ling He's appearance, she couldn't help but blurted out and whispered, Then he quickly turned around and ran out. "Young Master? What's going on? Am I not dead?!" With the girl's intervention, Ling He couldn't help but froze on the spot. His mind gradually calmed down, and strange memories entered Ling He's mind. , making Ling He stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning. "This is not hell. Am I not dead? I've traveled through time?!" Ling He couldn't help but pinch his skin that even a woman would be jealous of. He clearly felt the pain, then jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror. Next to him, looking at the unfamiliar and slightly feminine face in the mirror, Ling He's cheeks couldn't help but twitch slightly. He wanted to curse, but a dog squatting on the ground suddenly said: "Brother, you're awake. ?" "Cao Ni Ma! The dog actually opened his mouth to speak?" Ling He was so shocked that he almost jumped up.