An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

Bingzhou City, Zhao Jiu and Liu Rouwei led the horses into the city.

After running around for several days, the people and horses were exhausted. It was early winter in October, and there was a little snow. Bingzhou was located north of the Yellow River, and there was some snow.

Zhao Jiu and Liu Rouwei were wrapped in cotton robes and walked step by step in Bingzhou City. Most of the shops on both sides of the street were closed, and the vendors were not seen for several miles. The leaves were sparse, the grass was withered, and the city was in a state of decline.

The two found a restaurant. Now Zhao Jiu had a lot of things in his space that could not be exchanged for the God of Wealth, so he had to spend them well. So the two ordered a table of wine and food, only choosing the expensive ones, and ordered a pot of Bingzhou's famous wine: Liquan.

When the dishes were served, Zhao Jue took care of the space and silently said, "Open the panel."

Host: Zhao Jue

Cultivation: Fifth Rank

Martial Arts:

Chasing Stars and Moons (Perfect)

Taiqing Yuxu Sutra (Sixth Level)

Tianyuan Sword Art (Entering the Room)

Secret Techniques:

Tang Sect Mysterious. Thousands of Flowers and Blooms

Disguise Technique

Corner Breathing Technique

God of Wealth Points: 5100

Looked at the special offer mall, but still couldn't afford it. The cheapest one was Tiandi Jiaozheng Yinyang Dabei Fu, which cost 5 million God of Wealth Points. Compared with Zhuxian Sword Formation, it was simply a drop in the bucket. But 500,000 taels of silver, Zhao Jue wouldn't be worth that much even if he sold it. He could only helplessly buy five bottles of Peiyuan Dan at the original price. The fourth rank was almost done, and the vague barrier was already shaky. Five bottles of Peiyuan Dan were already foolproof, but it was a pity that there were only 2600 God of Wealth Points left.

Money can't help spending.

While Zhao Jue was still sighing silently, the dishes were already served.

Liu Rouwei had been eating for several days, and now she was craving for food. She didn't care about her image, and she grabbed the chopsticks and tried her best to pick up the food. Zhao Jue was very polite, drinking a glass of wine and eating meat, and he was very happy.

After Zhao Jue drank a few glasses of wine, he saw Liu Rouwei like a hungry ghost, and thought of the elegant and beautiful woman when they first met, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

Liu Rouwei saw Zhao Jue laughing, but she didn't get angry. Instead, she put down her chopsticks and said gently: "Zhao Jue, am I a little rude?"

"That's okay. With your face, no one knows who you are." Zhao Jue tapped his face twice with his right hand and said with a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay." Liu Rouwei breathed a sigh of relief and said jokingly: "Then thank you, Mr. Zhao, for treating me to dinner."

Zhao Jue heard the teasing meaning in the words, but just smiled and continued to drink and eat meat. He didn't respond to her words. What he was thinking in his heart was whether he should add this part when collecting the money. This kind of money can't be wasted.

Although it's not his own money.

After eating and drinking, the two found an inn with two upper rooms. They went out to buy some paper money, incense and candles, and after feeding the horse, Zhao took a pot of wine to find the shopkeeper to chat.

"Shopkeeper, are you familiar with the Jiang family?" Zhao spoke first.

The shopkeeper was using an abacus and writing down accounts on paper. He looked up and saw that it was a big customer, and he said: "Who in Bingzhou City doesn't know the Jiang family? More than 20 years ago, the Jiang family had a seventh-rank official, which was considered a glory for the family. Who would have known that it has only been a few years? Another fourth-rank official came out of the ancestral tomb. Our Bingzhou prefect was only a fourth-rank official. Not long after, he was promoted to General Zhenfu, a third-rank official. As soon as he arrived in Bingzhou, he was in a hurry to catch corrupt officials. More than 20 people were caught for collusion between officials and businessmen, and they were all dragged to the city gate and beheaded. What a good official."

Zhao listened quietly without interrupting him. It seems that Jiang Ruhai is really good, at least he has a good reputation in his hometown.

Following the shopkeeper's words, Zhao Jue persuaded him and finally found out some of Jiang Ruhai's past and his experience as a local official. Judging from what the shopkeeper said, Jiang Ruhai is indeed a character, and he really risked his life to get a third-rank rank.

After getting the information Zhao Jue wanted by asking indirectly, Zhao Jue left the wine, put his hands behind his back and went back to the room to ask.

It was midnight, the sky was pitch black, and there was no moon or stars tonight. Zhao Jue jumped out of the window and walked northwest outside the city.

On the way, Zhao Jue changed direction and pace frequently, but there was always an inexplicable feeling behind him. He looked back several times but didn't see anyone, which made Zhao Jue more suspicious. So Zhao Jue didn't hesitate and jumped onto the roof. Seeing that there was no one around, he stretched out to chase the stars and the moon. In an instant, there were many figures, rolling up snowflakes, and after a few ups and downs, he had disappeared from the spot.

At the same time Zhao Jue disappeared, a person walked out of the shadow of a street corner. Nearly six feet tall, with thick eyebrows, big eyes and thin lips, wearing a flying fish suit with embroidered spring swords, and black robes and official boots, he was the Jinyiwei.

This man was called Gu Yuan, the Jinyiwei Zhenfushi, and came to Bingzhou to investigate the murder of the imperial envoy. In the first two months in Jiangnan, except for finding out that the killer had just entered the fifth rank, there was almost no other useful information. Changzhou has been closed for more than a month, not to mention that the killer was not caught, even the information about the killer disappeared completely.

Gu Yuan felt helpless. The officials in Jiangnan were united and iron-clad. Not only did they not find any flaws, but several colleagues were inexplicably transferred away from Jiangnan. He had no choice but to leave Jiangnan and come to Jiang Ruhai's hometown to investigate. Following Zhao Jue just happened to see Zhao Jue jumping out of the window, which aroused his curiosity.

Now that Zhao Jue was no longer visible, Gu Yuan shook his head and turned away.

Not long after Gu Yuan left, Zhao Jue walked out of the dark. Zhao Jue was just trying to test it, but he didn't expect that there was really someone.

"It seems that Jiang Ruhai's matter is still not over." Zhao Jue's face was full of gloom.

Zhao didn't stay long before he turned around and left the city.

Following the location written on the banknote, Zhao went around and around and finally found the grave of Jiang Ruhai's mother.

The grave was very small, and the tombstone read "Jiang Liu's Tomb - Son Jiang Ruhai Lieutenant." Other than that, it was the year of birth and death. It was so plain that it was hard to believe that this was the grave of a blood relative of a third-rank official.

Zhao took out the Huozhezi and lit the incense candle first. After lighting three incense sticks, he then lit the paper money and other objects.

"Auntie, Mr. Jiang and I have never known each other before. Although we have been a bit harsh on each other...but, we can only say that our positions are different." Zhao said naggingly.

After saying that, Zhao kowtowed three times and said in a low voice: "The people of Bingzhou said that Mr. Jiang was a good official. You can rest in peace. I agreed to Mr. Jiang and came to visit his grave. Although the things are a bit crude, but I also share my thoughts. I hope everything is well for my aunt underground. Mr. Jiang misses you very much. "

After the paper money was burned, Zhao silently looked at Jiang Ruhai's mother's grave, feeling a little inexplicably sad.

Standing aside and waiting quietly for the three sticks of incense to burn out, Zhao Jiu exchanged the banknotes for the God of Wealth Points. This can be regarded as fulfilling Jiang Ruhai's instructions before his death.

"Auntie, I have something to do. I'll see you next time."

Not knowing whether to comfort himself or find someone to rely on, Zhao whispered something.

After saying that, Zhao put away the fire certificate, turned around and left.