An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

Under the dim light of the fire, Yunxian or Mr. Yun's face changed drastically.

The words of the person in front of him were far from what he had expected. Logically speaking, Zhao Jue should beg for mercy after inhaling so much poison powder, so how could he still scold him so vigorously?

Also, what does "companion" mean? Did he meet a killer who took the same order? But that's not right, he remembered that he was the only one who took the order!

Could it be that there are other killers who dare to go undercover in Jinyiwei? Isn't he afraid of Lu Wenyu?

"You..." Mr. Yun hurriedly stood up, stepped back three steps, and looked at Zhao Jue vigilantly.

And Zhao Jue just walked to the fire calmly, picked up the wood next to him and added it, and gathered the fire to make it burn more vigorously.

Then he glanced at Master Yun, "What? Did I say something wrong? Master Yun, the hermaphrodite from Jiangnan. A killer, uses poison, and is very good at light work. I heard that you like to tease step by step, and kill the other party when you are deeply in love. I wonder if it is true or not?"

Master Yun didn't say anything. This is indeed his characteristic. There is nothing to hide, but there is nothing to say.

It's just that he didn't want to say it. Zhao Jue still wanted to play, so he said disdainfully, "What a waste. You don't even dare to admit how you like to kill people. How can you be a killer? A waste among wastes!"

"Shut up! What does it have to do with you how I like to kill people? Even if you put on the flying fish suit, you are still the same as me, a killer who doesn't see the light!" Maybe the scolding made him angry, Master Yun simply stopped pretending. The delicate and charming female voice just now turned into a slightly magnetic young man's voice.

Seeing that his voice changed, Zhao Jue didn't rush to refute, but laughed. After laughing enough, he started to challenge, "Hey, I'm just trying to trick you, you really are..."

"You have a bad temper."

Before Master Yun could speak, he asked curiously, "Old Yun, we are in the same business, can you tell me who wants to kill me? How much silver am I worth?"

"I don't know. But you are worth five thousand taels!" Master Yun did not hide anything and answered briefly. We are all in the same business, so we can't hide such things.

Five thousand taels? Not bad. Zhao nodded, it seems that he is still valuable.

He gave Yun Gongzi a thumbs up, hesitated for a moment and said, "You have to give me a hundred taels of silver first..."

"Huh?" This inexplicable sentence made Yun Gongzi confused, and asked in confusion, "Why should I give you money?"

"Good question!" Zhao Jue took out a small abacus from his arms, "I'm going to kill you later, you have to pay for the action fee, the clothes cleaning fee, the mental damage fee, and the loss of work for you delaying my sleep, right? Of course, if you buy a coffin and bury it in the soil, you have to pay extra money."

"Oh, and I won't accept burning incense and paper. I have my own parents and don't want to kowtow to others..."

If the previous few words were still provocative, then these few words were naked contempt. But Yun Gongzi didn't think it was unreasonable, but admired Zhao Jue, a pure businessman.

After thinking about it, he asked cautiously, "How much money can buy my life?"

"That won't work, you started it first."

Both of them are smart people, and the mystery inside was not revealed. After all, one of them came in and started to poison, and the other put poison in the buns. Neither of them is a good person. There is no need to say it out loud, which is embarrassing. Just know it in your heart.

"Pop."

The fire burned the dry wood, making a crackling sound.

"One last question, how did you know? It can't be my poison, right?" Master Yun pulled up his posture, knowing that only one person was destined to leave alive tonight, he felt much more relaxed.

Zhao Jue did not hide it, "It was raining outside, and you walked all the way, and there was not a single spot of mud on your shoes. Tell me yourself, is it strange?"

"So that's it..."

When the afterglow faded, the two seemed to have a tacit understanding and rushed out at the same time. The true energy kept colliding between the two, and then exploded and dissipated in the wind.

"Ding"

After only a few moves, Master Yun already knew that he was not Zhao Jue's opponent in terms of skills. The two were very different. Zhao Jue's true energy was too pure and majestic, without much wild feeling, and he looked like a direct disciple of a big sect.

On the other hand, although Zhao Jue only had a few moves, his face changed. Although it is true that Mr. Yun is a wild man, his moves are weird and insidious, almost all of them are despicable. This is the first time he has met someone at this level who likes to grab crotches and poke eyes, and even changes his voice to seduce from time to time.

Damn... speechless. Compared with Mr. Yun, Zhao Jue himself thinks he is a saint!

"Hey, if such a unique killer dies in the world, how much loss will it be..."

"It's the same for everyone. You dare to be an undercover in the Jinyiwei, and you still have the nerve to talk about me?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao had disappeared on the spot. Mr. Yun became famous because of his superb light skills, but at this time he couldn't even distinguish Zhao Jue's figure.

After suppressing his uneasiness, since he couldn't tell them apart, he didn't tell them apart! Mr. Yun's white jade-like hands swung back and forth, and the pink poisonous mist continued to diffuse out with the light movement of his fingers, surrounding him and spreading into the air.

"Playing with poison! You can't do that!"

A "pop" sound was heard, followed by a "chi chi" sound like meat frying in hot oil. The light green true qi tore through the poisonous fog. Zhao Jue's true qi was invigorated, and after isolating the poisonous fog, he lightly slapped out a soft palm.

Mr. Yun's face changed drastically, and he had to rush out a palm in panic to deal with it.

"Bang!"

There seemed to be a sound of stone tablets breaking and gravel flying. Young Master Yun's Qi was forcibly dispersed, and then Zhao Jue lightly tapped his body with his toes.

"Puff"

Young Master Yun spurted blood in mid-air, smashed the door of the broken temple, and fell into the mud.

But soon he slapped the ground with both palms, used the force to rotate a circle to stand up, stepped on his feet several times, circulated his Qi to perform Qinggong, and ran away.

"Run? Can you run away?" Zhao Jue sneered, turned into a residual image, and chased after him.

Fearing an ambush, Zhao did not rush to catch up, but followed behind him not far away.

It was not until he sensed that Young Master Yun's speed had obviously decreased that Zhao Jue threw a few flying knives to limit his range of movement. Then he suddenly accelerated, and at the moment when he dodged the flying knives, he avoided the few hidden weapons he turned back and pressed a palm on his back.

As his Qi was circulating, Master Yun flew forward, knocked down a tree, and fell into the mud, panting, and no longer had the strength to get up. He didn't know how many bones were broken, and he felt as soft as a pool of mud.

Before he could come to his senses, several flying knives arrived as promised, hitting several major acupoints on his body.

"Puff."

Master Yun couldn't hold on any longer, and spit out a mouthful of blood that he had been suppressing for a long time. Blood was flowing from his nose, ears, and mouth. The most desperate thing was that his body seemed to have been poisoned, but he couldn't raise a trace of Qi.

In the open space, Zhao didn't rush to make up the knife, but drew out the embroidered spring knife behind him, untied his cloak, and looked around at the darkness.

"Come out!"

"Killing one is killing, killing a group is also killing!"