An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

He picked up a knife on the ground and walked slowly to the last person who was crawling back with his hands.

He asked with a smile, "Hey, let me ask you something. If I kill you all, will I go to hell?"

Without waiting for his answer, he continued to mutter, "I think so! But, Buddhism often says: Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot. If I don't kill you, will I..."

"Yes, yes, yes, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot! I just want to make some money to support my family!" The last killer nodded like pounding garlic.

"We have no worries and no complaints!"

The smiling man in front of him made the killer who had been in the industry for nearly ten years a little scared.

Two quarters of an hour ago, there were nine of them, but now only he was still alive, and the rest had become corpses. No! Rather than corpses, it's better to say that they are body parts or pieces of meat.

He saw with his own eyes that Zhao Jue cut his companions into pieces like meat. The reason was: they couldn't answer why they wanted to kill Zhao Jue.

Damn, killers need reasons to kill people? What a damn world!

"Shua"

The knife flashed like a thread, followed by another flash of knife light. Soon there were no bodies on the ground, only pieces of meat and rags, as well as blood-stained soil and bark.

"Fuck, you don't even want to make up a..." Zhao threw away the long knife in his hand, picked up the last person's head, and placed it on the top of the Jingguan.

Pulling out the embroidered spring knife stuck in the tree, sheathing the knife, and walking back lightly.

The fire in the ruined temple has gone out, and the charcoal fire is bright and dim. Throwing a piece of wood into the fire, blowing it carefully, the fire will soon be rekindled, illuminating the ruined temple.

Zhao looked at the fire with a heavy look in his eyes, and murderous intent kept emerging in his eyes. But now is not the time to track down who wants to kill him. The most important thing now is to reach Jiangnan safely.

Knowing that he left the capital and knew that his destination was Jiangnan, there would not be more than one hand count. But encountering an assassination in just two days, what does it mean?

This means that people knew about my departure from Beijing on the day I left. If I didn't like to hide my true ability and pretend to be a third-grade cultivator with my real second-grade cultivation, I might have been drinking Mengpo soup at Naihe Bridge.

In such a short time, I was able to accurately find myself who had disguised myself. It seems that there must be something hidden around me that can point out the direction and location for them.

My clothes, belongings, etc. have been in and out of the space, so there is no possibility of other living things. And the smell is even more impossible. This place is at least two hundred miles away from the capital, so how can the smell spread so far.

But you can't be careless. No matter if it's right or not, eliminate the doubt if you have any doubts!

Take out a pot of strong liquor from the space and remove the wooden lid to seal the mud. Take out the prepared medicine powder and realgar powder, pour them all into the wine pot, cover it with a cork and shake it well.

First take off the clothes and rub them on yourself, then take a big gulp. Then rub them on the horse and give the horse another gulp. Throw the clothes into the fire and wait quietly.

Sure enough, in less than half a minute, a small insect flew out of the horse's mane.

"Ding"

A flying knife was thrown out, and the insect was nailed to the wall. Zhao stood up and took a look. It looked like a moth.

"It seems... it's a poisonous insect, no wonder..." Zhao muttered.

It's not advisable to stay here for long! Zhao decisively took out a jar of kerosene, poured it on the carriage, and then set it on fire. There are poisonous insects on the horse, and maybe there are also in the carriage, so you can't be careless.

As the fire rose, illuminating the entire ruined temple, Zhao skillfully untied the reins and led the horse out of the ruined temple.

Although the rain in the sky did not stop, he had to go. Once the poisonous insect died, I believe the killer behind him would catch up soon. After killing all night, I really don't want to kill anymore.

At the same time, in a room in the distant village, a masked man sitting cross-legged trembled in his heart. His tightly closed eyes opened instantly, and under careful perception, the uneasy mood continued to intensify.

He hurriedly got out of bed and opened the small wooden boxes on the table, and found that the insects in two of them were dead.

"What a vigilant kid..." The man murmured in a low voice with pity, then pushed open the door and walked out.

After turning a few corners, he came to a room where several people were sitting. He said to the man sitting on the upper seat, "I lost him. That kid is too vigilant. I guess all the buyers are dead."

"Oh? Even a killer of Mr. Yun's level failed?" The man on the upper seat said indifferently, but his brows were already furrowed.

It was tricky. The failure of the assassination in the capital had already made him feel that the kid was a bit difficult to deal with, but at that time he still thought that Zhao was just lucky. Unexpectedly, Mr. Yun and the killers he sent failed one after another. This already shows that it was not good luck, but Zhao was tough.

"Failed? I guess I can still collect the body of that hermaphrodite if I go now..." The masked man found a chair and sat down, mocking, "What did I say at the beginning? I told you to be careful, but you didn't listen. You failed again and again, what will the master think of you?"

"I don't need your advice!" The man at the top slammed the table and stood up, looking around and said lightly, "Send someone to check, we can't lose that kid anyway, otherwise we'll be punished!"

Although he was angry, the masked man exhaled a few times and nodded. A bug suddenly emerged from his body, and the masked man circulated his true energy and gently tapped the bug.

After a moment, he said in a deep voice, "I have sent a signal to the people over there, they will go over, but you should be prepared, the result may not be what you want."

"It's okay, thank you..."

"No, after all, we are in the same boat."

......

On a mountain several dozen miles away from the ruined temple, the tall and thin man's hands were shaking constantly. After taking out the booklet in his arms and checking it, he loudly woke up the remaining eight people, "Get up and work, there is a message from above!"

"Boss, what did the above say?" The youngest man asked with a curious smile, holding a knife.

The boss patted his shoulder, "Wake up the others, the above wants us to take a look at the ruined temple this time."

Pointing to the ruined temple looming in the rain, the boss continued, "Everyone bring weapons, not only the ruined temple, but also the forest over there. The above specifically said to be careful, that kid is very evil."

"Okay!"

Soon the nine people gathered together, the boss counted the heads, and after finding that there were no fewer people, he said, "Let's go, don't be afraid of wasting time, be careful!"

The nine people jumped up one after another and headed towards the ruined temple.

Soon after, the boss held the knife and led the way into the ruined temple, but there was nothing inside, only two piles of ashes, one large and one small. At this time, the boss was relieved to put away the knife and said in a low voice.

"Go look around, maybe there's something else to find."

After saying that, he picked up a handful of ashes and smelled it, "The smell of kerosene..."

At this time, the youngest Lao Jiu ran back and whispered, "Boss, there's a strong smell of blood over there."

"Do you want to go over and take a look?"