An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

The shadows of the trees outside the window were swaying. After lying there for a while, Zhao seemed to have thought of something, so Zhao reluctantly got up and walked out.

Soon I returned to the room carrying a pot of hot water, and closed the door. The shadows of the trees outside the window flickered strangely and violently for a moment, and soon returned to normal.

"I'm so light-hearted, but I also like to peek at students..."

"놖껩 is blessed. No matter where you go, you will die그."

Zhao had a panoramic view of the changes in the tree shadow, but he didn't care. He is just a hotel owner. What does the store owner's grudges have to do with him?

Don’t forget 깊, he is giving money to 깊! He contributes both money and effort. Is Zhao the only one who owns the store?

He didn't want to actively participate in it, and he didn't want to be passively involved, so he simply ran away. Under the melons and plums, it’s not thieves, it’s thieves.

"It's just a horse..."

"Old 그 family, old 그 family, tell me about you, oh, it would be better if you were one day late."

At the back of the village, the masked man 그 has weird steps. He doesn't look like he is walking. He looks like a bird, floating lightly on the branches.

"Is there anything unusual? Why are you back so soon?" Yu Heng was wearing a mask on the tree, and only his eyes could be seen.

The masked man hesitated for a moment and said, "There are more people in the village, what should I do?"

"Kill them all together. There are so many people in the world, so what does it matter if one more person dies and one less person dies?" Yu Heng thought about it and said subconsciously.

After saying that, he thought of the key point and asked, "Can't you see the cultivation level?"

"You really can't tell. The steps are messy, the breath is unstable, the hands are calloused, and the eyes are cloudy. It doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner, but there is murderous aura on his body, which is very strange." The masked man did not hide it, and made his feelings known. Wuyishiquan said it.

To be honest, if it weren't for that faint murderous aura, he would have already taken action when Zhao entered the door.

"Murderous aura? Who doesn't have a little murderous aura in the person who travels all over the world? Kill them all together! Don't mess with the plan."

"Okay..." The masked man didn't say anything else. He responded and jumped up, heading straight for the village.

Zhao acted as if he didn't see anything in the room. He took off his shoes and washed his feet as usual, then wiped his feet and got into bed.

땤On the tree outside the window, a masked man frowned, staring motionlessly at Zhao Jiu on the bed. He was a little unsure. This was too normal. For them, normal was abnormal.

If Zhao disappeared suddenly, or fell asleep with his arms in his arms, he would feel normal.

But Zhao just covered himself with a quilt and did nothing, even turning his back to him. In his eyes, such behavior is either a master or an ordinary person.

Seeing that there was no movement, both inside and outside the room fell into deep thought. I sometimes think that my acting is not good enough, but I have to act, so I can't give up halfway. The other person was a little hesitant, constantly changing his position and observing the room from different positions.

Time continued to pass in the two people's suspicions, and soon the month turned to days. The masked man looked up at the moon and climbed over the courtyard wall lightly.

The moment he landed, Zhao, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He finally waited, and maybe he would fall asleep later.

The masked man stood in front of the door. Instead of pushing the door open in a hurry, 꿯땤 stuck a thin needle through the crack of the door and pointed it directly at the back of Zhao Jiu's head.

As the true energy circulates, the fine needle comes out of the hand.

"Bo" sounds like your head is in the water.

The masked man was overjoyed and hurriedly opened the door and entered. Just as he was about to release the thorn in his hand, he suddenly noticed something and thrust the thorn in his other hand at high speed.

"Afterimage!" He was surprised in his heart, how could it happen so fast? In the sense of Qi, 그 is still on the bed, but in just a few breaths when the door is opened, how can he change several positions one after another.

Is it the Grandmaster level?

While he was still in surprise, two fingers flashed like ghosts, bypassing the short thorns in his hands, and pointed at his heart. Then the light green zhenqi rose up, turning his fingers into palms, pushing and pulling.

When he came to his senses and waved two short thorns in a circle to defend himself, 그 disappeared into the room again.

How could he not feel that this person was superior to him in terms of experience against the enemy and cultivation level. In addition, since he was unable to take the initiative, he had already lost the opportunity and fell into passivity.

So he kicked his heels and tried to use the force to retreat. 녦At this moment, the door suddenly closed and a bright light lit up.

Masked and in mid-air, he was in a dilemma, unable to hide or escape. He had no choice but to tilt his body desperately to avoid being cut in half.

The light flashed and the shadow disappeared again. The masked man covered his broken arm. He already knew that he was bound to die, so he just tried to scream out with the determination to die.

녦 feels like his heart is being seen through by 그. Light green Qi continued to rise in the small room, instantly appearing in all directions, with palm shadows thick and dense.

Even if you have both hands, you may not be able to escape, and now it is even more difficult to lose an arm. The short thorns kept swinging, but unfortunately it was in vain.

A light green palm grasped the slight gap and followed the masked back. The true energy entered the body, the black cloth covering his face fell off, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out. As his zhenqi became concentrated, he fell forward uncontrollably, but was soon grabbed by the neck and picked up again.

Only then did Zhao see the masked face clearly, an ugly face. There are large burn scars on both cheeks, so that the whole face is wrinkled. Even though he was being strangled, his eyes were still filled with bloodthirsty light.

"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me? This is the first time we have met, right?" Zhao asked confused.

The masked man just smiled, his face full of misery, and mocked, "Who told you to stay here tonight?"

Is it still 놖's fault? Zhao curled his lips and smiled helplessly.

"Say that." The strength in his hands gradually increased, and the masked man was a little breathless, and his breathing became heavier.

Since it was a coincidence, there was no need to ask any more questions. Simply change the topic and ask "Who are you? Why do you want to kill this man in the village? It's not because you can't kill him, so you kill a few old men to vent your anger?"

"Hehe"

"Okay, I like people with backbone. I don't know if Zhao... will you speak after this torture?" It's a bit hard to change the habit, but Zhao soon forced it back.

"It turned out to be you..." The masked man smiled brightly and said self-deprecatingly. Then a lot of black blood flowed out of his mouth, his eyes rolled up, and his whole body went limp.

"Bad luck!" Zhao, who let go of his hand in time, shook his hand in fear. Whatever, you commit suicide when you don't agree with each other. Life is so precious. It's not too late to die after all. Tell me who you are!

Imitating the face of the corpse on the ground, I changed it little by little in front of the mirror. Then I took out the black clothes and put them on, and covered my face with a black cloth.

After pushing the corpse under the bed, I put the two short spikes and several fine needles into the space, imitated the tone of the masked man for a while, and then climbed over the wall to go out.

Looking back at the room, I said as a matter of course.

"The bed is half a coffin, so I don't want money. I will use your identity as a reward."