An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

In the courtyard, Yu Heng let go of Uncle Qi's body and turned around, no longer looking at the sallow old man on the ground.

He whispered, "Dispose of the body..."

Everyone, look at me and I look at you. I don’t know what it means to dispose of a corpse. Tianshu explained softly, "Take all the corpses out and bury them."

"No, let's burn the body and the villa on fire..." Yu Heng waved his hand and cut off Tianshu.

Then he said, "The people in the government are not pigs. Sooner or later they will find this place. The blood all over the place cannot be justified. It is better to just start a fire."

"Go ahead."

Zhao Jiu, who was mixed in the crowd, caught the word "official" in an instant, but he said nothing and silently followed a few people around him to set fire to the middle courtyard.

"Old Qi, what the hell are you doing? Come with me! This stupid boy is still on the girl's body!"

The masked man holding a torch pulled Zhao Jiu, who was still about to move forward, and couldn't help teasing him.

"Let's go, kid. I'll find you a ten-year-old man after this deal. Damn it, that old bustard lied to me last time and said he just came out of the government not long ago. Damn it, he's at most two years younger than me!"

The masked man complained as he walked, his dark face trembling, and even the torch in his hand was shaking, which made Zhao helplessly shake his head.

What kind of qualities are you talking about in your crotch during your working time?

The masked man on the left thought that Zhao was dissatisfied and said with a smile, "Seventh, don't be dissatisfied. I gave you the youngest one last time. The boss treated us well!"

The boss holding the torch said proudly, "Well, who else can my brothers look after? Don't forget, we are from the same village..."

"I see, this kid is not dissatisfied, he is thinking about it!" The masked man on the right patted Zhao Jiu, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

These words made the two of them laugh for a while, but Zhao felt resentful and said, "How can a little girl be so fragrant as a woman..."

"Hey, our seventh child has grown up!"

"Hahahahaha." The three laughed loudly and gave thumbs up on both sides. "Next time, the older one will be yours."

"If it doesn't work, just say so and give up! I will choose it myself!"

"This kid still has a temper!"

...

The journey is not long, just a few words away. As soon as the boss opened the door, he was so angry that he took two steps back. He raised his hand to fan and cursed, "What the hell, what are you putting here? Isn't this a warehouse?"

"Whatever, just throw the fire away and get it done." Zhao said dissatisfiedly behind him.

Although this house is large, it is empty, even the floor is clean, and has no value. He didn't want to waste time in a place like this, so he simply urged.

The boss shook his head, "That's not possible. We won't get any money if we don't do the job well. In this way, the three of you, Seventh, go to other houses to sprinkle kerosene first, and I will go over after lighting this house."

The three of them had just taken a few steps when the boss behind them said, "Keep a close eye on the kerosene and don't pour it all at once. This kerosene is more expensive than our lives!"

"Fang 뀞, we understand." The three of them said in unison.

After leaving the house, he parted ways with the two of them, and Zhao went straight to the largest room. When I opened the door and took a breath, there was no musty smell, but a faint stale smell.

It smells like rice, millet, wheat, and bean, which seems to be soybean. But there are not many people in this place and it is not far from the city. Why do we need to store so much winter grain?

Although he didn't understand, Zhao still followed the boss's instructions, sprinkled kerosene on the wood, and then couldn't wait to go to the next room.

The second room is bigger, and when you open the door, a different smell hits your face. Sprinkle the fire oil on it and then walk back.

Four rooms in a row all have the same smell: the stale smell of different foods. 놙It means the taste becomes lighter as it goes later.

When I opened the door of the last room, the old smell was so light that I couldn't smell it unless I smelled it carefully. Go around the house, blow the fire stick and measure the distance from the ground to the roof.

Then he jumped on the scale and touched the wall, and found that the traces of friction extended very high, almost a foot below the beam.

Jump off the beam and examine the ground carefully with the faint light of the fire. Although the middle of the room is clean, there are still a few grains of various grains in the corners.

I picked up a grain of rice and threw it in my mouth to chew. The rice was very fragrant and it seemed that it had not been there for long.

"Can we eat so much food in the villa?"

Although he didn't know how many people were in the villa, they couldn't be more than Zhao Prison. Zhao Yu doesn’t even have that much food in stock, so why store so much here?

Saving one year's worth can still be understood as being prepared, but isn't it a fool to store four or five years' worth? Food is not gold, it will become moldy and spoil.

Could it be that they want to hoard? That’s not right either! This place is a grain-producing area, and Jiangnan is next door. Food is not a rare commodity in this place. Why should we hoard things that can't make money?

"Lao Qi, what are you doing squatting on the ground? You won't eat yourself in this place, will you?"

As soon as I blew out the fire and collected the food that fell on the ground into the space, I heard the boss's rough voice behind me.

Zhao stood up and pretended to put his hands in his pockets, denying, "What are you talking about, boss? The money in my pocket fell to the ground, and I lit it on fire and just found it. I feel like eating my own person, really."

The boss looked Zhao Jiu up and down with suspicious eyes, and smiled nonchalantly, "You kid. It's not a big deal to eat yourself. If you spill kerosene here, don't light it yourself."

"How could it be? Boss, what are you doing?"

"How can I light the fire if you don't come out?" He complained angrily.

"Okay, come out now, this money is more important than women!" After patting his pocket, Zhao walked briskly.

After leaving the door, he whispered, "Don't tell the boss, boss..."

"What are you talking about, kid? We come from the same place, how can we do this kind of thing?"

The boss comforted Zhao Jiu while going in to light the fire. As the fire light rose little by little, the boss walked out holding a torch, patted the dust on his body, and pulled Zhao forward.

Fires lit up one room after another, and the four of them walked forward in a playful manner, and met a man wearing a strange mask halfway.

The boss who was walking in front took the lead and bowed, "Mu'an protector."

"Is the fire burning?"

"Click them all."

"Yes." Mu An nodded, and then asked, "Where is Zhang Yuelu? Have you seen anyone else?"

The four of them looked at each other and said in unison, "I have never seen the Moon Deer Protector. The four of us have been following Mr. Yuheng in the front yard to do things."

Mu'an did not doubt the four people's words. He waved his hand and walked back, muttering as he walked, "Where is this Yuelu going? Didn't you let him cut off the queen? Why can't anyone see it? You still have to hunt down a few people who have no cultivation level." "So long?"

"Wait to be punished..."

The four of them pretended not to hear anything and walked forward silently, blending into the crowd.

The fire gradually ignited and reflected on Yu Heng's mask, making it look hideous and terrifying. After looking around and counting the number of people, he said, "Let's go."

It wasn't until everyone left the villa that Yu Heng turned around and asked Tianshu behind him, "What's going on? First, Yuelu, why is Mu'an missing now, and these two people stayed together and flew away?"

Tianshu shook his head, these two were not his, he didn't care if they stayed together and flew together.

After sighing, Yu Heng turned around and followed Tianshu towards the direction. After taking a few steps, a familiar voice came from behind.

"Two... elders, no, not good."

"Yuelu, Yuelu, he died in the backyard!"

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