An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

The rain gradually fell, and the heavy rain gradually turned into a drizzle.

In the rain, Zhao Jue's afterimage flashed by and approached Wang Jiwei at a very fast speed. In just one breath, Zhao Jue had already landed in front of Wang Jiwei.

Seeing that there was no way to escape, Wang Jiwei simply stopped running and stood quietly, asking puzzledly, "Logically speaking, a third-rank person would not go to war for a fourth-rank person, right?"

"Indeed, it wouldn't take much effort to kill you." Zhao Jue answered truthfully, emitting his true energy, sensing the location of the other two. As long as Wang Jiwei died, he would rush to kill him immediately.

In the wilderness, there were bandits, and it was normal for three people to die. No matter how they investigated, they couldn't find it on themselves.

With the intention of stalling time, Wang Jiwei continued to ask, "Do we have a grudge?"

"Today is the first time we meet, what do you think?"

"Then why do you want to kill me?" Wang Jiwei frowned and stared at Zhao Jue.

"I'm a killer, someone paid me, that's all." Zhao had guessed most of Wang Jiwei's thoughts. If he wanted to delay time, let him delay. The dead are the greatest.

Zhao looked relaxed, even smiling. To prevent him from continuing to ask, he simply spoke to stop him. "You know, it's the rule of the killer world not to betray the buyer, so I can't say who wants to kill you. But, if you want to pay, that's not a problem. I recognize money but not rules. To be honest, your head is worth a lot. Two thousand taels, not a small amount!"

Wang Jiwei saw that Zhao had stopped him from talking. At this moment of leaving a will, he couldn't ask Zhao "How are the family? Are mom and dad in good health?" Such nonsense that is obviously a waste of time. Just run the internal energy in the body and make a desperate fight. Maybe he can still fight for a chance of survival.

Feeling the change in Wang Jiwei's momentum, Zhao didn't interrupt him. He just waited quietly for him to run the internal energy to see what tricks he could play.

In just a few breaths, Wang Jiwei's internal energy rolled, and he moved his feet and rushed towards Zhao Jue. He pushed a palm towards Zhao Jue's face, and his palm was flat and extremely fast, implying a sense of internal strength.

The seemingly galloping movement seemed like slow motion in Zhao Jue's eyes. The palm that was constantly enlarging in front of him still aroused Zhao Jue's interest. It seemed that Wang Jiwei was not an ordinary person.

However, Zhao did not retreat but advanced. While the true energy was circulating, he separated Wang Jiwei's palm with one hand. With the other hand, he took advantage of Wang Jiwei's wide open middle door and punched out. The true energy was rioting, shaking off the surrounding rain curtains, and the punch was not reduced. It pushed Wang Jiwei back dozens of steps and broke several trees before it stopped.

Blood gushed out of Wang Jiwei's mouth and nose. The energy of his whole body was dispersed by Zhao Jue, but his bones and flesh were not damaged much. This happened to be Zhao Jue's intention, just to confuse people.

Wang Jiwei, who was leaning against the big tree, had no time to catch his breath, let alone adjust his energy. The rain curtain was split in an instant, and the dazzling knife light flashed by. In order to cover up his own traces, Zhao Jue did not even use his true qi, but simply used his lightness to drive the Tang sword to swing out.

As the knife light flashed, a red line gradually appeared on Wang Jiwei's neck, and the big tree behind him was cut off from Wang Jiwei's neck, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror. Then blood spurted out, Wang Jiwei's eyes widened, and his mouth was still opening and closing. He didn't believe until the moment of death that he couldn't even block Zhao Jue's move. No, it's not that he couldn't block it, but that he couldn't avoid it.

The most talented disciple of Qingcheng Mountain in a hundred years, his body and head were separated, and he died in a forest whose name he couldn't call

Zhao Jue calmly put the knife back into the sheath. Although it was a bit strange, time was tight and there was no time to think too much. While the true qi was running, he stepped on the air and disappeared instantly. The speed was so fast that even the afterimage was not very clear.

Even Wang Jiwei, who was a fourth-grade, couldn't run far, let alone two less than the fourth-grade. But after a while, Zhao returned to the cave calmly with a knife in hand. Not to mention blood, even a few drops of rainwater were not on his body. It was too easy for a third-rank person to kill a third-rank person or below!

"Are the three Taoist priests really bandits?" Li Yizhen asked tentatively when he saw Zhao coming back.

"If you want to feel better, just treat them as bandits, but in my opinion, bandits are no different from other people. The only difference is..." Zhao tied the knife to his horse and said lightly, but Zhao didn't say the last "value or not".

"I didn't see it, so why should I talk about conscience?"

Listening to Li Yizhen's seemingly teasing words, Zhao turned his head and looked at Li Yizhen. The two of them met eyes and laughed involuntarily.

See, smart people are smart people. They don't need to say too much. Just a look will understand what the other person means. Is it important whether they are bandits or not? Just a few corpses. If I say they are, then they are.

Whether it is a sincere conscience or a false conscience, the important thing is: it's not me who died.

After some activities, I couldn't stand the heat in the cave, so I stood at the entrance of the cave, thinking about whether I had missed anything. As I thought about it, I couldn't help but think more and more, and the more I thought about it, the more strange it felt.

Yes, Wang Jiwei was the most talented disciple in Qingcheng Mountain in the past hundred years. How could he not have someone to protect him? Wang Jiwei's death was a bit too simple! Even if Qingcheng Mountain wanted to hone its disciples, it should have guaranteed his safety to the greatest extent, not to mention such an important disciple. I didn't think so much when I killed him. Thinking back, I found doubts one after another. If he didn't look exactly like the portrait, Zhao would have suspected that he had killed the wrong person.

Looking at the gradually blurred rain and fog in the distance, Zhao frowned and stretched out his hand to feel the autumn rain, his heart was always restless. After a little rain accumulated in his palm, he clenched his fist and let the rain flow out from between his fingers, as if the fluctuating emotions had flowed out of his heart with the water.

If you can't figure it out, just stop thinking about it. Anyway, the silver has been taken, and you can't regret it. If you kill someone, you can't regret it. Since it can't be changed, it's useless to think about it again. It's just a waste of thought. Instead of thinking about these troubles, it's better to think seriously about how to spend the silver.

After changing your mindset, the sky is high and the sea is wide. Smiling like a self-deception, the mood suddenly changed from cloudy to sunny. Shaking his hands, watching the rain leisurely with his hands behind his back, the chaotic raindrops now seem to have a different taste.

Li Yizheng walked out slowly from behind, looking at the rain curtain with a melancholy face, and sighed, "The poem says: A young man listens to the rain on the singing tower, with red candles dimming the curtains, and a middle-aged man listens to the rain in a boat. In the past, I always felt that there was something different about the rain. When did it become different?"

"Along the way, there are indeed differences. The rain in the south is more gentle than that in the capital."

Zhao smiled and teased, "You are still sad about the passing of spring and autumn. Let me make it clear first, I can't write a poem like "The white tassel on the finger locks the giant dragon" for the rain."

Li Yizheng sighed, waved his hand and said sadly, "Of course not to write a poem, I just miss home..."

"I miss the girls in Nuanxiang Pavilion a little..."