In the spacious areas of Jincheng, such as the riverside or the streets, there are bright fireworks and bustling people.
Therefore, no one would hear that in the dark alley where Shen Liang was, there was an almost headless corpse that fell to the ground after a moment of stiffness.
And the "someone" who appeared in Shen Liang's field of vision gradually approached Shen Liang as the dwarf young man died completely.
Finally, he stood next to the dwarf young man's body.
Shen Liang also saw his appearance clearly through the faint moonlight pouring down from the sky.
This person's facial features were ordinary, and he was the kind of person who would be inconspicuous among the crowd. The only characteristic was that the skin on his face was extremely fair. In Shen Liang's words from his previous life, he was as pale as paper, as if he had applied two pounds of foundation.
In addition to his pale skin, another major feature is the object he holds in his hand——
That's an umbrella.
The whole body is as black as ink and seems to be made of some special metal. When the light of the stars and moon shines on it, it does not reflect any light at all.
Even the experienced Shen Liang couldn't help but be amazed when he saw it.
After all, this is the Great Yan Dynasty, a semi-primitive society similar to the ancient Great Xia Dynasty, not the modern Aqualan Star that had reached its peak in technological development when Shen Liang traveled through time.
Therefore, being able to find or fuse a non-reflective metal can be regarded as a highly prized technical feat.
Besides, the white-faced young man was dressed like a black robe that perfectly connected with the night gauze surrounding the black umbrella in his hand.
In short, if this person had not raised the black umbrella in his hand a little higher, he would have to be within one foot of an ordinary person before he could be seen clearly in the dark night.
His appearance made Shen Liang recall the words of the dwarf young man just like a movie played in reverse.
"Anyway, as long as you die, it doesn't matter whether you die in his hands or mine."
At first, Shen Liang didn't take this sentence to heart, but now it seems that the deep meaning of this sentence refers to tonight's assassination of His Highness the Prince of Jin. The plot was not one person, but two people!
The white-faced young man was not as talkative as the dwarf young man. When he came to the side of the latter's body, he just turned his head and glanced at the body expressionlessly, and then returned his gaze to Shen Liang expressionlessly.
The atmosphere froze for a moment.
The white-faced young man was probably trying to deduce what kind of mysterious method His Highness, the Prince of Jin, who was rumored to be blocked in the Nine Palaces and was destined to be unable to embark on the path of martial arts, used to blow the heads of his companions.
Shen Liang, on the other hand, quietly clenched the Desert Eagle in his hand, considering whether to trap the white-faced young man, in case someone else was involved in this assassination operation that had not happened in Jincheng for several years. , wouldn’t it be more worry-free to uproot it?
After about ten breaths of time, Shen Liang spoke with a smile to break the deadlock.
"Hey, are you the same guy as the one on the ground?"
The white-faced young man shook his head and answered concisely.
"no."
"no?"
Shen Liang was confused.
"If not, how could you appear here by chance?"
The white-faced young man's answer was still as precious as gold.
"If he wants to kill you, I will kill you too."
"Then you said we are not in the same group..."
Shen Liang curled his lips, muttered something in a low voice, and then continued:
"Forget it, it's not important."
"Why."
"You know that he has died in my hands, but you still dare to come out and threaten to take my life?"
Hearing this, the white-faced young man's eyes clearly flashed with disdain.
"Prince Jin's Mansion is heavily guarded, and everyone in Jincheng knows that. During the Reunion Festival, you will definitely go out for fun, so I need a trash who can make the most of it to help me lure you out of the sight of the hawks and dogs of Prince Jin's Mansion. "
Shen Liang let out a sigh.
"You mean, in your eyes, he is just a bait to lure me into taking the bait. From the beginning, you did not place any hope of killing me on him?"
"yes."
"Then there must be a reason for killing, right? I asked myself: I have never seen you before, and it is impossible to rob you of your money, let alone your mother-in-law. You must know that in Jincheng, there are few people who are as tall as Chunyu Sisters Dongxue and Dongxue are beautiful, and they are better at serving men than they are."
The white-faced young man shook his head.
"There is no hatred between you and me."
Shen Liang was not happy when he heard this.
"Damn it, we have no hatred, why are you staring at me and killing me? If it's just for excitement, why not pick a beautiful woman to kill? That way you can feel good before killing me!"
The faith that passes through the soul into this life never changes.
Therefore, what Shen Liang said was not to instigate the white-faced young man to kill innocent people.
The main reason is that he, who has experienced countless bloody storms, can clearly feel the murderous intention of the white-faced young man that is firmly locked on him.
Since the other party wants to kill me, how can I let him live?
If it is destined to be a dead person in the end, there should be no need to worry about words.
Immediately afterwards, regarding the confusion raised by Shen Liang, the white-faced young man also gave an extremely straightforward answer.
"There is a knight-errant in the rivers and lakes, who wears a black robe and holds a black umbrella. He makes a living by collecting money and helping others kill people. No one in the world knows his name. Over time, he is known as the "Umbrella Holder". And I am the leader of this generation. Umbrella Holder."
"Hey Hey hey."
Shen Liang picked up the Desert Eagle and nodded several times at the white-faced young man, the man in black robes who called himself the "Umbrella Holder".
"First of all, I want to correct your self-perception. Taking people's money to help others kill people is not called a ranger. It should be called a killer, or a more appropriate bounty hunter. Because ranger is a complimentary term, you should stop thinking about yourself. Put gold on your face."
"Secondly, I have basically never been out of Jincheng when I was this old. I know very little about the cats and dogs in the world, and I don't even care. I just want to ask you, are you determined to kill me tonight?"
Regarding Shen Liang's power of words, Umbrella Holder didn't show any strange emotion at all. In this regard, he was comparable to Shen Liang's green-skinned brother Xu Longyi, who both liked to play with the boring gourd of silent cup filling.
I just don’t know if this Meng Hulu is as good as my Qingpi brother Meng Hulu?
"Shen Wan's army marched across the rivers and lakes and killed my master. If I kill you today, we will settle our grudges."
After hearing the reason why the umbrella holder took action, Shen Liang immediately became unhappy.
"For this reason again, I said you people have no brains or are just cowards. Why should I be blamed for the deadly feud he made with Shen Wanjun?"
The umbrella holder calmly uttered four words.
“The debts of the father are repaid by the sons.”
"cut."
Shen Liang snorted lightly.
"If you're a coward, you're a coward. Don't mess around with me. It's just a matter of course. Are you ready to go to the Lord of Hell to reunite with your master?"
With that said, Shen Liang picked up the Desert Eagle and aimed the gun at the head of the parachute bearer as usual.
