Bai Yu, who was in a bad mood, wanted to kill someone.
Ever since countless streams of light flashed across the sky, countless demons have rejoiced. In broad daylight, there were actually evil cultivators and demonic cultivators going to restaurants and brothels to celebrate wantonly, having sex with prostitutes and drinking wine, openly breaking the peace of the world.
A certain snake, wearing a straw hat and carrying a parcel, was about to go into the city to set up a stall, but found that he could no longer do business.
The righteous monks and the evil cultivators were fighting in the city, and the crowds fled in panic, who were still in the mood to buy umbrellas. If the commotion continued like this, even the rice store would probably close down.
Bai Yu, who was holding a paper umbrella and planning to make money, felt aggrieved.
I can’t sell it anymore, I can’t make any money...
The Western Church, which originally thought it wanted to replace the Chunyang Palace, took action to put an end to the Demon Sect's plan and prevent it from collecting boys, girls and girls. Whether they practiced evil arts or made sacrifices, they would kill countless people. Unfortunately, it did not take action against the Demon Sect.
They are busy seizing the Chunyang resident site and building temples to spread their faith.
"well……"
Putting away the paper umbrella, Bai Yu decided to start a business.
Business must change with the changing environment of the times. You cannot always stick to the past. Only by following the trend of the times can you make more money. Buying and selling are everywhere. It depends on whether you can find the key. Money favors those who are good at finding and discovering. People... Snakes, if you work hard, you will be rewarded.
Standing on a chaotic street corner, a certain snake decided to enter a new career.
"I want to be a top assassin."
Just after an important decision was announced, a goat escaped in the chaos and knocked a snake back, completely destroying the solemn atmosphere.
After a stick of incense.
Bai Yu walked out of the corner of the alley, wiped the corners of his mouth and went to buy pen and paper.
"Goats taste better than sheep, which have too much wool and are difficult to digest."
I went to the study and bought paper and pen, scrawled a few big characters, then picked up a bamboo pole and hung it up, changed into black clothes, and walked around with the bamboo pole to find a good place to set up a stall.
Don't get me wrong, those who hold flags may not always be fortune tellers. Fortune telling in troubled times cannot make money. After all, fortunes in troubled times are not good, so there is no need to tell fortunes.
Move out a small bamboo stool, find a sunny corner to sit down, and put up a signboard.
I saw two big characters written on the rough signboard: Assassin, simple, straightforward and unconventional. I clearly told everyone that I am an assassin. Anyone who wants to kill should come to me. In order to make people believe that I have the ability to kill, I even held the horizontal knife in my hand. In his arms, he wore a bamboo hat and bowed his head in silence, imitating the silence and low-keyness of a killer.
Bai Yu's goal is to assassinate the evil cultivator.
The perfect assassin kills the enemy in the simplest and fastest way, rather than wearing armor and wielding a heavy knife to smash the opponent into a pulp, but Bai Yu doesn't understand the knowledge of assassins.
Neither Chunyang Palace nor in the Southern Wasteland had learned how to assassinate, they would only rely on instinct to wait and see.
There is no way, just start learning from scratch. The best technique is not to find someone to learn it but to learn it through practice. You can practice assassination and make money without losing money.
There were only a few pedestrians on the street, and many people were curious about the girl in black sleeping against the wall.
I haven’t received any work for several days in a row...
A snake was not in a hurry. He spent two pennies on a big cake in the morning, went to a restaurant to order some dishes at noon, and sat against the wall waiting for work. As a senior vendor, he had enough patience in doing business.
Someday.
Several dandy boys passed by laughing and joking, and suddenly someone noticed the sign and the swordsman.
"Hey~ there is another assassin here, nice to meet you."
"Don't look at it, he's just a liar who is showing off and covering his face. Most likely he doesn't want to be seen and embarrassed. It's more important to go to Xianglou to have a drink."
The dandy wearing a luxurious robe and holding a folding fan was more interested in the brothel and did not want to talk to the liars on the roadside. The dandy who greeted him seemed to have found something interesting to do. He took out a tael of silver and threw it in front of the man in black.
"Help me kill someone, my dear family heir brother, how about that?"
The dandy was just joking, venting his repression of not being able to inherit the family business as a bastard. A bastard is just better than those servants. Once I die and the legitimate son takes over, he will have to beg for food.
"Name, address."
The man in black suddenly spoke, his voice was soft and it was a girl.
"Hahaha, he's quite serious. His name is Du Yuan and he lives in Du Mansion in the east of the city."
"Brother Du, hurry up, don't talk nonsense with that liar, be careful if your Hong'er is taken away to Cheng Huan tonight, won't you be heartbroken to death?"
"Yes, yes, my Hong'er must be mine!"
The dandies went straight to the brothel laughing and joking. Bai Yu, who was taking a nap against the wall on the roadside, took a look at the money. It was better for the dandy to spend money like running water and not care.
The vendors around him looked at the money greedily and were filled with envy.
He lifted his bamboo hat and looked at the east side of the city.
"Du family, Du Yuan, there are rumors in the city that the Du family has bought many children, or is related to the magic sect. In that case, go and take his life tonight."
Reach out and pick up the money. Since you have received the money, the contract will be automatically generated. If it is less, it will be a discount. The first order will be treated as a discount.
After that, I leaned against the wall to bask in the sun and fell asleep...
…………
the next day.
Bai Yu still leaned against the wall to bask in the sun. The Heng Dao in his arms seemed to have been unsheathed recently. The scabbard was wrapped in rags and the handle was wrapped in non-slip linen. The appearance was similar to that of an ordinary fire stick, inconspicuous and low-key.
In the distance, bursts of crying could be heard from the east of the city. A certain woman was wailing and heartbroken.
Passers-by talked about this and secretly laughed. It seemed that the person who was assassinated really deserved to be killed. One person used his own death to bring joy to the whole city's civilians, which was considered a contribution.
A certain snake was recalling the flaws in last night's assassination, looking for flaws over and over again and correcting them.
In the distance, a man was walking staggeringly as if he had lost consciousness.
Du Ding was stunned.
This morning I was woken up by a maid screaming, and then I learned that my brother who was cold and taunting me was dead. His face was calm as if he was asleep, and there were no scars on his body. My aunt only had him as her son. After he died, she became the sole heir.
But...how could he die if he was perfectly fine?
Du Ding thought of the girl in black yesterday. He gave her money to buy his brother's life. Today, his brother died. If he said it was not related and even ghosts would not believe it, could she really be an assassin? They say assassins are cold and ruthless. What if they fall out and kill themselves too? Now that he is the sole heir to the family fortune, he cannot die.
Holding the package in his arms, he carefully walked to the girl in black and knelt down with a snap.
"Hero...this is all my money...please don't kill me..."
Bai Yu didn't even raise his head.
"In business, money and goods must be paid. If you give me money, I will kill someone. If you give me money again, I will kill someone again. Tell me who you want to die."
"I...I was wrong..."
The other vendors were confused and couldn't figure out why the Du family guy knelt down to the girl who used to sell umbrellas.
"Take the money back. Also, please help me publicize it. You know, I can't make money without orders. You can tell others that I am good at killing people, and I guarantee quality and quantity."
"I...I will definitely help the heroes publicize..."
Du Dandan wanted to cry but had no tears.
