An Assassin? Call Me the Master of Raising Prices!

Chapter 351

The boat is sailing on the river, and the river breeze blowing on the face is very cool. Zhao bent down and scooped up a handful of water, cleaned the blood on his hands, then pulled out the Xiuchun knife and rinsed it with water.

Lower the sail, sit on the stern and stare quietly at the water.

He is a cautious person and will never believe that a person is dead until he sees the body.

The bright moonlight made the river surface sparkle. A quarter of an hour passed, and the river remained calm, and no corpse was seen floating up.

The aura of the meat-and-wine monk beside him had long since disappeared. He lay beside him like a torn sack, his cassock stained with blood and messy. Zhao didn't mind, wasn't in a hurry, just sat there and waited silently.

Huangtian paid off, and half an hour later, a body dressed in black slowly emerged from the water. He couldn't help but smile, stood up and determined his position, then jumped into the river and swam to the corpse of the shadow puppet.

When he pulled the corpse, an imperceptible smile suddenly appeared on his calm face, but he quickly suppressed it.

"You two are noobs. A toad is pretending to be an old turtle, and it only knows how to scream!"

"The corpse is so heavy!"

While pulling the body to swim to the boat, he pouted and complained. He struggled to drag the bodies onto the boat. He couldn't wait to deal with the water stains on his body, so he quickly opened the coffin in the cabin and put the two bodies in one after the other.

Sprinkle some glutinous rice as a symbol and throw in some yellow charms bought from Taoist priests on the street. After saying "Don't look for me when you become a zombie", he covered the coffin board and nailed it with eight long nails.

After he dropped the hammer, he remembered the important matter. He patted his forehead and regretted, "Oh no, I killed too quickly just now and forgot to ask for the money! Damn, this was all in vain!"

Feeling uneasy, he patted the coffin again and said, "I'm so unlucky to have you two on the same bed!"

When he put the hammer away, he happened to see the lone boat behind him. He suddenly smiled and said, "Hey, I almost forgot about you."

Just do it, jump up on your toes and land on the boat behind you. After scraping the land, he actually found a package with some silver in it. He counted the money and found that it was exactly two hundred and dozens of taels, no more and no less.

"Ouch! Pay attention to people!"

Two hundred taels is exactly the price for finding a coffin and burial. As for dozens of taels more...

fine! Fine for assassinating an official!

He looked back at his boat, and after making sure there was no movement, he took off his soaked clothes, put on dry clothes and shoes, set a fire on the boat, and then jumped back to his boat.

He took out a few buns to fill his stomach, patted the coffin and laughed, saying to himself: "Put your heart in your stomach! Since I have accepted the money, I will definitely bury you two."

The coffin was silent.

He didn't mind either, he just shook his head and smiled, muttering disdainfully: "Some people like to overestimate their own capabilities and like to be smart. But without these people, I wouldn't be able to make money, right?"

After saying this, Zhao glanced at the river bank, stopped talking, walked to the bow of the boat and sat down, letting the boat drift with the waves.

When the moon was at its zenith, the dark clouds gradually thickened. He raised his head and glanced at the sky, realizing that the time was almost there, so he decided not to leave and walked to the stern of the boat to punt the boat to the shore.

After taking a deep breath, he walked off the boat carrying the coffin and walked towards the woods on the shore.

I randomly found an open space, took out the shovel from the space, dug a shallow pit, put the coffin in, buried it with shovelfuls of soil, patted it flat, and stepped on it firmly.

"Well, it's time to rest in peace. As for dying in a foreign land as a guest, I guess you don't mind too much. Besides, I don't know where your hometown is, right?"

"I'll make do with it."

After talking to himself soothingly, he held the shovel and looked at it for a few times. Satisfied with his masterpiece, he nodded proudly, put away the shovel and patted the soil on his shoes, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and turned around to leave.

It was still the same as before. He didn't use his true energy. He only relied on his feet to jump up to the treetops, identify the east, west, north, and south, and then spend some time to determine his position.

After half an hour of gestures, I finally figured out the direction and planned a clear route.

Then tap your feet lightly, jump off the treetop and run north.

The figure flashed, his steps were very fast, and he landed on the thick dead leaves. Only a faint "rustling" sound could be heard. It didn't take long for the forest to become silent again.

As the dark clouds rolled in the sky, thunder rang out, and the raindrops began to fall. After a while, the rain suddenly increased, and the little raindrops turned into a heavy downpour. In the forest, the raindrops hit the ground and treetops, and the sound of "plop" kept resounding.

Several thunders sounded, and white light flashed, illuminating the entire forest.

Countless puddles gradually formed on the ground in the forest, and in some clearings, the ground rose and fell, as if the land was breathing.

"Rumble"

Several more thunders sounded. When the thunder fell, there was a trace of true energy flowing and filling the ground.

"Rumble"

"Bang!"

As the thunder fell, the clearing opened from bottom to top, and a pair of coffin boards flew out from the ground and fell under a nearby tree.

The pale man jumped out of the pit. As soon as he stood still, he held his stomach and spit out a mouthful of blood. His face became even more sickly pale.

He took two steps forward, supported the big tree, raised his hand to catch the rainwater and wiped the blood on his face, and then took a few breaths.

"What a bastard. I was almost beaten to death by that Jin Yiwei."

The man sighed with emotion, and looked back at the meat-and-wine monk who had no breath in the coffin. A look of luck appeared on the man's face.

He murmured with lingering fear: "It's a good thing I'm wearing armor, otherwise I would have to lie in a coffin. Damn it, Jin Yiwei is Jin Yiwei, and Ye Luzi is really incomparable! They are both at the first level of cultivation, but the difference in strength is so big!"

Unable to help rubbing the abdomen of the middle palm, the shadow play trembled and took out a small medicine bottle from the bun, unplugged it and swallowed all the pills inside.

He ignored the mud on the ground and hurriedly sat down and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing. As the true qi fluctuated, his face gradually became rosy.

More than a moment later, he opened his eyes again, but the expression on his face had changed from luck to deep fear. He stood up and shook off the rain on his body, raised his hand to wipe his face.

Gritting his teeth and muttering: "The Tang family is mysterious! It should be a thousand flowers and ten thousand petals! It seems that the extermination of the Tang family in Shu was the work of the Jinyiwei..."

He frowned and shook his head and sighed, "Think about it, it's true. Only the court can exterminate the Tang family with two great masters."

Thinking of this, he felt a little disappointed for some reason, "Old Tang, you are also pitiful. The revenge of extermination may not be avenged in this life, let alone the next life."

After muttering a few words in a low voice, he planned to go out. It was at this time that I accidentally saw a familiar boat on the shore.

After following it all the way, how could I not recognize that the boat was Zhao Jiu's boat.

"Hey, didn't it go downstream?" He felt a little strange and said in surprise.

A familiar voice from a big tree with dense leaves next to him answered his surprise.

"No, no. I don't plan to go by water."

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