Chapter 308 Blood Debt Paid with Blood

Er Gouzi directly hung the assassin's body at the gate of the black-clad lair, which was quite shocking to all the black-clad assassins.

Looking at those familiar faces, who were once the most elite among them, now hung at the gate in a horrible state.

On the ground under the row of corpses, four big words were written in blood.

"Blood debts must be paid with blood!"

A group of assassins who were used to killing people were now surrounding the corpses and the words on the ground, not daring to get close, let alone take action.

"Humph! Arrogant!"

"No one has ever dared to come to the door to provoke!"

A tall black-clad assassin did not believe in evil, and personally took out a mop to wipe the blood on the ground.

The tall man leaned on the mop, looked back proudly, and cast a disdainful look at the shocked assassins.

They are all cowards and cowards!

Then he threw the mop away and went to pick up the corpses hanging under the eaves.

Just as he was taking a corpse, a transparent thin line that could not be detected by his spiritual sense was touched and was silently put on his neck.

With a "whoosh", the thin line suddenly tightened.

The tall man's head rolled down from his neck, and the smile on the corner of his mouth had not completely disappeared.

Seeing this scene, the others dared not move the corpse.

There happened to be an old man selling vegetables on the side of the road, standing on tiptoe on the street, watching the excitement here.

"Old man, come here!"

A black-clothed assassin waved to the old man selling vegetables.

The old man came over with the vegetable basket reluctantly, holding the bamboo pole in his hand and reluctant to throw it away.

"What do you want to do, sirs? Do you want to buy some vegetables? Fresh vegetables just picked from the field."

The old man was frightened by the momentum of the black-clothed assassins, but he still did not forget to promote the vegetables in his basket.

"I'll give you 100 taels of silver, and bring all those bodies down."

The black-clad assassin rummaged through his storage bag for a long time before finding a pile of silver and placing it in front of the old man.

"So much silver! Are you really giving it to me?"

The old man grinned with his big, toothless mouth, a little bit unbelieving that you were looking at such a pile of silver.

"Of course, as long as you bring all those bodies down!"

"Okay! I've lived for decades, and I've never seen so much silver."

The vegetable seller spit a little saliva on his palm, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to go forward to work.

Looking down, he saw that his load of vegetables had not been sold out, and hesitated again.

"Sirs, do you want these fresh vegetables? I still want to sell vegetables."

"Okay, I'll buy all these vegetables, and give you two taels of silver!"

The black-clad assassin took out a small piece of silver and threw it to the old man impatiently.

This small piece of silver was enough to buy dozens of loads of such vegetables.

"Thank you, sirs!"

The old man took the silver coins and stuffed them into his arms, grinning and walked to the corpse.

He took down a corpse casually without any accident.

The old man carried the corpse to the door, threw it on the ground, and went to take the second one.

Until all the corpses were taken down, no accident happened.

A group of black-clothed assassins looked at each other and looked at the old man.

The old man did not have the aura of a cultivator on his body. He did not look like a fake. It could only be attributed to the old man's good luck.

They were also good at setting traps. Generally speaking, it was impossible to set traps on every corpse.

"Do you have any other instructions, sirs? Do you want me to help you pick the vegetables in?"

"No need!"

The old man took the silver and left happily.

The assassins dragged the corpses into the yard, and one of them also brought in the load of fresh vegetables. After all, it was bought with two taels of silver.

The bodies of these companions naturally had to be buried together.

As for the fresh vegetables, they were fried by the kitchen that day and served on the table. Many people ate them and they tasted good.

However, not long after, those who ate the vegetables were poisoned.

These poisoned people were blue and purple all over, and blood came out of their mouths and noses.

Using spiritual sense to check, their internal organs also began to bleed extensively.

Fortunately, they were somewhat familiar with this poison. There was once an assassin who was good at using this poison.

However, this poison was too overbearing. Even though the poisoned people took the antidote, more than a dozen people were still poisoned to death.

The black-clothed assassin did not expect to be calculated by an old vegetable seller at his doorstep.

Then he searched all over the city, but could not find the trace of the old vegetable seller.

Instead, two more people who were sent out to track down the old man died.

The body was kindly sent back and placed at the gate.

The four bloody characters "Blood debt blood repayment" were still written on the steps in front of the door.

In the following period of time, the Black Organization experienced the darkest and most terrifying time since its establishment.

As a killer organization, they are best at assassinating in the dark and creating fear in others.

Now they are being attacked by others, guarding the gate and killing people.

Almost every few days, someone is killed.

The killer hiding in the dark is quite kind. Every time he kills someone, he asks someone to send the body back to the gate.

As long as you go out, there is a certain chance of being killed. Now no one dares to go out.

In this killer compound, in a dim hall, the top three most powerful people in the black organization gathered here.

"Shame!"

"It's a great shame!"

Number One knocked on the armrest of the chair angrily.

"As a professional assassin organization, we are now being guarded at the door and killed, but we are powerless."

"Number Two, Number Three, what do you two think?"

"If this continues, our Black Organization will lose face."

Number Two and Number Three both wore masks, and even many people in the Black Organization did not know their specific appearances.

The two wore masks, so there was naturally no question of whether they could save face or not, because no one could see them anyway.

Number Three cupped his hands and said.

"I have also been outside to secretly investigate in the past few days, but I have not been able to find the hiding place of this assassin."

"I am weak, and I should not be his opponent."

This Number Three did not care about the face of an assassin at all, and he just admitted his defeat.

For an assassin, if he cannot even find the traces of the other party's hiding, he is already at a disadvantage.

"According to my guess, this hidden assassin is most likely the governor of Sanyang County, Zhang Ergou."

In fact, the entire Black Organization knew that it was Zhang Ergou who came to the door to seek revenge.

It's just that assassination is not something that should be put on the table. The winner is the king.

"According to the intelligence, this Zhang Ergou is only in the middle stage of foundation building. As two dignified Jindan assassins, can't you deal with him?"

"There are not a few Jindan cultivators who died in your hands. Are you still afraid of a foundation building cultivator?"

At this time, No. 3 had already admitted his defeat. When No. 1 spoke, he looked at No. 2.

In this way, the pressure was placed on No. 2.

"Although this Zhang Ergou is only in the middle stage of foundation building, he is indeed very skilled. Many good players have died in his hands."

"I actually went outside to look these days, but I couldn't find any trace of the other party."

"I can try, but when necessary, I need your help."

Maybe No. 2 is not as thick-skinned as No. 3, or he has some confidence in himself, so he took the matter.

"Go ahead and don't worry. Just let me know if you need anything."

This time, No. 3 promised to help.