An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

Hearing what Zhao said, which was like a long sigh, Suzaku frowned slightly and stared at his face seriously.

Asked seriously: "Did you see anything?"

Zhao raised his hand and pointed downward, and while observing the rain outside the broken window, he said, "Look down at your shoes."

shoe? Although Suzaku was a little confused, he still obeyed and bowed his head slightly.

"Can't see..."

How could it be? Zhao suddenly felt strange and turned around to carefully compare the height. Well, okay, it's really not easy to see, that's it...it's suspected of bullying the small.

"Then it's up to me." He twitched the corner of his mouth and raised his foot so that Suzaku could see the upper of the shoe clearly.

With the flashing firelight, Suzaku bent down to take a closer look. The black shoe was dotted with mud dots and densely packed. In her opinion, there was nothing unusual. It was raining so hard outside that it was normal for her shoes to be stained with mud.

"Did you see anything?" Zhao asked softly.

"No, except for mud spots, they are mud spots." Suzaku said frankly.

“That’s right if there are mud spots!”

Zhao raised the corner of his mouth, first pointed to the pouring rain outside the broken window, then turned his finger to point at the entrance of the deserted temple, smiled proudly, and said: "It's raining so hard, and it's a wilderness, and it's muddy. No matter how careful you are, your shoes will be wet." It’s inevitable to get some dirt on it.”

After speaking, he pulled Suzaku into his arms, nuzzled at the six people on the right side of the Buddha statue, and explained: "Look at those six people, let alone the uppers of their shoes, even the soles of their shoes are clean. They must not have walked here in the rain."

"So what?" Suzaku was still confused.

"How? Since we didn't rush in the rain, our clothes must not have been wet by the rain, so why do we need to set up a fire to dry the clothes?" Zhao pointed at the coats hanging next to the six people and asked quietly.

After being reminded like this, Suzaku unconsciously glanced at the six people on the right side of the Buddha statue and frowned unconsciously.

"You mean?"

"Something is going wrong, so be careful."

After saying that, Zhao patted her on the shoulder, walked to the fire and sat down without looking back. He took out the bun from his arms and ate it while paying attention to the movements of the two groups next to him.

Liu Zhiyuan's sharp eyes saw the bun in his hand, and he quickly stretched out his hand, "Brother, give me two."

"Hey." Zhao raised his head and glanced at him, narrowed his eyes and smiled, and simply gave one to each of them.

The rain was pouring down outside, and there was a continuous "crackling" sound on the muddy ground. There was silence in the deserted temple. The three groups were busy with their own affairs at hand, not disturbing each other or crossing each other's boundaries.

Just when it was quiet, the sound of treading water sounded again outside the ruined temple. Then the shabby wooden door was pushed open, and four men wearing bamboo hats and raincoats walked quickly into the ruined temple.

The three groups had a tacit understanding. They all raised their heads to look at the person coming, and then lowered their heads silently. The four of them took off their bamboo hats and saw a group of people already sitting in the deserted temple, with a trace of surprise clearly flashing across their faces.

However, due to the heavy rain outside, they still closed the door and sat down on the left side of the door.

Like everyone else, the four people had a clear division of labor. Some went out to find firewood, while others used dry grass to make a fire. As before, they did not interfere with the other three groups and quietly worked on the matters at hand.

When the four people were on fire, the door was pushed open again, and this time two men with fierce faces came.

The two of them looked around and found that there was no room left, so they had to sit down on the right side of the door.

As the fifth fire was raised, a total of 19 people crowded into the small desert temple, including six people on the right side of the Buddha statue, two people in front of the Buddha statue, and a total of five people from Zhao's group on the left side of the Buddha statue. Six people on the left and right sides.

The deserted temple is not that big. Nineteen people live in one room, so it is inevitably crowded. However, it is raining heavily outside and there is no way to rush. It is good to have a shelter from the wind and rain, but there is no room for pickyness.

Therefore, the five groups were each doing their own thing, not disturbing or paying attention to others around them. There seemed to be an indescribable tacit understanding in the deserted temple.

But soon, a burst of footsteps broke the tranquility. The door was pushed open again, and someone came again.

This time, a total of three people walked in, all wearing black clothes, black robes and hats. Seeing that the deserted temple was already packed, the three of them were inevitably shocked, exchanged glances, and decided to stay.

After all, it was raining so hard outside. It was hard to find a shelter from the rain, so I was reluctant to give up.

But here comes the problem, the temple is already crowded with people, not to mention lighting a fire, there is not much room left even for standing. The three of you look at me, and I look at you, but you can’t make up your mind.

The five groups still had a tacit understanding, and they all lowered their heads and pretended not to see the three of them.

"Heroes, I wonder if you can make some room for the three of us to rest?" Seeing that he couldn't find a place, the older of the three had to raise his hands and asked politely.

But after he asked, no one responded. Are you kidding? It's already crowded, so if you give up your seat, wouldn't you be looking for trouble for yourself?

Who would? At least the larger group of Zhao and the six people on the left side of the Buddha statue were unwilling.

When he didn't get a response, the man's raised hand froze in the air, quite embarrassed.

Just when he was about to speak again, the two people in front of the Buddha statue moved their buttocks and waved: "We still have some space here, why don't we join in?"

"That's very good, thank you, thank you very much." The man's embarrassed expression disappeared and he hurriedly saluted and thanked him.

Seeing the three people sitting around, Zhao gradually raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head while smiling bitterly. She waved to Qinglong and motioned for him to follow her.

The two of them walked side by side under the broken window. Without giving him a chance to speak, Zhao pulled him and whispered: "Don't talk yet. Listen to me clearly."

"Okay." Qinglong nodded.

"Remember, if something unexpected happens, don't do it. Even if you have to, you have to pretend to be a first-class warrior, understand?" Zhao Jue said with a gloomy face.

"You mean... they are not right?" Qinglong glanced at the other people in the deserted temple and asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't tell me that you can't see anything wrong?"

"I can see a little. What do you want to do?"

"The road ahead is still long, we have to hide a little and can't show our pure bottom." Zhao Jue explained.

"I understand." Qinglong answered carefully.

The two smiled at each other and nodded in tacit understanding.

Back to the fire, Zhao Jue warmed his hands and turned his head to look at the others. Then he stood up with his hands on the ground, with a clear goal, and went straight to the two people on the right side of the gate.

"Is there anything?" The two saw Zhao Jue coming, and they couldn't help but wonder, and hurriedly raised their heads and asked.

Zhao Jue raised his hand and pressed the shoulders of the two people, and sat down between them. He pulled the two men in front of him with one hand each, and asked with a smile: "Where are you going?"

The two men were pressed on the shoulders, and subconsciously tried to break free, but no matter how they struggled, Zhao Jue's hands did not move, and they were still pressing on their shoulders.

Seeing that struggling was useless, the two men had no choice but to say: "Hero, we brothers are going to Jiangzhou."

"Jiangzhou? That's not far. Go south and cross the mountain to Jiangzhou." Zhao Jue smiled brightly.

He tilted his head and smiled: "I suggest that you two leave now."

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