An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

The sound of a sword being unsheathed rang out, and everyone in the deserted temple was shocked. More than a dozen pairs of eyes swung back and forth, looking at each other, and finally focused on Zhao Jue.

After a few breaths, someone frowned and asked, "Little brother, why are you doing this? We don't want your life, nor the life of your confidante. From the appearance, you and the fat man don't look like brothers..."

"It's none of your business, so stay out of it. I think you understand this principle..."

The man's words were sincere, and he was obviously still afraid and didn't want to go through a fight. Zhao Jue held the knife, his eyes swept over everyone, his face gloomy.

Until now, he still couldn't figure out why these people could block first and block so accurately.

Did they reveal traces? Or... an insider?

Once the idea came to mind, Zhao Jue couldn't help but slightly sideways and glanced at the four people around him with the corner of his eyes. The White Tiger and the Vermillion Bird on the left and right sides stared at the dozen people in front of them, and their expressions did not change much from beginning to end; the Azure Dragon and Liu Zhiyuan behind them, the former was calm and frivolous, and the latter was anxious and nervous.

From the expression, there was nothing unusual. But if there was nothing unusual, how could there be traces? Could it be me?

Zhao was stunned for a moment, and quickly shook his head to get rid of this unrealistic idea.

Really, who would suspect that he was a traitor? Isn't this crazy?

Seeing Zhao's reaction, a group of people in the rivers and lakes consciously made way, "Little brother, you can think clearly, everyone is seeking wealth."

Seeking wealth? Zhao couldn't hide the smile on his face, and turned his head and asked in surprise as a professional habit: "How much can you earn?"

Perhaps he didn't expect him to ask such a question, and everyone's faces were surprised. After a few moments of hesitation, someone asked curiously, "You don't even want to let go of the money for selling your life?"

"We?" Zhao raised his eyebrows, as if he had realized something, and smiled more brilliantly.

"Speak up, it's not appropriate to leave without knowing the reason!"

The man nodded in agreement, stretched out four fingers, and was about to speak when the man behind him covered his mouth, "Damn, are you crazy? He didn't want to leave even if he didn't tell him, and he still wanted to leave after he told him?"

Although the voice was very soft, Zhao pricked up his ears and listened attentively, naturally catching all of it in his ears. He smacked his lips and thought secretly, "It seems like a lot... Four thousand taels of silver?"

"No, no! Four thousand taels is too little! Forty thousand! It must be forty thousand taels!"

Glancing sideways behind him, in his eyes, Liu Zhiyuan was no longer Liu Zhiyuan at this time, but a heavy forty thousand taels of silver.

Forty thousand taels! One business is more than what he earns in a year! Who can not be jealous?

Anyway, Zhao can't.

Feeling the fiery gazes shooting at him, Liu Zhiyuan couldn't help but tremble, and hurriedly moved his feet to avoid them. The people in the deserted temple had already lost their patience and looked at Zhao Jue impatiently.

"Little brother, are you willing to leave? Or are you unwilling to move?"

Someone in the crowd started to tease, "Don't waste time talking to this kid, if you want to leave, you would have left long ago. Go! Kill them all!"

"Kill them all? Isn't it bad?"

"Shut up! You don't want to make money, but I still want to make money!"

The noisy noise gradually rose, and everyone finally reached a unified idea: kill them all! Then a series of metallic lights flashed, and the sound of swords being unsheathed came one after another. More than a dozen pairs of bloodthirsty eyes looked at Zhao Jue and the other five, like a pack of wolves looking at a lamb trapped in a siege.

"Alas." Zhao Jue sighed lightly, put away the greed surging in his heart, and turned to look at the crowd.

"Leave a few who can speak..."

"Okay." Baihu stepped forward two steps and replied.

"Okay." Zhuque walked past Zhao Jue with his hands folded and nodded.

Two powerful true qi gradually rose up, Zhao was very tactful, stepped back a few steps, and made room for the two.

"Brother, the look in your eyes just now..."

"It's all pretending, it's all pretending." Zhao casually perfunctory. I just thought about it, and I didn't put it into practice, so I can't take it seriously!

Although Liu Zhiyuan could hear the perfunctory words, he knew what he had done. He was not right, so of course he would not get too entangled or care about it, and simply laughed it off.

In the deserted temple, a group of people in the martial arts world soon found something wrong. Baihu and Zhuque were light and agile, their breath was slow and long, and the quality of their true qi was pure and heavy. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like they are only at the first or second level.

Not the first or second level, could it be a junior master?

Thinking of this, everyone's face showed a trace of panic. At this time, Baihu dodged the chopping blade sideways and raised his finger to point at the brow of the person swinging the knife.

With a simple, casual finger, a round hole suddenly appeared between the man's eyebrows, and he fell to the ground with red and white gushing out, no longer breathing.

Although Baihu was extremely fast, everyone was still able to keenly capture the faint martial arts true meaning that unconsciously overflowed at the moment of his attack. Their hands froze and they wanted to retreat.

Zhao had been paying attention to the field, and noticed that everyone's expressions had changed, and hurriedly reminded: "Don't dawdle, be careful of fish slipping through the net."

"Don't worry." Zhuque turned his head and glanced at Baihu, nodded to indicate that they should go together. Baihu nodded, his true energy rising, and pounced on everyone.

The two of them rushed into the crowd one after another. After a few breaths of silence, bright red blood splashed, and the true energy continued to rise and spread. The murderous aura in the deserted temple was surging, and the fishy smell became stronger.

Seeing this, Zhao hurriedly said: "Don't forget, leave me a few people who can speak!"

"Understood."

"Understood."

Although the two people's tone was a little helpless, their hands did not slow down at all, and they killed another person each while replying.

Killing a dozen or less than twenty first- and second-rank warriors was no more difficult than killing a few chickens in the eyes of the two young masters. In just a moment, there was no one standing in the temple. Baihu carried one in each hand, and Zhuque dragged another. The two kicked the three frightened Jianghu people in front of Zhao Jue.

"Hey, they are not dead and can still talk. Ask whatever you want to ask." Zhuque clapped his hands and raised his chin to signal.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Zhao Jue walked forward, looked down at the three people who were slumped on the ground with fear on their faces, and couldn't help laughing.

"Where are you from? Annan?"

He thought he asked well, at least within the scope. Unexpectedly, the three people shook their heads at the same time and reported three completely unrelated place names, and the three places were at least a thousand miles away from Annan!

"Huh? Strange..." Zhao Jue was puzzled.

Without the big man behind them, a few first- and second-rank Jianghu people dared to surround and kill important officials in the court? He would never believe it even if he was beaten to death!

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, squatted down and pointed at Liu Zhiyuan and asked quietly: "How much silver is he worth?"

"Forty thousand taels." The three of them answered in unison.

When he heard that the specific number was almost the same as his guess, Zhao Jue was not happy, but frowned. The reason is very simple, forty thousand taels is too little, and it is really not worth offending the court for this little amount!

"Don't you think it's too little?" Zhao Jue asked.

The three of them looked at Zhao Jue together, and exchanged glances. Then someone started to explain: "Sir, forty thousand taels is not silver, but gold."

Hearing this, Zhao Jue was so shocked that he couldn't squat steadily and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, his hands and feet were quick and he supported his body in time.

"How much? Forty thousand taels of gold?"

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