Young man, rich and easy to talk

Tang Wuming is a money fan.

And he never believes in the nonsense of "the love of money, and the right way to get it", because he is not a gentleman at all.Otherwise, he wouldn't be lying on the eaves of someone else's inn in the middle of the night, pinching tomato juice into the leaky tiles.

Tang Wuming stretched his neck to look at the "corpse" hanging in front of the window, swaying under the breeze, he was very happy, he had a thin wooden stick in his left hand, a few thin silk threads in his right hand, and beside him was a A huge red tomato with untwisted pockets.

As the saying goes, when the moon is dark and the sun is high, when killing people and setting fires, Tang Wuming concluded with years of professionalism that another quarter of an hour is the best time to carry out the task.

And under the eaves of this layer of tiles is his mission target for tonight: Qin Xichao, the No. [-] villa in the world, the No. [-] wealthy businessman in the south of the Yangtze River, and the owner of Fufeng Villa.

But Tang Wuming is not an assassin, although he belongs to the largest assassination organization in Jianghu——Qianmanmen.

Ten years ago, he was so hungry that he was still breathing. He happened to be preaching secretly in an alley by a disciple of Qian Manmen. A fierce killer of blood, he will never suffer from cold and hunger again.

But he didn't expect that he couldn't even pass the first trial.

It was a sunny afternoon, Master Zhao in the cafeteria held a machete in his hand, and swayed around in front of their new entrants. Master Zhao's beard flicked, and a beautiful hand raised the machete... Tang Wuming His eyes turned black and he rolled over.

Together with that poor lamb, one was thrown out of the pot, and the other was thrown into the outer door of Qianmanmen. The knockout product that failed the trial.

Yes, the eliminated product, this is the ridicule of Wanshengtang by inner disciples.

And Tang Wuming was the first one in more than a decade who couldn't become a killer because of the bloodsickness.

As a result, his last bit of conscience was lost, but he still toiled around for a living, worked more than others, ate worse than others, and earned less than the price of a finger from the inner sect Juemingtang.

Tang Wuming said that he really wanted to chop off his fingers, scratch his head, and earn a lot of money.For a person who grew up in a place like Qianmanmen, he really can't be expected to have lofty values.

After sighing, a quarter of an hour has arrived in a blink of an eye, and the moon is just right.

His task today is to make this scumbag who has betrayed the hearts of millions of girls repent. It is best to scare him into impotence, so that he will never be able to harm other girls from now on.

Tang Wuming stretched out a twig and knocked on the window of the inn twice, hearing movement inside, immediately pulled the rope, took a deep breath, and prepared to read the lines he had memorized by heart.

There were two more bang bangs.

The window was pushed open in response, and a female corpse wrapped in mourning clothes fell down, the clothes were mottled with dark blood, and the two slender jade feet were green and purple, with red tendons bursting out, and the wet hair hung in front of her. On his face, only half of his shiny black eyes were exposed, staring miserably at the man in the window.

The stinky liquid dripped greasy on the window sill, and the two hands were lifted up and down stiffly, as if to grab something.

The man laughed in astonishment, "This...Miss Ghost, what do you want to say to Qin?"

Tang Wuming let out a hey inwardly, in the middle of the night to hell, he was so calm.In this case, we had to continue with the second step of the plan.

"Qin Xichao...Qin Xichao...do you know who I am...I have been watching you silently for a long time, when you eat, when you sleep, when you walk at night..."

A faint voice came from the top of the female ghost's head, sometimes rising and sometimes suppressing, sometimes short or low, wandering rootless, "Qin Xichao... I like you so much, like a coffin, and my sisters also admire you very much." ..."

As he spoke, under the messy long hair, it seemed to be where the mouth was, and there was still a string of dark red liquid left behind.

"Hello Moon, why don't you come down and get drunk with us..." The female corpse hooked her hands, trying to lure Qin Xichao into the hell.

Qin Xichao wiped his fingers on the window sill, twisted his two fingers, sniffed the bottom of his nose, and said with a smile, "Okay, since this lady is so sincere, she will be very happy to invite Qin at night. .”

Tang Wuming was lying on the top, stretching his neck, and it was impossible to see the movement in the room, and it was even more impossible to know Qin Xichao's movements. With his professionalism, he only knew that the plan did not seem to be successful, and that Young Master Qin did not. Be scared.

Isn't it scary, where is it not scary!

This is a lifelike female corpse that he spent three days and three nights making. The clothes are picked up from the mass grave, the hair is algae from the lake next door, and the green wax on the hands and feet are rare colors that can be successfully prepared. The half-revealed eyeballs are all his precious red glaze at the bottom of the box!

Tang Wuming was not convinced. This method of making fake corpses has been popular in the outer sect for three consecutive years, and it has been well received. If you don’t scare a few crazy, you have to scare a few pees, okay? Your calmness, Young Master Qin, is really insulting me career.

The female corpse's hand also followed Tang Wuming's mood, angrily snatching it out of thin air a few times.

Qin Xichao looked up at the roof, and picked up the long sword leaning on the side, "Qin has agreed to the girl so enthusiastically, why doesn't the girl come down and get together with Qin?"

The word Ju fell to the ground, and the sword in his hand pierced through the air before he was out of its sheath, and threw it straight to the three-foot square above his head with a clanging clang.

Tang Wuming was laying there trying to squeeze a tomato to pretend to be plasma, but he felt the tiles under him vibrate, and before he could react to what happened, a big hole was broken in the roof under him.

Crash, bang...

In an instant, the dust was flying and the juice was splashing. Tang Wuming didn't even yell for help, but he fell on the floor with his feet upside down, and the rotten tomato hit him all over.The female corpse was not hung by the rope, and also fell top-heavy through the window, lying face to face on top of Tang Wuming's head.

Tang Wuming immediately closed his eyes, "Ah!!——Ghost!"

The next moment, the whole room echoed with shrill screams.

When the dust cleared, Qin Xi screamed in his ear, raised the long sword on the ground with one kick, and lifted the "female corpse" away with two kicks, before kicking the figure on the ground, "I was made by myself!" It’s scary, isn’t it embarrassing?”

Tang Wuming narrowed his eyes, and he could no longer see the female ghost, but vaguely saw a young man standing in front of him. Under the moonlight, he had a handsome face and a tall and straight figure. My dear Mr. Jia, no wonder he can attract the resentment of so many girls.

The upper half of the faces of the people on the ground were covered by iron masks, and Qin Xi was slightly wary facing his face, and asked, "Why, are you planning to ask Qin to help you up?"

Tang Wuming raised his hand to touch his face and felt that the mask was still there, and then turned over with a jerk, and jumped two steps back to touch his weapon, but there was nothing on the left and right, and swept around the mess on the ground, but nothing The shadow of my own spring-loaded crossbow.

"Are you looking for this?" Qin Xichao took out a package from behind, and half of the crossbow poked out from the cloth bag.

Without a weapon, Tang Wuming lost all confidence in an instant. He took out a handful of loose nails from his sleeve pocket and held it in his hand, "You... what are you going to do!"

Qin Xichao laughed and said, "It's you who came to invite me to have a drink with me in the middle of the night, but instead asked me what I was going to do, wouldn't it appear that Qin and I are presumptuous." Glancing at the copper coin pattern on the shoulder of the man opposite, asked said, "A lot of money?"

Qin Xichao casually threw the light crossbow package at him, "Which lady have I offended again?"

Tang Wuming took advantage of black and white to glance at him, quite self-aware, it seems that he was not less guilty of resentment from the ladies of various families.

Qin Xi looked at him and refused to say a word, and sighed with a smile, "Forget it, you go, and tell the lady when you go back, that Qin was so frightened that he passed out, and the scream just now was Qin's." Alright, remember to speak in a more eloquent way."

"..."

Looking at the artificial female ghost lying under the window sill, she said, "In the future, don't use tomatoes for blood plasma. It smells too strong, and Qin doesn't like it."

"..."

"The algae should also be washed, it's too smelly; also, the green wax tone is too strong, you should add some stone yellow in it."

"..." The corners of Tang Wuming's mouth twitched, you can question my character, but you can't question my business, these corpses are my own daughters, how can you pick on their looks!

Failed, too failed, this is the most failed list this year, if this matter is to be passed back to the outer sect, the brothers will laugh their heads off.

Seeing that Qin Xichao didn't want anything, Tang Wuming withdrew the hidden weapon in his hand in frustration, picked up the package at his feet and carried it on his back.

He took a few steps to get to the window, just about to turn over and jump, suddenly remembered something, bent down and picked off the red glass inlaid in the eyes of the corpse, wiped it twice like a baby, and stuffed it into the sleeve.

If the task fails, it will already be a loss, but you can't get another good glazed bead.

Qin Xi looked at him with folded arms, and at the moment when he bent down to pick out his eyes, he suddenly felt a familiar object passing by in his sight, and after a closer look, it was buried in the hem of Tang Wuming's clothes.

That is……

"and many more--"

Where did Tang Wuming hear this sentence? First, he is not good at martial arts, and second, he doesn't know the details of Qin Xichao's martial arts. But I think he is the owner of Fufeng Mountain Villa. It is expected that the cliff will not be too weak if his parents are killed.

Then he can run as fast as he can, and run as far as he can.

Before Qin Xi could finish his sentence, Tang Wuming fled directly through the window, stepped on a few times, and disappeared on the roof with a few undulating deep leaps.

After escaping from the small inn building, Tang Wuming didn't see a chasing figure behind him, so he wondered why he asked him to wait just now. Went into a wild forest.