Author: Lone Wing

Lin Qianxing raised his head and glanced at the other person. His body was hidden under the cloak. Lin Qianxing couldn't see his face clearly, and his voice was deliberately blurry, so he couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman.

But he is an assassin and there is no need to know the information and identity of his employer.

He just needs to know who he wants to kill.

"Who?" Lin Qianxing said.

"The master of Changli Temple is Chen Ye." The man said.

Lin Qianxing said: "Since you found me, you should know my rules."

"I understand that I only kill one person a day. I don't kill the old, the weak, women and children, I don't kill the kind people, and I don't kill the unknown people." The man said.

"The master of Changli Temple, Chen Yeshan, is famous far and wide. Doesn't it break my rules if you ask me to kill him?" Lin Qianxing said.

"Knowing people but not their hearts, the many evil things he has committed are far beyond your imagination." The man said with a deep meaning in his tone.

Lin Qianxing hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll take over this business, but I have to wait until I find out more about the details. You can keep the deposit first."

"Oh? Aren't you afraid that I won't admit it when the time comes?" the man in black asked.

Lin Qianxing did not reply, but continued to eat his food silently.

When the man in black saw this, he seemed to understand something.

Lin Qianxing made her debut less than two months ago, but she has not failed in any of the dozen or so tasks she has taken on.

One of them is the owner of Cuifeng Villa.

Such powerful beings can only suffer hatred in his hands.

In his hands, killing someone is as easy as eating and drinking.

If someone confronts him, he can only hope that he can die a happy death.

The man in black was very satisfied with Lin Qianxing's confidence. He did not take away the thousand pieces of gold, but turned around and left.

Lin Qianxing looked at the money on the table and had no intention of refusing.

He looked at the money and then at the things on his desk, feeling that things should be prioritized.

Killing can be done at any time, but today's meal can only be eaten today.

Blah blah blah~!

Suddenly, heavy rain fell from the sky.

The place where Lin Qianxing was was soaked by the heavy rain, and the shopkeeper of the wine shop quickly came out and opened the awning.

His hands and feet are nimble and his movements are quick. He does not look like an old man with a broken leg and an eyeball missing.

Immediately, he gestured to Lin Qianxing and said that he didn't need to pay for today's drinks.

His tongue was also cut in half and he was unable to speak.

He used to be an assassin, and a gold medal assassin.

With his third-level cultivation, he calculated on a fourth-level monk and lurked for more than half a year to kill him, thus achieving great success.

But in life, choices are important.

He had been cautious all his life, and finally fell into the hands of a woman.

That woman is the daughter of the person he once killed.

After getting along for a while, the woman showed some affection and only broke one of his legs, blinded one of his eyes, and cut off half of his tongue without harming his life.

But for a top assassin, it's unclear whether this is mercy or a humiliation.

Lin Qianxing only knew that he had withdrawn from the world since then and opened a wine shop here. If there were customers, he would make some money. If there were no customers, he would stare blankly at a reddish dagger.

Each assassin has his own story. Lin Qianxing ate these things from the food and wine he made.

And every time he cooks, he seems to recall a story from the past, so his meals appear to be full of layers of flavor.

Lin Qianxing stood up, took out a gold coin from his money bag and threw it on the table.

Then he planned to turn around and leave.

"Uh uh uh uh uh uh~!"

The shopkeeper's voice came from behind, and Lin Qianxing turned around. He was limping towards Lin Qianxing in the rain, holding some change in his hand.

Lin Qianxing stopped and took the change from his hand, as well as a dagger.

That was the dagger that Lin Qianxing would stare at every time he came here.

This means that he truly gave up everything.

Lin Qianxing lowered his head and looked at the dagger. The cold light on its edge was extremely restrained, but this did not mean that it was not sharp.

Among the silver-white metallic luster of the dagger body, a deep red mark is imprinted on it.

This touch of red cannot be wiped off or washed away. It is the color dyed by countless blood and the accumulation of countless karma.

[Red Blood Dagger [Level Three]: A bloodthirsty dagger.]

Lin Qianxing watched him turn and leave, and had a premonition in his heart that the next time he came back, he would not see this wine shop, nor this blind old man who was lame and mute.

Long view.

After Chen Ye sent away the pilgrims who came to offer incense with a smile on his face, he looked at his daughter who was waiting beside him.

"Where did you go today?" Chen Ye asked.

"Autumn Leaf Pavilion." Chen Qian said without any concealment.

"I'm your father, why do you always want to kill me?" Chen Ye said in confusion.

"You are inferior to a beast, but you are worthy of being a father?" Chen Qian looked straight at Chen Ye and said.

When there was a flood, her mother took refuge here. Chen Ye took advantage of the situation and killed her mother's husband and raped her mother.

Then there was her.

Chen Qian's mother raised her until she was a governor, but found that Chen Ye looked at her in a wrong way, so she planned to take her away quietly.

But Chen Ye's power was not weak, and his mother's several attempts to escape failed.

Then Chen Qian saw her mother being executed by Chen Ye.

When Chen Qian was fifteen years old, Chen Ye behaved like a beast to her.

She is just a weak woman, facing a third-level high-ranking monk, there is no possibility of rejection.

From then on, she had the will to die.

But before she died, she wanted to watch Chen Ye die.

"I thought you had been obedient during this time, so I wanted to let you go out for a walk. I didn't expect it to still make me worry so much." Chen Ye sighed.

As soon as the sound fell, he suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped Chen Qian hard on the face.

Chen Qian tilted her head, and her cheeks became visibly red and swollen. She endured the pain, stared at Chen Ye and said, "You are dead."

"Hahaha, don't talk about Qiuye Pavilion, this whole Daxing country? Who dares to take over my business from Chen Ye? My master is Sima Shu." Chen Ye said with a smile: "My dear daughter, you should just accept your fate."

After saying that, he ignored the broad daylight and went straight to grab Chen Qian, intending to behave like an animal again.

Chen Qian was like a puppet and allowed herself to be manipulated. The way she looked at Chen Ye was like a dead person.

Because she knew that that person would help her kill Chen Ye.

——

After several days of investigation, coupled with the information from Qiuye Pavilion, Lin Qianxing had a rough understanding of Chen Ye.

This person is indeed a good person to the outside world, but privately he is really not a good person.

On the surface, he runs a Taoist temple, helps the people eradicate dangerous beasts, uses talisman water to treat illnesses and save people, and sometimes helps the poor people around him.

But secretly, he did many despicable things.

Fornicating wives and daughters, killing people and setting fires are just some of his evil deeds that are least worth mentioning. His real evil is his way of connecting with the earth to practice cultivation.

The energy of the earth veins around Changli Temple was extracted by him, causing several earthquakes and floods.

Hundreds of thousands of civilians were killed or injured.

All of this was caused by his uncontrolled extraction of earth energy.

In times of disaster, he always stood up to help the people, showing compassion for others.

Logically speaking, such a sanctimonious person should have died long ago.

But not only did he not die, he was still alive and well.

Because there is a person behind him.

Sima Shu, the leader of the Daxing Kingdom's formation-breaking army, has a fourth-level intermediate level of cultivation [Sword Sect].

He once laid down half of the nation for the great rejuvenation of the country, and his contribution is so great that it is difficult to measure. Now His Majesty will give him the courtesy of a junior when he sees him.
To be continued...