The most prestigious, the most powerful, and the most reputable killer organizations on the rivers and lakes have encountered several big troubles together, because there are several people, and the customers have made a deposit to kill the people, and they have not been able to fulfill the contract.

The most difficult person in the killer organization to kill is Qiu Broken Soul?

Is it Li Qinglian?

Is it Qingyue?

Is it Rong Xiaoli?

Who gave millions of taels or tens of millions of taels of silver to kill them?

Some people bid thousands to kill, and some people kill people without taking a penny.

This person specializes in killing the scum of the martial arts who are very angry with the people, and the corrupt officials who prey on the common people.

He professed to be an emulator of the Assassins of the Ancients, and called himself "The Assassins".

In the past month, he has traveled thousands of miles and killed seven people who committed the most heinous crimes.

These seven people are Zhao Hu, the "One Tiger of Western Yunnan"; the Liu brothers of the "Three Tyrants of Qingcheng"; Li Zhong, the commander of the cavalry of Jingongcheng; Yang Buping, the leader of the "Evil Jiao Gang"; Huang Yun, the helmsman of the "Yingling Sect"; and Chen Zhi, the helmsman of the Hubei branch of the "Golden Dragon Sect".

The torrential rain was like a note, and the wind blew the willow trees to crook their necks.

There were no pedestrians on the road, but there was a man wearing a hat and a hat and walking slowly on the muddy road.

The rain was rainy, the wind was wild, and the mud was rotten, but this man was dry, and a pair of leather boots were so clean that there was not a trace of mud.

The man frowned suddenly, and there was a look of disgust in his eyes.

After the end of the day, there was the sound of horses' hooves on the road, and several strong men cursing God and bad weather, galloping past the man in the hat and robe. The guests are all dressed in yellow, and their bodies are very strong, and they all look like they are practicing people who walk the rivers and lakes.

The galloping horses' hooves splashed mud all over the sky, scattering and shooting towards the man in the cloth, the figure of the man in the cloth moved slightly, so that the rain and cement points passed, and the horses had already gone far in the storm, and they did not care at all that there were pedestrians on foot on the road.

The man in the cloth shook his head, still unhurriedly moving forward in the wind and rain.

The wind was still blowing, the rain kept falling, and another group of riders galloped past the man with impunity, pouring the rain slurry on the man in the cloth. The man still shook his head, in the wind and rain, the pedestrians on the road want to get home early or arrive at their destination, right?

The man in the cloth saw a ruined temple in front of him, and in front of the gate of the ruined temple were more than a dozen horses tied to one side, and the horses were all covered with mud and mortar, and on the other side there were also four or five horses tethered, but the horses were much cleaner.

The ruined temple has long since lost its door, and there is a noise of laughter, fisting, and drinking from inside.

The man in the cloth looked at the sky and the still raging rainstorm and wind, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked closer to the ruined temple.

The statues of the broken temple have collapsed and destroyed, although the Daxiong Treasure Hall is dilapidated, it is quite spacious, the broken temple is full of cobwebs, rain leaks in many places, more than ten strong men in yellow occupy most of the place of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, a lot of fires are lit, they are baking clothes, punching and drinking, their mouths are full of foul language, and they are so noisy that they can't even hear the wind and rain outside the temple.

The strong men in yellow glanced at the Daxiong Hall from time to time out of the corner of their eyes

In one corner of the main hall, five people also lit a fire, three men and two women, sitting around the fire.

A young girl with her hands on her cheeks, staring blankly at the fire, beside this girl, is a plump ****, two of the three men are half a hundred years old, each holding a wine gourd in their hands, one sip and one sip slowly, looking coldly at those strong men in yellow, the other man is in his thirties, looks like a muscular knot, is sitting on the ground, like an iron tower, a cut higher than ordinary people.

(End of chapter)

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