Because of this incident, Qing Youshan actually lived in Li Enshi's house naturally.

That's fine, if Li Enshi doesn't take him in, then Qing Youshan will go back to live in a remote corner of the mountain behind the elementary school, and still get up early every day and sell stinky tofu.

Qing Youshan also knows now that her bodyguards do not live in the courtyard of the alley, but live around, and there are no other neighbors around, all of them are the residence of the bodyguards.

Of course, these bodyguards also live in Hutong courtyards, and all the surrounding buildings are Hutong courtyards, which look quite retro and have few modern equipment.

The accommodation arranged by Li Enshi for Qing Youshan is a very spacious room, on the right side of the door, Li Enshi usually lives in the main house to rest, and his father usually lives in the room on the left, and the decoration is not too similar.

It's just that Qing Youshan's room looks a bit like a study, with rows of bookcases in it, taking up a lot of space, I heard that Qing Youshan was going to come over to rest, and the bodyguards reluctantly cleaned up for him, and temporarily set up a bed, which was very simple.

But that's not bad, it's better than camping in the back mountains.

Uncle Qin and Lao Chen went back with that Mu Xia, and Qing Youshan was very puzzled why he became an assassin?

A killer is a killer, a killer is looking for wealth, and what Qing Youshan is asking for is also wealth, so Qing Youshan is only suitable for being a killer, an assassin or something, no matter how you look at it, it is not suitable for him.

Qing Youshan sat in the dimly lit room, although there were many windows in this room, the light transmission was still weaker than the other two rooms.

He took out his luggage and pulled out the long knife from a piece of black cloth, at first glance, it was a pure black long knife, and after a closer look, the blade was a little dark red, with a strange pattern engraved on it, extending from the handle of the knife to the tip of the knife, a bit like the charm often drawn by the old Taoist priest, the handle of the knife was wrapped in a kind of black leather, but it could be seen from the exposed part that the handle was as dark as the blade, there was no blade, and the style was relatively simple, as if it was made casually.

This knife is the only relic that Qing Youshan turned out of his father's cabinet, and it should be stained with a lot of blood.

People can't look good, the sea can't fight, and so should the sword, this is the long knife used by the legendary "shuttle", will it be bad? It can't be bad!

Qing Youshan carefully touched the blade of the knife, then blew it, wiped it clean with a black cloth and put it down.

Li Chong is now sleeping in the room on the left, and he has not moved, Wang Laojiu doesn't know where he went, and when he went down the well again to check, he didn't see Wang Laojiu, maybe he was gone

The scene caused by the killing that day has now been cleaned up, but some of the damage to the doors and windows has not yet had time to be cleaned up.

I can't spend it here! Qing Youshan thought, if it continues to be consumed like this, a lot of youth will be wasted here.

A way must be found to revoke the bounty order, otherwise Li Chong will never be able to escape this pursuit.

So far, there are only two ways in which the employer can revoke the order on his own initiative or automatically revoke it after the employer's death, but it can be seen from the fact that Li Zhong placed a reward of one million to kill his son, and the father and son have a deep hatred! It is estimated that it is impossible for the reconciliation to let his son revoke it on his own initiative......

Or maybe the employer died, but right now, he was trapped on Wutong Island, and he had to protect Li Chong and assassinate his son, which was simply a lack of skills......

If A offers a reward of 1 million to B, and B rewards A 2 million, let the killers choose to take the order by themselves, and the person with the highest reward will definitely be a little more, then A will be much more likely to be assassinated in advance, as long as A dies, the reward order he issued will be invalidated, and B will be safe.

But how could Qing Youshan give up such a good opportunity to make money, one million! If it is posted on the killer's intranet, it is estimated that many people will rush to it, and the fight will definitely intensify.

Speaking of Qing Youshan's killer career, it can be said that it is not bleak, he has been mixed in the killer world for eight years, but he has always been in the stage of a rookie, and he has lived like a monk for eight years, and he has never killed people smoothly, which is a killer's humiliation.

All those who have heard the name of Qing Youshan just know that he has a bullish father, if he continues like this, will he really have to live under the glory of his late father for the rest of his life?

That's impossible!

Thinking of this, Qing Youshan slammed his fist on the wooden floor.

No, we have to find a way to eliminate the revocation order, otherwise, there will be no chance to make that million!

Qing Youshan patted his pants and stood up.

The wind blew in from outside the window, and the slightly long bangs fluttered in front of the forehead.

......

"Shhhhh......h ”

Mu Xia looked puzzled and said, "You have something to be active, it looks like a sloppy poor uncle......"

"Eh!" Uncle Qin glared, "How do you kid talk!"

Lao Chen, who had been silent on the side, could speak: "What's the ink, why don't you hurry in and wait for the landlord next door to ask you for rent?"

Uncle Qin gave him a vicious glance, and then opened the door.

The three of them hurried into the house.

The house was a bit cluttered, with a lot of dirt on the tiled floor.

Mu Xia looked at the dirt on the ground strangely, and finally he saw some mud bottles and cans, and his eyes widened instantly.

"I'll go, uncle, you're developed!" Mu Xia cried out.

Uncle Qin hurriedly pounced on him and covered his mouth, the sound insulation effect here is very bad, and the sound can be transmitted if it is a little louder.

"You want to die!" Uncle Qin felt a lot of headaches for this cheerful boy, at first he thought he was pretending to be calm and calm in front of the mountain, but he didn't expect this guy to be really not afraid of things, "You give me a little quieter!"

"These are antiques, right?" Mu Xia's mouth covered by Uncle Qin was still moving, and he didn't mean to stop at all, and his outstretched hand was facing those antiques.

"Is it okay for you kid to be quiet?" Uncle Qin lowered his voice and said angrily, "If you attract the landlord over, these antiques will be finished if she sees them." ”

"The landlord doesn't know?"

"Nonsense!"

"Wow, so many antique ......"

Lao Chen on the side sat on the sofa calmly, squinted his eyes slightly, and squinted at Mu Xia: "This is just a part." ”

"Part of it?" Mu Xia became even more excited, and ran out of Uncle Qin's hand vigorously: "So, there are still a lot of antiques?"

"If you want to follow us, these things are indispensable. Lao Chen said expressionlessly.

"It turns out that the assassins were tomb robbers? Mu Xia carefully touched a half-meter-high vase with his hand, which was tattooed with a blue-blue pattern, extending from the bottom of the bottle to the top of the bottle, and there was a lot of dirt on it, which should not have been cleaned.

"You've read too many novels, haven't you?" Uncle Qin sneered on the side, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and put it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and thick green silk appeared, "Just one of these things is worth at least tens of thousands, and short knowledge is short knowledge." ”

"Really, then you want to take me with you!" said Mu Xia.

Lao Chen and Uncle Qin glanced at each other and smiled slightly with an unknown meaning.

"Well, you're an Assassin now. Uncle Qin said.

Mu Xia looked away from the vase in confusion, straightened up and looked at Uncle Qin: "So casual? I thought there was some kind of ceremony!"

"What ritual do you want?" Uncle Qin asked.

"For example, an identity plate, or a number?" asked Mu Xia with a tilt of his head.

"The assassin organization is not as tightly managed as the killer organization, we are all free, and freedom is long live!" Uncle Qin patted Mu Xia.

Mu Xia's face was inexplicable: "That...... What the hell do you Assassins do?"

"Assassins, you can do a lot of things, kill people, take treasures...... There are also some messy things, and even some ...... Things in the unknown......"

"What the hell?" Mu Xia was even more puzzled.

"I'll talk to you when I have a task!" Uncle Qin held his head high and spit out a puff of cigarette, walked towards the sofa, and lay down side by side with Lao Chen.

"Knock!" "Knock!"

There were three knocks at the door.

Uncle Qin reflexively stood up, rushed to Mu Xia's side, and said in a very low voice, "It's all your fucking roar!"

"What is it?" asked Mu Xia suspiciously, speaking at a normal volume.

"Be quiet!" Uncle Qin punched Mu Xia hard, "It's the landlord!

Mu Xia didn't speak now, he didn't care about the rent or anything, if the landlord saw those antiques, it would be over.

The knocking on the door kept going on and on, with no intention of stopping.

Uncle Qin looked nervously outside the door, and there was no sound inside the door.

It's all because this stinky boy is talking so loudly and making the landlord noisy!

Uncle Qin looked at Mu Xia with cold eyes, and his vicious expression was almost about to eat him.

"Uncle Qin, Uncle Qin!" a shout came out of the door.

The low voice made Uncle Qin stunned for a moment, and he leaned over to the cat's eye by the door to take a look.

Who else calls himself Uncle Qin? Isn't it that stinky boy from Qing Youshan?

Uncle Qin was so shocked that he hurriedly opened the door, and sure enough, it was Qing Youshan, he was wearing black clothes, looking like a thief, and as soon as the door opened a crack in the door, he slipped in.

"What are you doing?" Uncle Qin asked, not forgetting to look out of the cat's eye very nervously, for fear that the old charter woman would be attracted over.

Qing Youshan naturally knew that Uncle Qin was an old man, so he had to shout out as a last resort.

"I'm ......" Qing Youshan was just about to say something, but he saw the handsome boy named Mu Xia waving to him.

Why is he here?

"Hello!" Mu Xia naturally beckoned to him.

"Stupid!" Uncle Qin said angrily at him, "Tell you to be quiet!"

Mu Xia hurriedly covered his mouth and cautiously beckoned to Qing Youshan.

"I ......"

"Don't say it here, go in, go to the bedroom!" Uncle Qin pushed Qing Youshan towards the bedroom with a gloomy face.