"You're so cold-blooded that even killers are scared, friend. ”

There was a sudden applause behind him. Perhaps because he hadn't come to his senses yet, Ying Yanshu turned around unhurriedly, and his cold expression did not change at all. A man in blue was leaning against the door frame and clapping, with a headless corpse lying at his feet, which was the guard who had been killed by Ying Yanshu just now. The candles in the house were dim, and the man's face was obscured by shadows, making it difficult to see his face.

"Who are you. ”

"I want to know who you are?" the man's tone seemed to be complimentary, "you could have killed him and didn't do it." You crush his hopes until he is about to rebel. Instead of cutting off his head, you chose the cruel way of dying by cutting off your trachea. Look at you now, calm as a snake. Which mercenary group are you a pervert unleashed?

The man completely misunderstood Ying Yanshu, but what he saw was indeed the truth, and what Ying Yanshu did really do. It can only be said that it is born from the heart, and people like him will only understand it this way. As for the reason, of course Ying Yanshu will not explain, and he will not believe it.

"I'm not a mercenary group. Ying Yanshu pointed his sword forward, the blade reflecting the flickering candle flame, "Let me ask one last time, who are you?"

"Young people are so angry. It's really a hero from ancient times, and since the last fiasco to that little pervert, I'm really afraid of you juniors. The man stepped out of the shadows, his face was vicissitudes, his stubble was gray, and he only had one left eye, "But you can't scare me, you're far from that guy." ”

Ying Yanshu was noncommittal. Indeed, for some of the top masters, his strength is really not enough.

"You said that Sun Sanniang paid you, then he must be dead. ”

"You say that stupid big guy. ”

"You say he's stupid, and it looks like he's dead. By the way, is the body still intact?"

"Is it complete if you have one hand missing?" chatting with such a person made Ying Yanshu uncomfortable. His one-eyed man was ruthless and perverse, and he felt like he was being stared at by a lone wolf on the steppe, and he was an old wolf who had been wounded. Judging from the breath, this person's strength is not weak, but he is not a master, he seems to be slightly stronger than Ying Yanshu, and he should be medium among the charm generals, but he is not a general for Xi.

"One less hand, isn't it? Let's just be incomplete, or I'll have to bring his body back. The man's words were extremely cold.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Didn't that stupid big guy scare you with a countercurrent before he died?"

"Are you a person who is against the current, when did the countercurrent become so united?"

"No, no, no, it's a freedom. Moreover, he is not a person who is against the current, he is my person, and the person who is against the current is mine, so he always says that he is a person who is against the current. ”

"You're Mingling!" Looking at the man's blind eyes, Ying Yanshu finally remembered.

"Naruto, this name is very familiar, no one has called it for a long time. If you don't dislike it, you can call me Ming Lao, I'm in my early fifties, so I don't take advantage of you. ”

"You're going to avenge your people?"

"Of course not, that guy is my wife's nephew. After learning a little three-legged cat kung fu, he is arrogant outside, and he is always under the banner of countercurrent. This time, he took over the work outside privately in the name of countercurrent, and my wife was worried about an accident and urged me to come and see, and I also wanted to take the opportunity to teach this idiot a lesson. Now that he is dead, there will be no accidents or troubles in the future, and everyone will be happy. Ming Lin stretched out his palm, and a layer of blue flame suddenly appeared, wrapping his palm. The palm of the silent hand danced lightly, and the blue flame jumped, sometimes becoming a flower, sometimes becoming a snake. After the flame dance lasted for a while, Ming's expression dimmed, and with a wave of his hand, he reluctantly dispersed it.

"Moreover, even if I wanted to take revenge, I didn't have the ability. I made an oath when I lost to Yan Hong that if I don't make a move in this life, I can't break it. ”

"So, what are you staying here for, just to talk to me?"

"Hehe, I want to ask you if you would like to join the countercurrent. ”

"What?" Ying Yanshu thought he had misheard. He killed his loved ones, but he invited himself to join his organization.

"Don't think too much about it, you're more appealing to me than that fool who only causes trouble. If you join the countercurrent, the task will be recruited by the organization, and it will be announced to the members in a unified manner, and you will not be accepted or not, and there will be no superiors who will scrape oil and water from your remuneration, how about it?"

Ying Yanshu thought for a while and said, "I have one condition, Ming Lao." ”

Ying Yanshu's title made Ming Lin raise his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Let's hear it." ”

Ying Yanshu whispered, and Ming Lin smiled after listening: "Sure enough, it's a killer with personality, and the old man is becoming more and more interested in you." Rest assured, the countercurrent is not like the Yan, it is a very free place, and no one will force you to do things. ”

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A year later, in the southern part of the Xiling Empire, Langchun City. The old lacquermaker was posting a notice on the bulletin board, and a passing young man stopped to watch. After the old lacquermaker left, the young man stepped forward and carefully read the document "Exchange Rates of Goods and Commodities of All Countries". This is a relatively authoritative stateless organization issued in various countries, which describes in detail the difference in the price of goods between countries and the change in the price difference.

This is known as the "Exchange Rate of Merchants", but what is not known is that the business organization that issued it is a subordinate organization of the Countercurrent Mercenary Group. It is through it that the mission information of the Countercurrent Mercenary Group is conveyed to the killers in the shadows under the noses of the world. The young man who read the document was Ying Yanshu, who joined the countercurrent a year ago.

Flame and countercurrent are equally powerful and completely different. Ji Yan's glory stems from the strong strength of the leader, and the name of the first mercenary is powerless to fight even against the current, so after Yan Hong broke with the last soldier, the leader's aura is no longer there, and the collapse of the dynasty is also expected. The success of the countercurrent lies in the perfect employment system, which is like a hornet's nest without a body, unless tens of millions of hornets are pinched to death, otherwise it will always exist, but it is impossible to pinch all hornets to death.

The bulletin board is very large, and there are many posters pasted with it, and there are many people who don't look high. Ying Yanshu didn't know if there were any companions in the crowd around him.

"Xiling vs. Jingchuan, linen cloth is two to three, silk satin is two to seven, and Xuantie is three to one······ Tea is one to four. ”

"Xiling convection Ze, pottery four to five, Kui wood five to one, celadon one to six······ Tea is three to two. ”

“······”

This is the business information that ordinary people see, but the mercenaries who go against the current will pay close attention to the numbers in it, and some of the numbers will be shallower. Ying Yanshu, like the other caravan boys who came here, took out a small notebook and memorized it, but what he wrote down were those slightly lighter numbers. Once she sees the lighter-colored punctuation, Ying Yanshu leaves a short interval and then continues to remember.

Ying Yanshu returned to a bamboo building, which was his home in Langchun City. The climate in Langchun City is warm and humid, and people live in double-storey bamboo buildings, as well as their own yards, and the rent is cheap. Ying Yanshu's income after joining the counterstream is not small, if it weren't for Ying Zhao, he really wanted to buy this bamboo building and settle in Langchun City. Wenwen is catching butterflies in the yard. This little girl's adaptability seems to be stronger than Ying Yanshu's, and she can live exactly like the locals in just two or three days after coming to a city, and she is happier than anyone else. Of course, he didn't tell Wenwen about being a mercenary, and every time he went out on a mission, he said that he ran errands for the dart bureau and became a temporary dart master.

Back in the room, Ying Yanshu took out a novel, put it together with the notepad just now, and took out another piece of manuscript paper. One would flip through the novel, the other would look at the notepad, and the mouth would say, "One-five, one-eighteen, seven." Fifteen pages, eighteen rows, seven columns, kill. Thirty-nine, one, two······"

Ying Yanshu wrote down the words he found on the manuscript paper, put away the novel when he was finished, tore off the page of the notepad with the numbers on it, and burned it.

"Kill the son of the Yang family in Ling Kecheng, don't hurt the second son, 1,500 gold coins, before August, Chi County will drain the river. ”

"Before the Ji Fire Dart Bureau arrived in Chen County, he robbed the escorted Baicang porcelain, two thousand three hundred gold coins, and drained Chen County. ”

“······”

Diversion is where the Countercurrent Mercenary Group pays mercenaries. That novel was also issued by a subordinate organization of the Countercurrent Mercenary Group, and it will be changed once every six months. If there is nothing unique about the unsavory mercenary mission, how can the Countercurrent Mercenary Group organize such a large and scattered mercenary group?

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Wenwen shouted outside the door: "Uncle!