Ying Yanshu leaned against the pillar, patted his forehead and smiled bitterly: "Fake, I didn't guess it just now." ”

Sun Sanniang of the Sun family is really not an ordinary person, the one who appeared before was a stand-in, and she hid in the back.

The bloody battle was raging in the lobby, but the woman didn't care about the battle situation at all, picked up the hairpin that had been thrown away before, stuck it on her head, twisted her waist and came to Ying Yanshu's side, leaning on the other side of the pillar like a water snake. Xiangli blew lightly in Ying Yanshu's ear, and murmured: "The situation in Jiyun City is complicated, and I am a woman standing on the cusp of the storm, so I naturally have to prepare some means." I couldn't come forward in person before, which made the little brother smile. The little brother must not be a local with such skills. What do you want to do here tonight?"

Ying Yanshu didn't look at her, and plucked her ears: "I don't want to do anything." It's just that I heard that there is a conflict between the Sun family and the Ren family, and I think there is business to be done here. ”

"Little brother, don't laugh, what business do I have here?" the woman let out a silver bell-like laugh.

"I just killed that mercenary against the current, it's not a business? Sanniang, don't think I like any kind of voluntary labor. Ying Yanshu turned his head to look at the bewitching woman beside him.

The woman pointed to the hairpin on her head and said with a smile: "Do you mean that stupid big guy just now? This hairpin that stabbed him is highly poisonous, and if you don't cut off his hand, he should be poisoned to death at this time." ”

Hearing this, Ying Yanshu glanced at the palm that had been cut off by him, and the wound really began to turn black. Ying Yanshu sighed in his heart: Sure enough, only brute force is not enough, he is still young, and he thinks about the world too simply.

"Well, I'm right. The woman tugged at Ying Yanshu's collar, "It seems that the little brother can only volunteer tonight." ”

"I'm really self-inflicted, but I can't go home empty-handed. Ying Yanshu smiled bitterly, "Since the mercenaries invited by the Sun family and the Ren family are all dead, then I helped Sanniang kill the head of the Ren family, how about Sanniang pay me?"

"Why should I do this business? I can continue to spend time with that old man, or I can hire someone else. The woman pinched Ying Yanshu's chin lightly, "And the little brother sneaked into my grandson's house without permission and killed someone, I just need to report to the official to send the little brother to prison." ”

"Then Sanniang, I can tell you clearly, you have to do this business. Ying Yanshu grabbed the woman's restless little hand, and with an evil smile, even a femme fatale like Sun Sanniang was a little flustered when she saw it.

The battle under the lobby was over, and the woman motioned for the others to withdraw, and took Ying Yanshu to the back of the painting screen. The woman sat on a chair, and Ying Yanshu sat across a table across the table. The woman said, "Tell me, what secrets do you have?" ”

Ying Yanshu smiled, took out a black thing from his arms, and put it on the table.

The woman looked at it, and her pupils suddenly constricted: it was a ghost mask.

"Don't worry, it's not fake. The material of Kui wood is very strong, so you can try it if you don't believe it. ”

"You, you're a charmer. The woman was a little confused for a while, "I, I'm telling you, I didn't break the law, and the charm general can't come nonsense." The rules of the charm department are very strict, don't put your life into it for a few copper plates!"

"The rules of the charm department don't work for me, but they may kill you. Ying Yanshu smiled weirdly, "Because I'm a defector." ”

"What do you mean?" the woman didn't react for a moment.

"I'm a defector. I just helped you kill someone, and now you are involved in the defection of the Charm General. ”

"It's none of my business!" the woman snapped.

"It doesn't matter what you think, people will only believe what they believe to be the truth. You know the style of the charm department, and you would rather kill by mistake than let it go. Now that a charm is chasing me, I'm at my wit's end. If Sanniang is willing to accompany me to the funeral, it doesn't matter if this business is not done. ”

The woman was silent.

"Sanniang, you can go to the official. Ying Yanshu continued to exert pressure.

"It seems that I have paid this reward?" the woman smiled bitterly and came to Ying Yanshu, "However, can you compensate the little brother in another way?"

As she spoke, the woman sat on Ying Yanshu's lap, and the water snake's waist was soft in her arms. Qianqianyu stroked Ying Yanshu's chest with one hand, and played with her long hair with the other.

Suddenly, Ying Yanshu pulled out the jade willow sword. In a flash of cold light, the blade of the sword cut off the woman's bun, and the long jagged hair fell down, and the broken hair fell. The woman's face changed, and Ying Yanshu stretched out her right foot and stepped on the hairpin that fell to the ground.

"Now, what else does Sanniang want to say? Don't forget, I can do this business with you, and naturally I can do it with the Ren family. I can carry your head and blackmail you to the end. ”

The woman was speechless, she really had to do this business. Although it feels very uncomfortable to be blackmailed, if you can really get rid of Renduan, this business will not be a loss.

Yuliujian picked up the woman's chin, and Ying Yanshu smiled: "Sanniang has thought about it?"

"Deal. ”

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In the room of the head of the Ren family, Ren Duan didn't know what happened to the Sun family and was reviewing the family accounts.

There was a knock on the door, and the old man said without raising his head: "Come in." ”

"Sir, what you asked for has arrived. A servant pushed the door open, carrying a round object in his hand.

"What do I want?

"Sir. The servant smiled and put the things on the table in front of Ren Duan, "Your time of death has arrived." ”

When Ren looked closely, it was the head of the guard outside the door.

Ren hurriedly got up in fright, and only halfway up did he stand up, when a cold object was placed on his neck.

"Sit down. The blade of the sword in the man's hand was attached to the old man's carotid artery.

Ren did it and went back and scolded, "Who are you?"

"Thorn, real name Ying Yanshu. But it's useless for the master to know this. ”

"What do you want to do?"

"Isn't this obvious? Don't blame me, Sun Sanniang has paid. ”

“······” Hearing this, the old man fell completely silent, ignoring the blade of the sword around his neck, his eyes closed.

"What does the master think?" Ying Yanshu didn't understand how he became too talkative.

"I—I'm waiting for you to do it. The old man calmly closed his eyes and straightened his back, "What's the matter?

Ying Yanshu's smile gradually stiffened, and he understood that as long as the Jade Willow Sword was one more inch, his task would be completed. But the tip of the sword seemed to be deep in the mire, motionless, but the wrist was shaking. Waste! Waste! Ying Yanshu scolded himself in his heart. I just broke the artery of a mercenary and cut off the head of a guard, how can I not even deal with an old man now!

Only then did Ying Yanshu understand why he talked so much before killing people, and why he always laughed. He had thought it was cool, the style of a ruthless killer, but now he realized he was wrong.

Some killers talk a lot and are playing with their opponents. I talk a lot, but I am actually delaying time, because I don't want to kill.

Some killers are always laughing, enjoying the slaughter. I always laugh, but I am actually lying to myself, because I dare not kill anyone.

It's not that he hasn't killed anyone, but it's the first time that Ying Yanshu has killed an unarmed old man like this in battle, all of them are in battle, and he slashes the opponent's neck with a sword blade.

Ying Yanshu once longed for the life of a killer, sneaking in the night, accompanying and dying, when the blood of prey and opponents spilled on his body, perhaps the coolest moment for a man. As a result, he joined the Charm Department and became one of the rulers of the long-awaited night of the Empire. But the situation suddenly changed, the Ying family was destroyed, and with the help of Xi, he broke away from the charm department. He had never carried out a mission in his short career, and tonight was the first time he felt the charm of the word 'charm', but he couldn't afford it.

The dark night of the empire is not full of bloody battles and fearless sacrifices, as in the dreams of teenagers, but intrigue and massacre. Ying Yanshu longed to face the sword light, but he was unable to raise the butcher knife in front of an old man. He now knows how naïve he was at the beginning, and he can't be a charm at all.

This is not the night in a dream, Ying Yanshu is in it, feeling empty and dazed.

The family was killed in the middle of the night. Dad, did you die like this? Ying Yanshu's sword tip drooped slightly.

At this moment, Ren Duan's closed eyes suddenly opened, and he pulled out a dagger with a blackened blade from under the table and stabbed at Ying Yanshu. Ying Yanshu reflexively moved his hand, the tip of the sword shifted, staggering the artery but still piercing the neck. Ying Yanshu hurriedly pulled out his sword, and Ren fell to the ground, and the dagger practiced Ying Yanshu's clothes without touching it.

Blood flowed across the floor, panting in pain through the hole in his neck. He couldn't survive, his trachea was punctured, and blood loss and suffocation would kill him. Compared with directly cutting the artery, this kind of death is long and cruel, but Ying Yanshu has no intention. Ren struggled, crawling to Ying Yanshu's feet little by little, trying his best to stab Ying Yanshu with the quenched dagger in his hand. Ying Yanshu was motionless, unable to laugh anymore, and watched Ren Duan die with complicated eyes.

This is Ying Yanshu's psychological activity, which is not the case to outsiders.

"You're cold-blooded to scare killers, friend. Suddenly there was a sound of applause from behind.