Chapter 22: Portrait of the Assassin
As the sun set, Huzi probably mastered the essentials, got up and respectfully hugged his fists and retreated. The little ghost naturally wanted to leave with him, and the two walked side by side on the road.
There was a sentence that had been hovering around Huzi's mouth for a long time, and the thought struggle in his mind had been going on for a long time, and he finally couldn't help but ask: "Brother Ghost, you don't like Miss Dusk, do you?" β
The imp smacked his tongue: "What did you say?" β
"I mean, you don't like Miss Twilight, do you?"
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A violent buckle hit the tiger's forehead, and the little ghost gritted his teeth angrily: "You really fart with your eyes closed - sneer!" That's the boss woman, I dare to like it? I don't want to die? β
Huzi touched his head in pain, pouting and not angry: "Then why did you meet Miss Dusk in private a few nights ago?" β
A few days ago, still privately? Isn't that because the boss was drunk, he let Miss Twilight in and serve! How can it still be misunderstood?
The little ghost explained the matter in the book, and said to Huzi: "The boss specially rewarded me with twenty taels of silver for this matter!" β
Huzi stretched out two fingers in disbelief, two, twenty taels, so much?
The little ghost put his hands on his waist triumphantly, and jokingly said, "This twilight girl is really a cash cow." β
"I don't allow you to say that!"
Huzi's face suddenly darkened, his tone was extremely serious, and he said word by word: "I think she is a good person!" She would patiently explain the sewing skills to herself, and said that if she didn't understand anything, she would ask her again, just like a big sister.
The imp realized his gaffe and scratched his head embarrassedly.
The two happened to meet Chao Yang on the way back, and the little ghost relied on his dead face and three-inch tongue to get a few taels of silver.
He should have asked for it last night, but then the Assassin suddenly broke in and disturbed his good deeds.
Remembering that incident, the little ghost stuffed the money into his own waist, and then asked, "Boss, can you recruit the assassin last night?" β
Chao Yang said: "I was about to go and have a look." β
It's been a night, and the assassin can't make it up.
In the firewood room, a pungent smell of blood poured into the nose, and the blood on the ground meandered to the door, and it was very slippery and disgusting to step on.
In the center of the room, a big man with a black and yellow face was trapped in a chair with five flowers, the blood on his face had dried up, and he was black, his clothes were also whipped into tatters, and strips of rags were hanging on his body.
The bandit brother standing next to him held a long whip in his hand, raised his thick eyebrows straight up, and spat out, "I'll wipe it, dog, and my mouth is as hard as a stone in a latrine!" β
Last night, I used all the means, but I couldn't get any useful information. The man in the chair was very arrogant, raised his chin slightly, gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "If you have the ability, you will kill me." β
Chao Yang didn't say anything after entering the room, and casually moved a person sitting opposite the assassin, his dark and deep eyes looking at the person opposite him unceremoniously.
"Thief, if you have the ability, you will kill me." After a night of torture, the yellow-faced man was a little lacking in strength, and began to gasp after saying a word.
Chao Yang laughed meaninglessly, cocked Erlang's legs, and his fingers clicked on the chair handle for a while, and his tone didn't care: "Lao Tzu is a bandit, he doesn't have any big skills, and he doesn't want to kill you now." β
"Thieves! You're shameless. β
Chao Yang said disdainfully, "How can you say that you are also a man, how can you scold people like an old woman?" β
The big man was choked, and he was choked in his chest, and he wanted to scold something very dirty, but he was afraid that the person on the other side would mock him.
After a few entanglements, he said indifferently and firmly with a straight face: "Don't waste your efforts, I won't tell you anything." β
Looking at his underbeaten appearance, the little ghost and the tiger couldn't help but want to do it. glanced at his boss, he still had a faint expression, as if he had come to watch the play.
"Yes."
Chao Yang looked at the little ghost and said, "Go find a painter." β
"Yes."
He would never ask the boss why he did this, because he believed in Chaoyang from the bottom of his heart! This guy looks uninhibited and flamboyant, but he is actually ruthless.
The painters are all in the city, where can they be caught so quickly? The little ghost recalled the boss's meaningful eyes, smiled, and pulled a man into the firewood room in the village.
When someone came, Chao Yang nodded with satisfaction, "Wipe this brother's face clean, and then draw a portrait of him." β
"Thief, what the hell are you going to do?"
The big man suddenly writhed and struggled in the chair, his face distorted, and the murderous intent in his eyes rolled, "Thief!" β
"Be honest!" The little ghost slapped him in the face, and his eyes motioned for Huzi to come over with a handkerchief.
Chao Yang stood up unhurriedly and patted the hem of his clothes, looking at him nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I just look at you and want to draw a portrait of you." β
"You, you." The big man trembled, the thief wouldn't like a man, right? Although he said that he was mighty and domineering, he was powerful, but he only loved women.
His lips trembled, and he said, "Thieves, you can't be humiliated!" β
"Who's going to insult you?" Chao Yang felt funny, and hooked the corners of his lips, "You are also worthy?" β
"Thief, what the hell do you want to do!"
"Portrait."
He is still the kind of tone that fishes people, and the teeth of people who hate are itchy, and his heart is like a cat scratching.
Chao Yang clasped his hands in front of his chest and continued slowly: "Last time, your brother said that he would arrest my woman, and then force me to submit. There was a fierce light in his eyes, "I'm just going to draw a portrait of you, and then I'll send someone down to find out who you are." β
"Of course, an assassin like you is probably incognito wherever you go." Chao Yang muttered to himself, suddenly remembered something, and squinted his eyes: "Do you have a family?" Or, have you got a family, are there any women? β
The thief is going to threaten himself with his family! What a wicked man who will be avenged!
The big man's face changed suddenly, his chapped mouth squirmed a few times, and he pretended to be calm and said: "I am alone and have no family, so you can't danger me at this point." β
"Oh." Chao Yang was unmoved, and replied lightly: "Anyway, the people under my hands are idle, just let them go out to find someone to get busy." β
The little ghost smiled, "That's right, that's right, our bandit gang is all over the world!" When the time comes, I will have the portraits distributed and then go to the streets and ask people, have you ever seen the people in the portraits? β
"The world is so big, you, you can't find it at all!" The big man is still hard-mouthed.
The little ghost grinned: "It's okay, we're idle!" β
Everyone has weaknesses, most people are afraid of death, but this man is not afraid. In that case, there was no other way to pry his mouth open.