Liuzhier Lane in the east of the city was originally remote and desolate and sparsely populated, because from the city gate to the east is the relationship between the funeral posts, and the streets and alleys are mostly white business. Probably because of the suspicion of being contaminated with bad luck, no matter how stubborn the scoundrel is not in this alley, so the security of the wicker alley is not bad over the years, plus the land is cheap, and it has gradually become lively over the years, and some merchants have plucked up the courage to plate some facades and start a living business, the butcher shop rice shop and the coffin shop paper shop live next to each other, it looks a little awkward at first, and I don't feel anything when I get used to it. After all, no one in the neighborhood who lives here wants to travel far to buy supplies.

What's more, the shops here sell all common necessities, but the prices are fair, and they are cheaper than those on the main street, which is extremely valued by those poor families who count the money to live, so not only the residents of Liuzhier Lane, but also some people from the surrounding streets and alleys also like to come here to buy.

Leaning next to the largest Li Ji coffin shop in the city, there is a rice shop that does not even have a signboard, but it uses a red piece of paper to write the word "rice" on the façade to count, which contrasts with the black characters on the white background of the coffin shop next to it. The shop sells local aged rice collected from the suburbs and villages, whether it is the fullness of the particles or the color, at a glance, the quality is not high, and there are some dust particles visible to the naked eye mixed in, not to mention those extremely small rice worms in the cheerful hide-and-seek inside.

It's just that the price of the rice shop is extremely low, so low that people are a little worried about whether the shop can still be opened, so almost no one can bear to really pick and choose the quality of the rice.

Everyone knows that the rice in those rice shops in the west of the city is shiny and shiny, and the rice made is glutinous, fragrant and delicious, but you have to have spare money to buy it, right?

Where do you dare to invite any guy in such a rice shop, there is only one trembling old shopkeeper in the store all these years, everyone can't remember all the names, only know that his surname is Lu, so they affectionately call him Lao Lutou. Lao Lu Tou is very angry with people, when there is no business, he sits on the bench in front of the store all day to bask in the sun, likes to squint his eyes and greet every passerby happily, and when he meets a guest to come to the door, he gets up on crutches and grins with a toothless mouth to do business.

"Old Lutou, is there new rice from Chengqiao Town?"

Old Lu Tou leaned against the door to take a nap, opened his sleepy eyes vigorously when he heard the sound, carefully looked at the thin middle-aged man in front of him, and couldn't help but be surprised, "Yes, yes, but the Chengqiao rice in the small shop is more expensive than the Chengxi rice store, and the guest officer still wants it?" ”

The middle-aged man in front of him was dressed in a green robe, and the wide hat almost covered his entire face, he stood in the shadow under the eaves, holding a withered yellow bamboo pole in his hand, and tapped twice on the threshold, and then asked hesitantly, "Is there fifty catties?" ”

Fifty catties is naturally not a small amount, especially for those neighbors in Liuzhier Lane, buying a catty at once has been counted as a big hand, how have you ever seen a big customer who is fifty catties as soon as he opens his mouth. Lao Lu smiled so much that the folds on his face were about to bloom, and he hurriedly stood up with the door frame, made a gesture of invitation to the door, and said with an emotional and somewhat respectful and flattering look, "The guest officer is generous, please follow the little old man into the backyard rice warehouse to inspect the goods." ”

The middle-aged man answered in a deep voice, raised his legs and walked into the shop, watched the old Lu Tou skillfully and laboriously tidy up the shop, and then carefully closed the door of the shop, and then took off the hat on his head, revealing an honest face, which was the assassin who sneaked away after the failure of the street assassination.

The old man who bolted the door of the shop was stunned, and his eyes wandered twice on the middle-aged man's face, and then he lowered his eyes and sighed, "If I didn't see it face to face, I never thought that the famous nightfall on the second floor would be such an ordinary appearance." ”

This sounds like a face-to-face accusation, and it is not polite. However, the thin assassin known as Nightfall didn't care, just smiled very casually, the best assassin has always paid attention to the word ordinary, if there is any outstanding place that is easy to be remembered, how can he still hide his whereabouts.

This ordinary word is God's reward.

"You stay in the backyard for a few days, and when the wind dies down, the little old man will find a way to cover you out of the city." Lao Lu Tou saw that the light in the room was dim after the doors and windows were locked, so he took out the fire fold and lit the oil lamp on the counter, and then looked at the night and whispered.

Obviously, the news of yesterday's failed assassination on the street had reached the ears of Lao Lutou, but he did not show any expression of pity, let alone curiosity to inquire about the details. The words spoken are also concise and clear, and there is no superfluous nonsense.

"If I want to go out of the city, why do I need to come to you?" Yeluo snorted lightly in his nose, picked up the pottery bowl on the table, glanced at it and placed it on the counter, then took out a jade pendant from his arms and confessed, "You want to find a way to go to the Red Sleeves Building and hand over this jade pendant to the horseman surnamed Liu who is catching the car." ”

Old Lu Tou didn't reach out to pick up the jade pendant, but just picked up the pottery bowl on the counter, drank all the water inside, took the clay pot on the side and filled the bowl again, took a small sip of himself, and then handed it back to Yeluo, reminding him in an unquestionable tone, "The Lord only asked me to send you away, you don't want to make another trouble." ”

Years of killer career have made Yeluo extremely cautious and cautious about everything around him, obviously his throat is already smoking, but only when he saw Lao Lu Tou drinking it himself, he was extremely careful to hold the water bowl and drink it all at the place where Lao Lu Tou drank the water just now.

He put down the bowl, raised his sleeve and wiped his lips, and burped in great satisfaction. Thinking that yesterday's assassination not only did not succeed, but also damaged a brother who was very close to him, his chest, which had just been slightly refreshed by the cold water, quickly became hot again, and there was a little anger in his deep voice, "This Li Xinglin has done bad things to me several times, killed my brother, this revenge is not avenged, how can he be a human being." ”

Old Lu Tou narrowed his eyes, thinking that it was really biased to say this from the mouth of a killer. The dark world has its own rules, taking people's money, taking people's lives or losing their lives, you must have the courage to gamble and lose. Whether it is a prison robbery or an assassination, he can only blame himself for his lack of skill, even if his brother dies in prison. When talking about business, you have to talk about business, how can you forcibly put this debt on someone else's head. Could it be that when others know that you are coming, they have to tie themselves up in advance and wait for you to fail?

In recent years, Yeluo, who has become famous in the second floor, is accustomed to the aura and praise brought by victory, and enjoys the power and wealth derived from it, and how can he accept the loss brought by frustration. Thinking of this fiasco of losing troops one after another, not only will his grade in the building be greatly affected, but the prestige he has worked so hard to build up will be ruined, and those people who originally looked down on him will definitely be pointing and poking behind their backs.

As for the practice of sect gangs not to assassinate local officials of the empire, he didn't think about it, but first, he was carried away by hatred, and secondly, he thought that as long as his hands and feet were beautiful, no one would find out about himself hidden in the dark night world.

It's a pity that the old revenge has not been avenged, and new hatred has been added.

Old Lu Tou sighed, thinking that the younger generation is too ambitious and ambitious, always thinking of one step to the sky, and even the means are too extreme, not at all like those old-school predecessors.

Although he is reckless in the rivers and lakes, he must also put morality first.

"The Lord means to stop there, and not to renew the branches." Old Lu Tou paused, but he didn't see the anger growing on Yeluo's face, and kindly reminded, "If you provoke the anger of the Lord, I'm afraid it won't be beautiful." ”

"Isn't it beautiful?" The ridicule on Yeluo's face disappeared as soon as it appeared, and there was uncontrollable anger in her deliberately lowered voice, "I have damaged my younger brother and so many brothers, do you think I still care if your master thinks it is beautiful or not?" ”

Old Lu Tou raised his eyes slightly, looked at the plain face in the dim light, grinned, but didn't say anything after all.

The two of them were silent for a long time, and saw that the old shopkeeper still maintained that smile that could not be said to be polite or detached, and a few lonely teeth on the gum avoided each other just right, which was a little weird and funny. Yeluo frowned, forced himself to take his eyes off the old shopkeeper's mismatched teeth, and coughed slightly, which was the first to break the slightly embarrassing situation.

He said a little impatiently, with a non-negotiable fierceness in his voice, "Tell your family master, settle the final payment, and we will return to the bridge and return to the road in the future, and there will be no more connection." ”

Old Lu Tou's already false smile instantly froze on his face, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of astonishment in his heart, if he hadn't pulled the string himself, he would have wondered if the assassin in front of him was really from the second floor.

I can't eat the upper house, so I want to come and eat the next house, this prestigious killer organization, more than a hundred years of golden signboards, can actually do such a bad thing about the rules?

Old Lu Tou shook his head self-deprecatingly, thinking that he was old at the end and couldn't keep up with the thoughts of young people now. Or the Lord is right, now that the world is collapsing, these guys who see money are no different from those uncooked dogs, if they only have bones and no whips in their hands, sooner or later they will have to be bitten back.

Damn Li Chengyang was still lying in the dungeon of Nanshao Prison, and these stupid assassins died without even seeing each other. Delaying the business, I haven't thought about asking for a deposit, they still have the face to ask for the tail money at this time. Old Lu Tou took a deep breath, thinking that he had been the shopkeeper of the rice shop incognito for so many years, not to mention anything else, the cultivation kung fu of that body could be regarded as cultivated. If it was ten years ago, I was afraid that even if I couldn't beat it, I would have to jump up and scold and spray my saliva on the opposite face to feel relieved.

Old Lu Tou didn't respond to Nightfall's words head-on, but just looked at the faintly beating lights in front of him, and shook his head helplessly.

"Little Lao'er received an order to send you away."