Late at night is considered by many to be the best time to kill.

However, in the eyes of those who really know how to kill, the dark night can only give those killers who are not yet beginners a little sense of security.

Dawn is the favorite time of day for many truly powerful killers.

The sky is bright, many people in the streets have risen early, some shops have opened, and the whole city is beginning to fill with fireworks, and the vigilance in the hearts of many people will be quietly diluted at this time, and in fact, for the vast majority of people in the city, this is the time when they are most sleepy and tired.

The starlight has completely disappeared from the sky.

In a certain street in Changling, a butcher has already gotten up early and is chopping meat.

The butcher was a middle-aged bald man in his thirties.

The bone-chopping knife raised high in his hand reflected a dazzling silver light, and it fell with a "bang" in his hand, the meat foam splashed everywhere, and the pig's big bone was split into two.

A wild dog crouched in the opposite corner, salivating at the flesh and bones that were throbbing on the board, sticking out its tongue but not daring to approach.

The butcher glanced down at the skinny wild dog, took the sharpening stick of the knife, rubbed it twice, and threw a scrap of meat scraped from the board on the ground in the doorway. The wild dog sat in the doorway, hesitated for a moment, then wagged its tail and licked the crumbs quickly.

The butcher was in a hurry, chopping the knife on the board, and picking out some broken bones that could not be sold for money, and threw them to the yellow wild dog.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman in a floral dress carried a basket to his stall, she rummaged through it, and it seemed that it was no different from the other calculating women in Changling, but what she asked softly was not about buying meat, but about murder.

"Sir, you claim to be the best killer in Zhao Di, the night owl's carriage has obviously passed by you, why don't you take action?

"It has nothing to do with them. ”

The butcher looked at the dog with a smile, as if he was talking about business with the woman, and also talking about the dog by the way, there was no murderous aura on his body and eyes, even the wild dog that was the most vigilant to murderous spirit did not notice it in the slightest, only felt that in this street, the morning light that was about to be sprinkled today was extraordinarily warm, "Before sunrise, there were too many people, there were three people. ”

The middle-aged woman reached out and pinched a piece of fat, her brow furrowed, as if she was dissatisfied with the piece of meat, but the real truth was that she knew that there were at least dozens of people passing by here in the morning, but the butcher was talking about only three people, which meant that in his eyes, there were three people who were really a threat to him, enough to influence him to assassinate.

"One is the Castle of Exile. ”

The butcher smiled and continued, "He came here last night to see the night owls. ”

The middle-aged woman muttered a few words, her tone was vague, even she didn't know what she was talking about, but she knew that the old emperor in the palace must have meant to come here.

"One is Zhao Ren, a young man. ”

The butcher was still smiling, but there was a real solemn look in his eyes, "Even I don't know who he is, but I'm sure he's Zhao, there seems to be a fire in his sword and body, and even I feel extremely dangerous." ”

"Zhao Ren?"

The middle-aged woman's face stiffened slightly, and her fingers paused for a moment on the piece of flesh in front of her.

The butcher continued, "The third is also a young man, and if I am not mistaken, the sword on his back is the Bewitching Sword. ”

"Bewitching Sword?"

The middle-aged woman was truly shocked, "The Bewitching Sword has been born?"

The butcher didn't answer her question directly, but smiled and asked, "Didn't you notice that the star was extra red last night?"

The middle-aged woman put the piece of meat in front of her into the blue, paid the coin, and then turned away as if she was somewhat satisfied.

At this moment, the sky was breaking, and on a fence wall not far in front of her, a rooster fluttered its wings and flew up to the wall, holding its head high in the direction where the first rays of sunlight were pouring in, and began to crow.

The middle-aged woman's brow furrowed at this point.

After this night, there were two people who were destined to die, one was the Shang Jun and the other was the Night Stalker.

However, what was supposed to be a very turbulent night passed out in a very peaceful way, and neither of these damned people died.

The only thing that can calm the raging tide is the undercurrent in the depths.

It's just that she can be sure that even if Yuanwu and Jiaodong County join forces, it is not enough, not to mention that the girl in Jiaodong County who is glamorous and has a long tomb should be quite big at this time, and she is very troublesome.

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The yellow leaves in the bamboo forest fluttered down with the wind, fell in the winding mountain spring, waded through the bluestone, stepped on the green wattle, and finally "lala" jumped down from the place where the boulder was broken, spreading out layers of mist.

The bamboo tube hanging under the eaves of the grass house "ding-dong-dong" sounded, only to hear the "squeak", the door panel was opened, and a man in a light gray robe carried a basin of water to pour his face into several flower pots in front of the door.

I don't know what kind of flowers are planted in these pots, the buds have not yet opened, but the leaves are oily and shiny, and they are growing very well.

This man was the most famous merchant in Changling at this time.

By this time he had left the alley and moved into the Imperial House.

This house is not luxurious, but it is located in the middle of a bamboo forest, and it is quiet and elegant.

There was a swordsman in a red robe sitting in a pavilion outside the bamboo forest.

His surname was He, and he was an official of the Divine Capital Prison.

Before he came here, there were still many soldiers and cultivators on duty around this bamboo forest, but after he arrived, these people had already been transferred out by him.

He came to kill Shang Jun in the bamboo forest, but until this time, he still did not make a move.

Because a young man who seemed a little tired appeared in his sight.

The young man was dressed in black and carried a sword on his back.

Although the sun had risen at this time, the sword on the back of the man in black was still shining with a strange blood-like red light, and even the thick cloth that wrapped the sword could not hide it.

"Bewitching Sword?"

The cultivator of the Divine Capital Prison narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said in a slightly cold voice.

Of course he knew the legendary sword.

It's just that he doesn't understand why this sword is here.

And he didn't know what kind of weird and special this legendary sword was.

The young man looked up.

The hair on his forehead was sticky and sticky with sweat.

This cultivator surnamed He from the Divine Capital Prison didn't even have any impression of his facial features, and if he closed his eyes at this moment, he couldn't even remember what this young cultivator looked like.

What attracted all his attention was the young man's hands and the teeth that showed when he smiled.

The young man's teeth were white and sharp, like a canine's tooth.

His hands were peculiar, and the fingers were unusually thick and short, as if a section of his fingertips had been cut off at a young age.