Chapter 180 Give Me One Hundred Taels First

Under the dim light of the fire, Yun Xian or Mr. Yun's expression changed drastically.

What the person in front of him said was really far from the scene he expected. Logically speaking, after inhaling so much poisonous powder, Zhao should be begging for mercy now. How could he still scold himself so vigorously?

Also, what does peer mean? Did he meet the killer who took the same order? But something was wrong, he remembered that he was the only one who took the order!

Could it be that there are still killers who dare to go undercover to Jinyiwei? Isn't he afraid of Lu Wenyu?

"You..." Mr. Yun stood up in a hurry, took three steps back, and looked at Zhao Jiu warily.

But Zhao just calmly walked to the fire, picked up the wood next to it, added it, and gathered the fire to make it burn brighter.

Then he glanced at Mr. Yun, "What? Did I say it wrong? Mr. Yun, a hermaphrodite from the south of the Yangtze River. A killer who uses poison and is very good at Qinggong. I heard that you like to tease step by step, and kill the other person when the love reaches the depths of Wushan Yunyu. Dropped, I don’t know if it’s true or not?”

Mr. Yun doesn't speak, which is indeed his characteristic. He has nothing to hide, but he also has nothing to say.

But he didn't want to say it, but Zhao still wanted to play, so he said disdainfully, "What a waste. If you don't even dare to admit that you like killing people, how can you be a killer? A waste among wastes!"

"Shut up! It's none of your business how I like to kill people. If you put on the Feiyu suit, you'll be just like me, and you'll still be a shady killer!" Perhaps because of the curse, Mr. Yun simply stopped pretending. The delicate and charming woman's voice just now turned into a slightly magnetic young man's voice.

Seeing that his voice had changed, Zhao was not in a hurry to refute, but instead laughed. After laughing enough, he said provocatively, "Oh, I just lied to you, you are really..."

"Has a temper."

Before Mr. Yun could say anything, he asked curiously, "Old Yun, we are also traveling together. Can you tell me who wants to kill me? How much money am I worth?"

"I don't know. But you are worth five thousand taels!" Mr. Yun did not hide anything and answered briefly. We are all colleagues, you can't hide this kind of thing.

Five thousand taels? not bad. Zhao nodded, so it seemed that he was still valuable.

He gave Mr. Yun a thumbs up, hesitated for a moment and said, "You have to give me a hundred taels of silver first..."

"Huh?" This inexplicable statement made Mr. Yun scratch his head and asked in confusion, "Why should I give you money?"

"Good question!" Zhao took out a small abacus from his arms, "I'm going to kill you later. You have to pay for the handling fee, clothes cleaning fee, mental damage fee and work delay fee for delaying my sleep, right? Of course, It will cost extra if you buy a coffin and bury it in the soil.”

"Oh, there are also incense offerings. I won't do anything like burning paper. I have my own parents and don't want to kowtow to others..."

If the original few sentences were still provocative, then these few sentences are outright contempt. But Mr. Yun didn't think it was unreasonable. On the contrary, he admired Zhao for being a pure businessman.

After thinking for a while, he cautiously asked, "How much can you buy my life for?"

"That's not possible. You did it first."

Both of them are smart people, but they haven't figured out the mystery inside. After all, it's not a good thing to start putting poison when you come in, or to add poison to the buns. There is no need to say it and be embarrassed, just know it well.

"Crack."

The fire burned the dry wood, making a crackling sound.

"One last question, how did you tell? It couldn't be my poison, could it?" Mr. Yun opened his stance, knowing that only one person was destined to leave alive tonight. He felt a lot more relaxed.

Zhao didn't make any secrets, "It's raining outside, and you walked all the way, but there wasn't any mud on your shoes. Say it yourself, is it strange?"

"I see......"

When the lingering sound dissipated, the two people seemed to have a tacit understanding and rushed out at the same time. The true energy continued to collide between the two people, exploded and then dissipated in the wind.

"Ding"

After just a few moves, Mr. Yun already knew that he was no match for Zhao in terms of skills. There are many differences between the two. Zhao Ju's true energy is too pure and majestic. He doesn't have the feeling of being a wild man, but he looks like a direct disciple of a big sect.

On the other hand, Zhao Jiu's expression changed even though he only had a few moves. Although Mr. Yun is indeed a wild man, his moves are weird and insidious, and he is almost as rude as he is likely to do. This was the first time he had encountered someone of this level who liked crotch picking and penetration, and even changed his voice to be seductive from time to time.

Damn...speechless. Compared with Mr. Yun, Zhao himself felt that he was a saint!

"Hey, tell me what a loss it would be if such a unique killer died in the world..."

"Everyone is talking to each other, you dare to undercover Jin Yiwei, and you have the nerve to accuse me?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao had already disappeared. Mr. Yun became famous because of his superb Qinggong, but at this time, he couldn't distinguish Zhao Jiu's figure.

After suppressing the uneasiness in my heart, since I can't tell the difference, I won't tell the difference! Mr. Yun's jade-white hands shook back and forth, and pink poisonous mist continued to spread out as his fingers moved lightly, surrounding him and spreading into the air.

"Playing with drugs! You can't!"

There was a "pop" sound, followed by a "chichi" sound like meat being fried in hot oil. The light green energy tore through the poisonous mist. Zhao was really angry, and after cutting off the poisonous mist, he lightly slapped a soft palm.

Mr. Yun's face changed drastically, and he was so shocked that he had no choice but to respond hastily with a palm strike.

"Bang!"

There seemed to be a sound of stone tablets breaking and gravel flying. Young Master Yun's true energy was forcibly dispersed, and then Zhao Jue lightly tapped his body with his toes.

"Puff"

Young Master Yun spurted blood in mid-air, smashed the door of the broken temple, and fell into the mud.

But soon he slapped the ground with both palms, used the force to rotate a circle to stand up, stepped on his feet several times, circulated his true energy to perform light skills, and ran away.

"Run? Can you run away?" Zhao Jue sneered, turned into a residual image, and chased after him.

Fearing an ambush, Zhao did not rush to catch up, but followed behind him not far away.

It was not until he sensed that Young Master Yun's speed had obviously decreased that Zhao Jue threw out a few flying knives to limit his range of movement. Then he suddenly accelerated, and at the moment when he dodged the flying knives, he avoided the several hidden weapons he turned back and pressed a palm on his back.

As his Qi was circulating, Master Yun flew forward, knocked down a tree, and fell into the mud, panting, and no longer had the strength to get up. He didn't know how many bones were broken, and he felt as soft as a pool of mud.

Before he could come to his senses, several flying knives arrived as promised, hitting several major acupoints on his body.

"Puff."

Master Yun couldn't hold on any longer, and spit out a mouthful of blood that he had been suppressing for a long time. Blood was flowing from his nose, ears, and mouth. The most desperate thing was that his body seemed to have been poisoned, but he couldn't raise a trace of Qi.

In the open space, Zhao didn't rush to make up the knife, but drew out the embroidered spring knife behind him, untied his cloak, and looked around at the darkness.

"Come out!"

"Killing one is killing, killing a group is also killing!"