"How many Tianzi-level killers do you have in Rashomon?"

"A lot." Ghost Faced Yama's answer was very vague, and he implicitly told Zhao Yun that this was highly confidential and there was no comment.

"I'll take care of everything for a sky-level killer. Come with me to the Southern Territory." Zhao Yun said calmly.

As soon as these words came out, Ghost Faced Yama raised his eyebrows. He couldn't help but take a second look at Zhao Yun. He copied Dayuan's hometown. He is rich and powerful. Looking at the world, Zhao Yun is the first one who dares to say this.

You know, it is very expensive to hire a top-level assassin from Rashomon, so let’s talk about him! Even if it costs tens of millions, he may not be willing to go.

"Are you sure it's all inclusive?" Ghost Faced Yama said leisurely.

"Do you think I'm kidding?" Zhao Yun glanced at him.

"It's easy to say, take the money!" Ghost-faced Yama didn't waste any time and simply extended his hand.

"Does it fit?"

"Inappropriate."

Ghost-faced Yama then thought about it and realized that it was indeed inappropriate to reach out.

All-inclusive packages for a top-level killer, with only one hand, he definitely can't handle that much money.

So, he picked up a sack.

Even a single banknote can fill a sack.

"Keep the accounts first, and I'll give them to Luoxia later." Zhao Yun said seriously.

"One code equals one code, no credit allowed."

Ghost Faced Yama collected the sack, held up his hands, and looked at Zhao Yun with his eyes as slanted as possible. This is the first time I have hired a killer and brought him on credit. Aren't you afraid that after the killers complete their mission, they will take you with them?

?

To sum up, the Holy Son of Tianzong is indeed a breath of fresh air.

But having said that, he was still surprised.

The owner of the door actually told this guy his name, one was Luoxia, and the one he called was kind.

He was very curious about what kind of agreement his sect leader and Zhao Yun had made in private.

"Is there any news about the Great Xia Dragon Concubine?" Zhao Yun asked again.

"No news." Ghost-faced Yama shrugged, "It seems like the world has disappeared."

Zhao Yun didn't ask any more questions, his eyes were full of worry, and he had a very ominous premonition.

While they were talking, the two of them had already left the imperial capital.

The roc spreads its wings and flies high, heading straight to the southern region.

"I'm counting on my fingers, the Southern Territory is going to be lively again."

The ghost-faced Yama was still clasping his hands, sighing and tutting in his heart.

With Zhao Yun's nature of retribution, some grudges can never be forgiven.

Escape from death, how can we not let some people remember it for a long time.

While he was muttering, Zhao Yun took out a war spear, a jet black war spear.

This war spear was the one that nailed him to the sky that night when he was crossing the divine beast tribulation. The person who took the shot was a Heavenly Martial Realm. Maybe he was in poor condition that night, maybe it was too dark that night.

,

Maybe that person was hiding too secretly, and he didn't see the honor clearly, and he didn't even catch a trace of his breath.

Ghost-faced Yama took the war spear, his nose twitched, and he sniffed it from beginning to end.

To be honest, the aura on this war spear is very obscure and not very easy to find.

It can be seen from this that the owner of this war spear is of high moral character.

"Where did this war spear come from?" Ghost Faced Yama asked while sniffing.

"I was almost nailed to death by that spear that day." When Zhao Yun said this, he revealed his murderous intent.

He did not bother the ghost-faced Yama, he only wanted a result.

Ghost-faced Yama is also dedicated, like a pug holding a bone and sniffing it again and again.

Um?

For a moment, Zhao Yun suddenly frowned.

He glanced at the dark place in a subtle way, and felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him from the dark place.

But after many times of perception, I could smell the slightest breath.

"It shouldn't be!" Beside him, the ghost-faced Yama muttered.

"Can we find out who it is?" Zhao Yun asked with side eyes.

"If I'm not mistaken, he should be Zhenren Shangyang from the Southern Territory. His lineage rarely touches the world."

"How can you recognize his aura since you rarely see the world?"

"We had a chance encounter." Ghost-faced Yama returned the war spear, "The old man is not bad, and he is decent in his conduct. He is a good old man recognized by the world. How would such an old man sneak up on you who was seriously injured?

"

“Knowing people, knowing faces, but not knowing hearts.”

Zhao Yun spoke slowly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He didn't care about any good old man, he almost nailed him to death with a spear, and this account was settled with him.

"I'll take a look again."

Seeing Zhao Yun reveal his murderous intention, Ghost Faced Yama coughed dryly and took the war spear again.

This needs to be recognized clearly. If the sniff is wrong, the misunderstanding will be serious. If Zhao Yun kills him, it will not be as simple as killing one or two people. He is a killer, but he is very professional, but

You cannot do evil at will.

He checked several more times.

The conclusion is the same.

In addition to Zhao Yun's aura, this war spear belongs to Master Shangyang.

In other words, on that dark night, Master Shangyang did something that was not worthy of martial ethics. He was a good man in the Tianwu realm and was recognized by the world. He went to sneak attack a seriously injured junior. If he had not had the talent to identify the breath,

, can’t believe this is true.

It’s true. I know people, faces but not hearts.

After collecting his thoughts, he took out a talisman.

It is a high-level communication talisman, used to send messages to Tianzi-level killers.

Since Zhao Yun wants to take care of everything, let him bring it all over.

The sect leader said in the letter that day that if necessary, a sky-level killer could be mobilized.

As for the money! Ask the door owner to ask for it later. How dare you not give it to me?

Mr. Zhao also went to the road, picked up a spiritual bead from the Lord of the Rings, and gave it to the ghost-faced Yama. This was not an ordinary spiritual bead. It was swept from the Great Yuan treasury. If a person helps like this, he must give something to others.

Benefit fee.

As for money! What money do you want? I have no money.

"How can I be so embarrassed about this?" Ghost Faced Yama smiled heartily. He spoke with words, but his hands were very honest. Ma Liu took it and put it in front of his nose and smelled it. Well, it smelled like urine.

Since he was in a good mood today, he took out a small notebook and started talking about it.

Zhao Yun glanced sideways again.

He has seen this little notebook several times, and Ghost Faced Yama will take it out whenever he has something to do.

A top-notch killer who still has the habit of writing a diary?
Chapter completed!