"The person who wants my life?" Zhao Wuyou covered his mouth and repeated with a smile. He had not heard such arrogant words for a long time. There were too many people who wanted their own life, but no one could achieve it.
Looking at the scarred face sitting on the carriage, Zhao Wuyou knew that this guy was still a master and he did not dare to underestimate the enemy. He smiled and asked:
"Which path are you from, friend? Why do you want the life of an unknown person like me? If you want to become famous in the capital, you have a better choice, don't you?"
"If you are unknown, I'm afraid there will be no more famous people in the capital." The man sneered, pulled out the spear hidden on the carriage, slowly got out of the carriage, and walked towards Zhao Wuyou.
"Time after time" the spear that was dragged on the ground emitted little flashes of light, and it looked like it was not light. The scar-faced man looked at Zhao Wuyou and stepped forward with disdain, not taking Zhao Wuyou seriously at all.
inside.
Zhao Wuyou watched the scarred face getting closer and closer to him, and couldn't help but shake his head. He seemed to be receiving extra attention, and from time to time, people would come to trouble him.
Perhaps, people who are too good will always suffer the jealousy of others, just like the situation Zhao Wuyou is facing now.
Just as Zhao Wuyou was concentrating his energy, an angry shout came from behind him:
"What are you doing?"
The scarred face was startled, and he looked at the group of forbidden troops behind Zhao Wuyou with raised eyebrows. Then he let out a long sigh and said to Zhao Wuyou:
"Boy, you're lucky, but you won't have such good luck next time."
After saying that, the scarred face actually stomped his feet and flew up the wall. Before the imperial army arrived, he had quietly left under the cover of night, leaving only the stunned Zhao Wuyou.
"Why is it you again? Is there no one in the capital who is more hated than you?"
The leader of the imperial army looked at Zhao Wuyou and complained. He really didn't expect that so many things would happen to Zhao Wuyou just after he came out to hang out. Not to mention the fight between him and Gong Jiu this morning, it was all caused by his appearance.
There have been no less than ten fights today, and even the appearance of Zhao Wuyou now is a troublesome appearance for the Forbidden Army.
When the leader of the imperial army told the effect he had caused with a dark face, Zhao Wuyou couldn't help but smile. He really didn't expect that his power was so powerful that even if he showed up, some people would get into fights because of it.
In the past, I only heard of men getting jealous and fighting over women. Nowadays, there are actually people fighting because of the appearance of men. It’s really a big deal. It can be found in any forest.
"Tell me what that man looks like. Then I'll pay more attention to him and don't let him assassinate you." The leader of the Imperial Guard asked as usual before leaving.
"Hey, there are too many people who want me dead, but I have to live a good life. I will make those fools mad." Zhao Wuyou looked at the leader and said seriously:
"The man just now has a face with Chinese characters. There is a scar extending diagonally from the corner of his right eye to the corner of his left mouth. He looks very scary. He uses a long gun with his left hand."
"What?"
The leader of the Forbidden Army just casually asked as usual, but when Zhao Wuyou told the assassin's morphological characteristics, the leader of the Forbidden Army took a big breath of surprise and looked at Zhao Wuyou in disbelief.
"You are really lucky. If I guess correctly, this person is Qingqiang Wuqing, who ranks second among the top ten killers in our Fengming Empire. His name is Lengxue.
"Ruthless when drawing a gun?" Zhao Wuyou touched his chin with his hand, sighing secretly that this old boy's nickname was quite interesting, but it was a pity that he had a face that made people cry.
"So, if you can hire such a top assassin, you must be a very wealthy master, right?" Zhao Wuyou looked at the leader of the Imperial Army with a serious face.
The latter nodded and thought to himself, the people who want you dead are naturally the rich kids. Who asked you to get the eyebrows of the most beautiful woman in the capital? If you are not hated by others, who will be hated by others?
After asking for some more details, the leader of the forbidden army left with the assassin's carriage. Zhao Wuyou opened the door and walked back to the yard, thinking about who wanted to kill him. Now that he had too many enemies, he had to find one who could kill him.
It's not easy to spend a lot of money to assassinate your own people.
Perhaps because they were afraid that Zhao Wuyou would be lonely, at least two waves of people came to stay on Zhao Wuyou's roof that night. One group of people smoked poisonous smoke, and the other group used blowpipes to blow directly onto Zhao Wuyou's bed.
He picked up two poisonous needles.
As a veteran of the Jianghu, Zhao Wuyou knew that if his whereabouts were exposed, he would definitely cause trouble. He cleverly lived in the tunnel he dug and was not attacked by the assassins.
A night of silence.
Early the next morning, Zhao Wuyou smiled and threw out the poisonous needle on Qiu's bed, and contacted someone to sell his house. After all, his whereabouts were exposed, and this house could no longer be lived in.
Zhao Wuyou, who had already thought of a countermeasure, strolled along the way, getting rid of all the people who ended up with him. When he shook off the tail behind him, he stopped in another courtyard that he had already arranged.
When he stepped into the door, he saw the painting girl who had disappeared for a long time appeared in front of him.
"Your Miss Huamei is so kind. She gave you a house and a maid as a gift? I really want to thank her."
Zhao Wuyou's debauchery had already left a deep impression on the painting girl. The painting girl didn't pay too much attention to his wanton words. She just stepped forward and said somewhat rudely:
"You are such a wise Young Master Zhao Wuyou, aren't you hiding here now? If my master hadn't had the foresight, how could you have such a house for you to take refuge in?"
The painting girl said goodbye, but still took over Zhao Wuyou's cloak and took him around the house to get familiar with it, and from time to time she expressed her opinion of Zhao Wuyou.
Zhao Wuyou was not angry at being ridiculed. He just smiled and looked at the painting girl in front of him who was pretending to be angry with a stern face.
"Painting girl, why don't you come here? Doesn't she like me anymore? Doesn't she know that she is my favorite among the four girls?"
"Huh?" Upon hearing this, the painting girl jumped up immediately like a kitten whose tail was stepped on, her beautiful eyes widened, staring at Zhao Wuyou, and said angrily:
"You are so presumptuous. You are not allowed to talk about scholar girls or other women again. We are the noble descendants of the Phoenix. People like you are not allowed to get involved. Do you understand?"
The reluctant painting girl finished explaining the layout of the entire house, glanced at Zhao Wuyou, and then handed him the key impatiently, and left with eager steps, as if she didn't want to spend a second in Zhao Wuyou's house.
It's as if he's dazed in front of a worried person.
After sending the painting girl away, Zhao Wuyou locked the door. Although the painting girl looked stinky, she still did a good job. The vegetables grown in the small vegetable patch were enough for herself to eat for a while. There were a lot of bacon, dried meat and other edible items in the kitchen.
, even if Zhao Wuyou doesn't go out for three or two months, it will definitely be enough.
Zhao Wuyou changed his clothes and slept comfortably on the bed, but what he was thinking about was what identity he should use tomorrow to investigate who hired Scarface to assassinate him.
He looked at the cloak on the hanger at the end of his bed and smiled impolitely. Although this thing had killed him several times, in order to keep a low profile, he still chose to put the cloak at home so as not to be confused as soon as he went out.
Be recognized.
Early the next morning.
Zhao Wuyou sat up, moved around a bit, ate something simple, and then started his day's work.
He put on a simple piece of coarse cloth, and his hair was messed up. Half an hour later, when Zhao Wuyou went out again, he looked like a beggar.
He used a cane and walked forward step by step, very slowly. It was already late autumn, but Zhao Wuyou was still wearing single pants and straw sandals. I believe that even Mu Lu, who knew him best, would not recognize him in this outfit.
Came here by myself.
While Zhao Wuyou was inquiring about where to find the assassin, he noticed a majestic team passing in front of him on the main road in the capital.
The leader turned out to be Wei Long, the head of the Fengming Sect.
"Isn't this the head of Wei Long? Why did he come to the capital at this time?" A little beggar next to Zhao Wuyou said curiously.
"Who knows, it has nothing to do with us people anyway." The old beggar on the side took a look, turned his head and left. This chapter has been completed!