New White Snake Asking Immortals

Bai Yujun, who was in a bad mood, wanted to kill someone.

Countless demons have been rejoicing since countless streams of light have flowed across the sky. In broad daylight, some evil cultivators and demon cultivators go to restaurants and brothels to celebrate wantonly, play prostitutes, have fun and drink, and openly break the secular tranquility.

A certain snake who was wearing a straw hat and was carrying a package on his back and was going to set up a stall in the city found that he couldn't do business.

The righteous monks and the evil cultivators fought in the city, and the crowd ran away in a panic, who was in the mood to buy an umbrella. If this continues, even the rice store will be closed.

Bai Yujun, who was planning to make money with a paper umbrella in her arms, felt aggrieved.

I can't sell it, I can't make money...

Originally thought that the Western Church, which wanted to replace the Pure Yang Palace all day long, took action to settle the Demon Sect plan, preventing it from collecting virgins and girls. No matter practicing evil skills or performing sacrifices, it would kill countless people. Unfortunately, it did not take any action against the Demon Sect.

They are busy seizing the Chunyang resident site, building temples and spreading faith.

"Ugh……"

Putting away the paper umbrella, Bai Yujun decided to start a business.

Business needs to change with the changing environment of the times. We can’t always stick to the past. Only by following the trend of the times can we make more money. Buying and selling is everywhere. It depends on whether you can find the key. Money favors those who are good at finding and discovering. People... snakes, hard work will pay off.

Standing on a chaotic street corner, a certain snake decides to start a new career.

"I want to be a top assassin."

Just after an important decision was announced, a goat that escaped in the chaos knocked a certain snake back again and again, destroying the solemn atmosphere.

After a stick of incense.

Bai Yujun came out from the corner of the alley, wiped the wool from the corners of her mouth, and went to buy a pen and paper.

"Goats are tastier than sheep, which have too much wool to digest."

I went to the study and bought a pen and paper, wrote a few big characters, then picked up a bamboo pole and hung it up, changed into black clothes, and walked around the streets with the bamboo pole on my shoulders to find a good place to set up a stall.

Don't get me wrong, fortune tellers are not necessarily the ones holding banners. Fortune telling in chaotic years can't make money. After all, fate in troubled times is not good, so don't count.

Move out the small bamboo stool,

Find a sunny corner to sit down and put up a signboard.

I saw two large characters written on the rough signboard, Assassin, simple and straightforward, telling everyone that I am an assassin, and anyone who wants to kill can come to me. In his arms, wearing a bamboo hat and bowing his head in silence, imitating the silent and low-key of a killer.

Bai Yujun's goal is to assassinate Xiexiu Moxiu.

The perfect assassin is to kill the enemy in the simplest and fastest way, instead of wearing armor and wielding a heavy knife to smash the opponent into garlic sauce, but Bai Yujun doesn't know assassin knowledge.

Neither Chunyang Palace nor Nanhuang had learned how to assassinate, and would only rely on their instincts to sit on the sidelines.

There is no way, start from the beginning, the best technique is not to find someone to learn, but to learn it by practice. It can not only practice assassination but also make money, without losing money.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and many people were curious about the girl in black sleeping against the wall.

I haven't received a job for several days...

A certain snake is not in a hurry. In the morning, he spends two pennies to buy a big pancake. At noon, he goes to a restaurant to order some dishes. He sits against the wall and waits for work. As a senior street vendor, he has enough patience in doing business.

someday.

A few playboys passed by laughing and laughing, and suddenly someone noticed the signboard and the swordsman.

"Yo~ There's another assassin here, nice to meet you."

"Don't look at it, he's just a bluffing liar, and he's covering his face. He probably doesn't want to be seen ashamed. It's important to go to Xianglou for a drink."

The dandy in a luxurious robe and holding a folding fan was more interested in the brothel than the swindler on the roadside. The dandy who said hello seemed to have found something interesting, and took out a tael of silver and threw it in front of the man in black.

"Help me kill someone, how about my dear elder brother who is the heir of the family?"

The dandy was just joking, and by the way vented the depression of being a concubine who couldn't inherit the family business. The concubine was only better than those servants, and he would have to beg for food once Lao Tzu died and the concubine came to power.

"Name, address."

The man in black suddenly spoke, the voice was soft and it was a girl.

"Hahaha, he's quite serious. His name is Du Yuan, and he lives in the Du Mansion in the east of the city."

"Brother Du, hurry up, don't talk nonsense with that liar, be careful that your Hong'er is asked to go to Cheng Huan tonight, don't you want to die of love?"

"Extremely extreme, my Hong'er must be mine!"

The dandies laughed and went straight to the brothel. Bai Yujun, who was dozing against the wall by the side of the road, glanced at the silver, and it was better to be a dandy, and he didn't care about spending money like running water.

The vendors around looked at Yinzi greedily, envious.

He raised his bamboo hat and looked at the east of the city.

"The Du family, Du Yuan, there are rumors in the city that the Du family has bought many children, or it may be related to the Demon Sect. If so, go and take his life tonight."

Reach out to pick up the silver, since the money is collected, the contract is automatically generated, at least it is a little less, the first order will be a discount promotion

After finishing speaking, lean against the wall to bask in the sun and fall asleep...

…………

the next day.

Bai Yujun was still basking in the sun with her back against the wall. The horizontal knife in her arms seemed to have been unsheathed recently. The scabbard was wrapped in rags, and the handle was wrapped in non-slip linen. It looked like an ordinary fire stick, unobtrusive and low-key.

In the distance, we could hear bursts of crying coming from the east of the city, a certain woman was crying loudly and heartbroken.

Passers-by were secretly amused by the discussion about this. It seemed that the assassinated person should indeed be killed. One person who exchanged his own death for the joy of the entire city's civilians was considered a contribution.

A certain snake was recalling the loopholes in the assassination last night, looking for the deficiencies over and over again to correct them.

In the distance, a person came staggeringly, as if in a daze.

Du Ding was dumbfounded.

This morning, I was woken up by a servant girl screaming, and then I learned that my elder brother who was indifferent and mocking to me was dead. His face was calm as if he was asleep, and there was no scar on his body. The aunt only had his son. When he died, he became the sole heir.

But... how could he die so well?

Du Ding thought of the girl in black yesterday, he gave her money to buy his brother's life, and today his brother died, if it doesn't matter, no one would believe it, could it be that she is really an assassin? It is said that assassins are cold and ruthless, what if they turn around and kill themselves? Now that he is the sole heir to the family property, he can't die.

Holding the package in his arms, he walked carefully to the girl in black and knelt down.

"Hero... this is all my silver... Please don't kill me..."

Bai Yujun didn't lift her head.

"Business pays attention to the balance between money and goods. If you give money, I will kill people. If you give more money, then I must kill again. Tell me, who do you want to die."

"I... I was wrong..."

The rest of the vendors didn't know why, and couldn't figure out why the dude from the Du family knelt down to the girl who used to sell umbrellas.

"Take back the money. In addition, please help me promote it. You know, if I don't have a bill, I won't make any money. You can tell others that I am good at killing people, and the quality and quantity are guaranteed."

"I...I will definitely help the hero to promote..."

Du Wandan wants to cry but has no tears.