I became a saint through my son's boasting.

Soon, the assassin in black woke up.

He felt a refreshing scent strike his soul, and then he woke up, even licking his lips.

Mmm, it has a savory soy sauce flavor.

"Ah, what do you want to do?!"

The next moment, he realized his predicament. He huddled in the corner, watching Bu Qingshan warily.

"Tell me, who hired someone to commit murder?" Bu Qingshan asked calmly.

"I won't tell!"

The assassin in black was extremely tough; this was a basic quality of an assassin—never betraying any information about the organization or his employer.

"I'll give you another chance. I urge you to seize it," Bu Qingshan said calmly.

"hehe!"

The assassin in black sneered. Trying to scare him? It's just torture, isn't it? If he utters a sound, he's no man.

If you can't even withstand a little torture, what kind of killer are you?

"Er Gouzi, lick him."

Bu Qingshan was too lazy to say more; some people just won't shed a tear until they see the coffin.

"Hehe, okay!"

Er Gouzi chuckled, then turned to look at the black-clad assassin, a lewd smile spreading across his face.

"What...what are you going to do? Don't come any closer!"

The assassin in black felt a chill run down his spine, a bad premonition creeping over him. He was already intimidated by the demon, and now he was even more frightened.

"No, no, ah—"

A moment later, the assassin in black screamed madly, but his mouth was gagged, so he could only let out a soul-wrenching cry.

Two lines of clear tears rolled down his cheeks.

"thump!"

Finally, the assassin in black knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly: "My lord, please give me a quick death, I'll confess everything."

Bu Qingshan asked, "Who hired you to kill me?"

"I really don't know. I was just carrying out the tasks assigned by the organization. I wasn't the one who accepted the commission, so I don't know the employer's information."

Bu Qingshan continued, "Can you contact the person who accepted the commission?"

"I'm afraid that won't work. The members of the organization don't actually know each other. They pass on missions through tokens. The assassins who carry out the missions don't have contact with the members who receive the missions. The people who issue the missions and the people who verify them are also different."

Bu Qingshan remained calm.

He had long suspected that these assassin organizations had a tight security system, so this was not surprising.

I'm just a little disappointed.

"So, you know absolutely nothing?"

Bu Qingshan asked coldly.

"I really don't know."

The assassin in black sighed, "Assassins always earn their living through their skills. I have nothing to say if I'm not as good as you. Make your move."

"puff--"

The next moment, it felt as if a silver needle had pierced his brow, drawing a drop of blood, before he collapsed to the ground.

"Er Gouzi, drag him out and bury him."

Bu Qingshan said calmly.

"Yes, sir."

Without hesitation, the big yellow dog quickly dragged the body out of the yard.

"Father, you just...killed him like that?"

Xiao Chen stood to the side, his face pale. After all, he was only a six-year-old child, and this was the first time he had ever witnessed murder.

Three years ago, on that night of escape, Xiao Chen was knocked unconscious by his mother and placed in his father's arms, and he did not witness that brutal killing.

"Yes, kill him."

Bu Qingshan squatted down, looked into his son's eyes, and said, "Chen Qian, although you are still young, I still want to tell you that people can be good or evil."

"People who kill innocent people for their own benefit are evil people, and evil people deserve to die."

"If they don't die, they'll go and harm even more people."

"For example, this person might want to harm you or Dad today. If we let him go, he might harm Chunhua, Qiuyue, or He Shiniao tomorrow."

Chen Qian immediately glared and said, "That won't do!"

He would never allow anyone to hurt his friends.

Bu Qingshan patted his son's head with satisfaction: "So, when dealing with bad guys, we can't be soft-hearted; we have to kill them, understand?"

"Understood, Father!"

Chen Qian nodded seriously, then clenched his fist.

He remembered it.

We must kill the bad guys!

Three days passed quickly.

After dealing with the Xuan-level assassin from Mingfeng Tower, Bu Qingshan remained hidden in Xinghua Village, refraining from making any rash moves.

After careful consideration, he did not attack Mingfeng Tower.

Because he didn't know how deep Mingfeng Tower's resources were, rushing in rashly might mean he wouldn't come back.

As for the information about the mastermind behind it all, he's not in a hurry for now.

That's probably just a minor character; they probably can't afford to hire a higher-level assassin. Even if they wanted to do something bad, they wouldn't have the ability.

As for Mingfenglou, as long as he doesn't actively cause trouble, Mingfenglou won't seek revenge for two assassins who failed their missions.

These large-scale assassin organizations are all reputable; they wouldn't be so bad as to not be able to afford to play the game.

It has a reputation that has lasted for over a century.

"So, whoever the villain behind this is, he may dislike me, but he doesn't have the ability to get rid of me. He can only grit his teeth and suffer the consequences."

Bu Qingshan sneered inwardly.

The facts were pretty much as he guessed.

night.

The county government office in Qingyuan County.

"Whoosh!"

A cold wind blew into the room, and a man in official robes who was drawing a portrait of a woman suddenly stood up and turned his head to look.

Upon seeing that it was a familiar figure in black robes, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked expectantly, "Did you kill him?"

The man in black robes said calmly, "No, the assassin on the mission is dead again."

"What?!"

The man in official robes stared wide-eyed, exclaiming in disbelief:

"Impossible! He's just a cultivator at the Nine Oxen Realm, how could he possibly fight against a Xuan-level assassin? Besides, didn't I say that if he's really too difficult to deal with, we can start with his son, that's his weakness?"

The man in black robes said impatiently:

"I'm not going to listen to your nonsense. The assassin is dead. I'm just asking you, do you still want to cooperate?"

The man in official robes twitched his lips a few times, then asked with a hint of reluctance, "Excuse me, how much does it cost to hire a level-one assassin?"

The man in black robes said coldly, "Three thousand taels of silver."

"So expensive!!"

The man in the official robes gasped. He couldn't afford that much money, even if he sold everything he owned.

He was only transferred to Qingyuan County as the county magistrate last month, and he hasn't even settled in yet. Even if he wanted to plunder the people's wealth, he couldn't do it.

The two assassins he hired had already drained most of his savings over the years, and he really couldn't afford to pay them anymore.

"So, the cooperation has ended, is that right?"

The man in black robes spoke in an even colder tone.

The man in official robes had a gloomy face. He clenched his fists tightly, but eventually slowly relaxed them, saying dejectedly:

"Yes, it's over."

He's out of money, what can he do?

"See you again someday."

The man in black robes said something indifferently, then his figure flashed and disappeared, as if he had never appeared at all.

The man in official robes stood there for a long time, then suddenly his face contorted into a ferocious expression. He stared at the portrait of a woman on the table and roared madly.

"Why! We met at the same time, why didn't you choose me and instead chose him? What do I lack compared to him?!"

"Chen Xiyao, you're blind! Bu Qingshan, you stole my love! You two despicable people, you both deserve to die!!"

Finally, he grabbed the portrait of the woman and tore it to shreds.

After a long while, he calmed down.

Then suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me.

"Yes!"

"A few days ago, the county magistrate's cousin, Zhou Daya, was killed by demons and his entire family. The county magistrate reported the incident up the chain of command, and the people from the Demon Hunting Bureau should arrive tomorrow."

"Bu Qingshan is clearly a cultivation failure, yet he can now kill even a Xuan-level assassin. Could he be connected to demons?"

"Whether they are or not, once the Demon Hunting Division arrives, I can embellish the story and report it to them."

"He's just a fugitive son-in-law of the Chen family, and he's changed so much. He must have something valuable on him. If the Demon Hunting Division targets him, he'll be lucky to escape with his life!"

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