I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 175 Killed in the Cradle (please subscribe~~)

"You are professional killers from hell..."

Facing everyone's slightly surprised gazes, Qin Yao took out the magic spirit orb from his pocket, summoned the red and white twins, and asked seriously: "I wonder if there is any relationship with other hell killers, it's better to be the one who takes money to do things." , the kind that is clean and neat, leaving no finishing touches.”

Although Shi Shaojian was not good at learning, Qin Yao beat him like a child, but in the world, in the rivers and lakes, he also belonged to the kind of existence that cannot be provoked.

What's more, even if those ordinary killers kill their bodies by poisoning, stabbing, firing black guns and other means, they can't kill their souls, and they will easily leave hidden dangers.

On the contrary, professional-level hell killers are easy to use too much. Through intermediary transactions, no matter whether they succeed or fail in the end, they can't find themselves.

This is the experience Qin Yao summed up from Hongbai Shuangsha. After they took over the task of hunting and killing Nianying, they didn't know that it was Grandma Mi who bought the murder.

"What cultivation level is the target?" Hong Sha asked.

Qin Yao thought for a while: "It must be lower than the eighth level of human masters, but the other party's own father has high magic power, which requires the killer to have the ability to reverse divination and calculation after the fact. To put it simply, killing is not related to cause and effect!"

"Killers who kill without karma are very expensive..."

"Is [-] million enough?" Qin Yao asked.

Hong Sha: "..."

I forgot that your home belongs to Kaitiandi Bank.

When I never said the word 'expensive'!

a few days later.

in a wilderness.

The silver moon is like a plate.

Shi Shaojian, who was completely naked, stretched out his hand and put a ghost into the scroll. At his feet was a woman who had been tortured to death, and a man who died tragically was tied to a wooden frame in front of him.

To practice the picture of night walks of hundreds of ghosts, first of all, draw the night walks of hundreds of ghosts on the map, and secondly, hunt the hundreds of ghosts, fill in the catalog, and practice with the help of the power of hundreds of ghosts.

It's not that Shi Shaojian can't find the ghosts, but he has some mental cleanliness. He thinks that the longer the ghosts live, the dirtier they will be, and the greater the karma on their bodies.

As for how to create.

The newlyweds in front of them are an example.

Raping and killing his wife in front of her husband, the wife couldn't bear the humiliation and turned into a ghost.Then kill her husband, the husband will be full of resentment, and he will also turn into a ghost.

Not to mention killing two birds with one stone, it also greatly pleased the mood and brought a good decompression effect, so Shi Shaojian couldn't help but burst out laughing triumphantly.

"puff!"

Quietly, a slender magic sword lingering with green light pierced through the back of his head, and half of the sword tip pierced from the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows. What's even more strange was that apart from a circle of blood red around the wound, there was no trace of it. A little bit of blood spilled out.

"what!"

Shi Shaojian's soul trembled, and he wanted to get out of his body, but he was caught by the green lights on the magic sword, and he was forcibly dragged into the sword body.

Ben Leishan.

Inside the palace.

Shi Jian, who was sitting cross-legged on the jade bed, suddenly opened his eyes, pressed his lips tightly, and hurried out the door with a serious face.

Not long after, he came to the wilderness like a ghost, and stopped in front of the corpse with red eyebrows, speechless for a long time.

"The soul returns."

After some time, Shi Jian suddenly pulled out the wooden sword that was carried behind his back, took out a stack of talisman papers and strung them on the sword, swiping the sword spontaneously ignited.

The talisman fire was blown by the wind, and the smoke curled up, releasing a summoning power, trying to summon Shi Shaojian's soul back.

However, until the talisman paper on the wooden sword was burned to ashes, the soul could not be summoned.

"The soul is back!" Shi Jian was not reconciled, and once again pierced a stack of talisman papers with his sword, calling out the soul.

But the result is still the same.

At this time, Shi Jian understood that even if he recruited a thousand times, ten thousand times, he would not be able to summon Shaojian's soul back.

Dejectedly sending the wooden sword back, Shi Jian sat down beside Shi Shaojian, pressed the index finger of his left hand on the blushing point between his brows, and kept counting and deducing with his right hand.

Counting the direction of his soul first, his eyes seemed to be trapped in a fog, and he couldn't see clearly.Counting the whereabouts of the murderer, the soul felt as if he had been hit hard, as if his head had been knocked on an iron plate.

"Lin Jiu, Qin Yao, the Yizhuang family; wild ghosts, revenge, fate..." Countless thoughts swirled in his mind for a while, but he was out of control, full of anger, and had no way to vent.

"My lord, the shadow assassin has succeeded."

In the middle of the night, Hong Sha flew to the outside of the wooden pavilion in the courtyard with a red light, bowed and said.

Inside the wooden pavilion.

Qin Yao touched the charcoal fire under the tea stove with a bamboo stick, and said lightly, "Thanks for your hard work."

He was not surprised by this result, and even took it for granted.

At best, Shi Shaojian can be regarded as the kind of small growth boss. Before he really grows up, it's normal to kill him in the cradle.

Even if no killer is invited, Qin Yao can kill him within ten rounds.

He didn't kill before, firstly because Shi Shaojian never got cheap from him; Can't you go to Zhang Deyang, the ancestor of Maoshan, for help?
Now that there are two points at three points, it is time to take his life.

As for mistakes, accidents, etc., Qin Yao didn't think about it, and didn't care.

If the first wave of killers fails, invite the second wave, and if the second wave fails, then invite the third wave, just to see how long he can last.

Of course, having said that, taking him away in one wave is undoubtedly the safest result with the least hidden danger.

Qin Yao expressed his admiration for the professional ability of this shadow assassin, and wondered whether he should still ask him to take action and kill Shi Jian when he was full-fledged in the future.

As an excellent heir of Maoshan, no matter Jiushu or him, once he is charged with killing his fellow sect, the political future in the sect can basically be sentenced to death.

In the movie, Uncle Jiu killed Shi Jian, which is the end. In fact, if there is a follow-up, Uncle Jiu will definitely be held accountable.

Not to mention what crimes Shi Jian committed or who he killed, the punishment hall looked at this, but the punishment hall was not high enough to deal with Shi Jian.

And those who are high enough to deal with Shi Jian have not only seen good and evil in their eyes, black and white.

Some moments in life are really evil, Qin Yao was thinking about how to kill Shi Jian in the future, the person involved dressed in stars and moons, wrapped in a cloud of cold air, walked in through the door, and came straight to him.

"Greetings to Master Uncle." Qin Yao stood up, saying goodbye in his mouth, but there was no expression on his body.

"Shi Shaojian is dead!" Shi Jian stared at him unblinkingly, with a terrifying aura.

Qin Yao was slightly taken aback: "When did it happen?"

"Just tonight."

Shi Jian said coldly: "Qin Yao, I didn't come to you to inquire about crimes. If you sent someone to kill Shi Shaojian, please give me his soul, and I will send him to be reincarnated, and I promise not to do anything to you because of this." !"

Qin Yao shook his head: "It's not me... Killing Shi Shaojian at this time will not do any good for me other than angering you. I am not only a monk, but also a businessman. If there is no benefit, I can't afford it. Never intervene in things that are not beneficial! Master, you have come to the wrong place and the wrong person."

(End of this chapter)