Speed ​​Pass starts with choosing a hunter

Chapter 113: Ghostwriter

Day two.

The top of Wanjun Peak became deserted again.

Old man Dong stayed at Shenfu Gate for only one day before going down the mountain and rushing to Huanglongfu.

Although the seven masters of the Soul-Chasing Tower were killed, there were still too many people in the Huanglong Mansion who needed to be killed by Old Man Dong.

Of course, there were many people in Shenfu Sect who did not want Dong Wanjun to stay in the sect for too long, including Sect Master Murong Tian.
This time, You Shengnan and Xiong Shan did not follow Old Man Dong down the mountain, and stayed at Wanjun Peak, which was a rare occasion.

In a small courtyard on the mountainside.

Bai Yuan let out a long sigh and closed the "Hundred Poison Hands" he was holding.

The wisdom of the ancients is truly amazing.

He stayed up all night to finish reading all three books on martial arts. Although he had not yet started practicing, he had already been greatly inspired.

In the previous fight with Dao Ji, the reason why Devil Pepper failed was because the technique was wrong. It was not fast enough, nor secretive enough.

If it can be combined with the unique techniques of Hundreds of Poison Hands, even a strong martial artist would not be able to dodge it.

In addition, the recipe of the devil pepper also needs to be upgraded.

But before upgrading, Bai Yuan needs to go to Huanglongfu City first.

Night Walk is fine, after all, both the boxer and swordsman professions can upgrade their body movement skills, but the Divine Change and Hundred Poison Hands are different. They are both essential skills for a killer to save his life.

But in fact, besides killers, there is another profession that also often uses hidden weapons and poison.

That's the ghostwriter.

The so-called ghostwriter is actually a swordsman who sells his life for money. He receives money from his employer to do things for his employer, most of which involve killing people. He is actually not much different from a killer.

However, they have not formed an organization like the Soul-Chasing Tower, and most of them work alone.

Because they were not powerful enough and posed little threat, the Xuanyang court mostly turned a blind eye to them.

Huanglongfu, a blacksmith shop in the south of the city.

"Master, I want to buy a knife, three feet and one inch, remember to use good steel."

Bai Yuan found a middle-aged man who was forging iron with his bare chest. He was wearing a mask, deliberately hiding his real face.

When, when, when!
The sound of blacksmithing echoed in the shop. The middle-aged man didn't even raise his head: "The good steel is gone, but there is still a piece of black iron in the shop."

Bai Yuan: "Take me to have a look quickly."

After hearing the answer, the middle-aged man looked up at the young man who came to the shop, put down the hammer and pliers in his hands, and said in a low voice: "Come in and talk."

He didn't react much, but just took Bai Yuan into the small wooden house behind the blacksmith shop.

The middle-aged man closed the door.

"How many knives?"

Bai Yuan: "Three is just right."

The middle-aged man finally smiled: "Ghostwriter."

Yes, this seemingly ordinary blacksmith shop is exactly where the ghostwriters from Huanglong Mansion meet.

Although most ghostwriters work alone, some older ghostwriters have started brokering business, that is, introducing business to other ghostwriters.

Most of these brokers have extensive connections and are well-informed.

And the middle-aged man in front of him was the biggest broker in Huanglong Mansion.

There are two ways to open a new career. One is to upgrade the skills to the maximum level, or to trigger it through a specific event.

If Bai Yuan wants to become a ghostwriter, he must find a ghostwriter broker to complete a deal.

It was You Shengnan who told him the location of this place.

The conversation between him and the middle-aged blacksmith just now was all code words between ghostwriters. If he said something wrong, the middle-aged blacksmith would never reveal his identity as a ghostwriter.

Although being a ghostwriter is not prohibited by Xuan Yang, it is a murderous business after all, and it is always shady.

There are countless ghostwriters who have been hacked to death by their enemies.

Because ghostwriters have almost no inheritance, unless they are at the end of their rope, almost no martial artist is willing to be a ghostwriter, and there are almost no ghostwriters who have been full-time for more than three years, because almost all of them have died. If you kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed.

Dao Ji had been working as a ghostwriter for five years, and only then did he become quite famous in Huanglong Prefecture.

The middle-aged blacksmith took out an old blue account book and handed it to Bai Yuan.

This account book contains all the business brought in by the middle-aged blacksmith. There are many names densely written on it. These are the targets being hunted by the ghostwriter. Most of the names have been crossed out with a red pen.

Many ghostwriters jokingly call this account book the book of life and death.

Bai Yuan flipped through the account books.

In addition to the name, there is also a brief introduction.

Different from the Merit Hall of Shenfumen, these tasks have no difficulty levels at all, and it all depends on the ghostwriter to risk his life.

Because of this, the mortality rate of ghostwriters is extremely high.

Bai Yuan flipped quickly.

The targets of these tasks were disorganized, including people from Huanglongfu, people from other counties, and even names of other prefectures and states.

It only took the time of an incense stick for Bai Yuan to close the account book again.

The ghostwriter does not need to focus on one target. As long as all the targets in the account book are killed, he can just bring the heads to collect the reward.

Of course, if someone else gets there first, you'll have no choice but to choose another target.

Bai Yuan memorized several names.

After returning the account book to the blacksmith, he walked out of the cabin.

"Come often in the future."

The middle-aged blacksmith showed his yellowed teeth and sent off an ordinary customer as if he was seeing him off, which did not arouse any suspicion from others.

The sun sets in the west.

Bai Yuan was packing the clothes he would need for tonight in the courtyard of Wanjun Peak.

A pure black dress.
He had taken this nightgown from a killer from the Soul-Chasing Tower. It must be said that the quality of the nightgown from the Soul-Chasing Tower was very good.

He had already tried it on and it fit him perfectly.

Most ghostwriters choose to hide their identities. Otherwise, not to mention that their enemies may come to them, they cannot let their wives and children be implicated.

Dao Ji is a lone man, so he dares to openly act as a ghostwriter.

Ever since he joined the Shenfu Sect, he has been trying hard to get rid of his previous identity as a ghostwriter and stop taking action.

Bai Yuan certainly didn't want to reveal his identity.

With this nightgown, the possibility of him being discovered will be greatly reduced. Not only that, the nightgown of the Soul-Chasing Tower is extremely concealed in the dark and is also convenient for movement.

Yes, he plans to take action tonight.

Those who appear on the list of ghostwriters are not ordinary people.

Most of these people were targeted by hostile forces at a cost of money.

Bai Yuan even saw his own name on the list of ghostwriters. One thousand taels. Perhaps it was because the bid was too low that no one had come to him for ghostwriting.

From this perspective, he is a pretty good person.

After all, those who hated him were only willing to spend a thousand taels to kill a disciple of the Shenfu Sect. No ghostwriter would do this business.

Bai Yuan didn't care about the reward for completing the task, as long as he could start the career of a ghostwriter, so he selected a few weaker targets.

The red glow outside the window faded, leaving only darkness.

Just as Bai Yuan was about to put on his nightgown and go out——

Someone knocked on the courtyard door.

"Nephew Bai, I am Wang Changsheng."

(End of this chapter)