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Yang Yi rode his horse at full speed back to Qinzhou. This time he did not go back to the Qinzhou County Government Office. Since he had already made a deal with Zhao Yuanqing and would be going to Chang'an soon, he did not need to stay in the county government prison anymore.

He entered the city, dismounted, went to the notice wall, took out a piece of charcoal, and while no one was paying attention, drew a circle on it, and then drew another small circle inside it.

Afterwards, Yang Yi left the notice wall, found a wall, leaned against it and waited.

This is the code word in their business. Whenever they need to contact someone, they won't look for a post station or use things like carrier pigeons. They are people of the underworld and only use their own methods.

They would draw symbols of corresponding occupations on the local bulletin board, and then wait nearby, waiting for people who saw the symbols to come find them.

For example, these two circles, one big and one small, are looking for someone who knows how to assassinate, and they are female assassins.

The sun gradually rose from the east to above his head. Yang Yi felt a little drowsy under the dazzling sun. He didn't sleep all night last night and killed dozens of people, so he was a little tired.

Suddenly, he heard a cough not far away, "Cough cough cough!"

Yang Yi ignored him and continued to stare blankly, his voice getting louder, "Cough cough cough cough cough!"

Yang Yi suddenly woke up and looked up. He saw a middle-aged woman with a basket standing not far from the notice wall. She seemed to have an itchy throat and was coughing hard, looking around while coughing.

When her eyes met Yang Yi's, the woman stopped and stopped coughing. She narrowed her eyes and stared at Yang Yi sharply, her hands unconsciously forming a circle.

Yang Yi looked at her hand and knew that she was the person he could contact today, and nodded slightly.

That's how it is in their line of work. Whoever you meet depends entirely on fate, and you'll get whoever you catch up with.

The woman glanced at Yang Yi, turned around and left, and Yang Yi slowly followed behind her.

When they reached a deserted spot, the woman stopped, pretending to tidy up the basket in her hands, and whispered, "I am Fan Shiyi Niang."

"Yang Yi."

First, tell each other your names. This is the rule of the underworld, and they must be real names. If they are false, they will be spread out, and next time there is a job, no one will look for you.

"What kind of work do you have there? Who do you want to assassinate?"

"It's not assassination. It's about a man looking for a few women to be his mentors and teach his men the art of assassination."

Fan Shiyi Niang hesitated. "Teaching others... our trade is all inherited from our ancestors. How can we teach others?"

"That's up to you. If you don't want to do it, I'll find someone else."

"No, I'll go back and discuss it with my family first."

"Okay, I'll wait for you here. If you don't reply to my letter today, forget it."

"Row."

Fan Shiyi Niang hurried back with the basket. She turned a few times and stopped in front of the gate of a large courtyard. She looked around and saw that there was no one, so she pushed the door open and went in.

This is a large courtyard with five rooms in the main hall, three rooms each in the east and west wings, and toilets and kitchens on the left and right sides.

Fan Shiyi Niang and her two daughters rented the east wing, and the three of them have lived there for more than a year.

Li Qiuniang in the east wing saw Fan Shiyi Niang coming back and hurried over to ask, "Shiyi Niang, how's the matter I told you about?"

"Uh... Madam Li, let's talk about it later. My daughters are still young, and I want to keep them with me for a while."

"Still waiting, how old are you? When I was their age, my belly was already big. Let me tell you, my brother's two nephews are really great. They married in together and took care of each other. How great!"

Li Qiuniang tugged at Fan Shiyi Niang, not wanting her to leave. Fan Shiyi Niang looked down at her hands, a murderous look flashing in her eyes. She raised her head and said gently, "Madam Li, I have something urgent to do today. Let's talk about it another day."

"Uh... then tomorrow, you have to give me the letter tomorrow!"

"Let's talk tomorrow."

Fan Shiyi Niang pushed Li Qiuniang away and walked quickly into the house.

The two daughters in the room stood in front of the window, looking at Li Qiuniang outside with cold faces.

Looking back, they had two beautiful faces and slender figures. No wonder Li Qiuniang wanted to introduce them to her two nephews. For the past six months, they had been asking about them every day, which was really annoying.

The eldest daughter Fan Zhen said, "Mom, why bother talking to her? I can just go out in the middle of the night and kill his two nephews."

"Hush, motherfucker, you still haven't remembered that people in our line of work can't kill people. We only kill when our master tells us to."

"What master, master? I am my own master. Li Qiuniang is always trying to match me up with Danniang. I've been fed up with her for a long time!"

"No, each industry has its own rules. Although Li Qiuniang is annoying, her crime is not punishable by death."

Fan Dan blew on her fingernails and said coolly, "Sister, there's no need to go out in the middle of the night. Why not just provoke Li Qiuniang and let them fight each other? If you can't kill her, at least make her feel uncomfortable."

"Okay, let's get down to business first."

Fan Shiyi Niang put down the basket, repeated Yang Yi's words, and asked, "What do you think, should we go?"

Both daughters said in unison, "Go, why not?"

"It's a good opportunity to get away from here, let's go!"

Fan Shiyi Niang nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll listen to you. Now start packing up, we'll leave soon."

Fan Zhen and Fan Dan are not actually Fan Shiyi Niang's biological children, but were bought by her.

Those who work in their line of work all have inherited skills from their ancestors. If they have biological children, they will pass them on to them. If they don't have any, they will buy two and treat them as their own children, passing on the skills to them and relying on them for support in their old age.

Among those who do assassination, few have children. Some die in failed assassinations. Some fall in love with the targets while carrying out their missions, betray their masters, and are killed. Those who survive by chance dare not trust anyone and can only live like lone wolves.

Normally, these assassins look no different from ordinary people. When there are no missions to take, they are just like ordinary people.

No, not as good as ordinary people. Ordinary people have a job, work from sunrise to sunset, and their days are regular.

In addition to practicing their skills, these assassins also have to find ways to make money to support themselves. After all, not every day someone will hire them to assassinate someone. Some of them may not get many jobs in their entire lives, and they will change their careers if they can't make it.

The same goes for Fan Shiyi Niang. She has been doing assassinations for half her life and has earned some money, but she is tired and doesn't want to do this anymore.

The two daughters had just learned the craft and were still enjoying it. They wanted to go out and do some work every day, but their ancestors had a rule that forbids killing people without reason, so they could only stay here, pretending to be a mother and daughter whose husband had died, and doing some embroidery work to make a living.

Fan Zhen's unique skill is his good kung fu and concealed weapon skills, which makes him suitable for sneak attacks.

Fan Dan was in poor health and not suitable for fighting, so Fan Shiyi Niang taught her the skills of charm and poison, making her suitable for sneaking into the backyard and killing people.

The mother, her two daughters, each took a bag and left the room without anything else. They opened the door and walked out.

Li Qiuniang had been staring at them, and when she saw the three of them leave, she chased after them, "Shiyi Niang, where are you going?"

"Ah, visiting a relative."

"Relatives, do you have any relatives?"

Fan Zhen was already impatient. What’s your business? You keep asking me questions every day. Does it have anything to do with you where we go?

She turned around and smiled sweetly, "Auntie, tell your two nephews to wait for us at the entrance of the alley tomorrow afternoon. We will be back tomorrow."

"Hey, hey, OK!"

Fan Dan took Li Qiuniang's hand and said with a smile, "Aunt, let's take a good look at each other tomorrow."

Inadvertently, she flicked her fingernails lightly, and a touch of white powder bounced onto Li Qiuniang's hand.

Fan Shiyi Niang pulled Fan Dan and told her not to go too far, then hurried away with Fan Zhen and Fan Dan.

When they reached the entrance of the alley, Fan Zhen stopped. There was a stone at the entrance of the alley. Li Qiuniang's nephew loved to sit on it when he came. Fan Zhen moved the stone and tilted it slightly. When he sat on it tomorrow, it would definitely fall forward and crush him half to death.

Li Qiuniang in the yard had an itchy hand. She scratched for a long time but couldn't get rid of it. Her hand became swollen and she was so uncomfortable that she couldn't sleep well all night.

However, that has nothing to do with the mother and daughter of the Fan family.