The music of Vicetone, tony Igy, and Astronomia lingers in my mind.
Even after several days, the shadow did not return to normal.
He couldn't wake up from that shadow all at once.
Anyone who opens their eyes to find two funeral directors applying makeup to them and smiling at each other would find it hard to remain calm.
It's almost like, "When the black guy smiles, life and death are unpredictable."
Over the course of several days, Ying's condition deteriorated significantly, and she became listless.
The two brothers, Li Laoba and Li Laoliu, have been living in constant fear these past few days, afraid that even the slightest disturbance would attract someone's attention.
Getting beaten up isn't scary; what's scary is actually experiencing a coffin-carrying spectacle.
After slurping up a mouthful of pickled cabbage noodles, Li Laoba glanced at Ying's room.
"Several days have passed, and he's still so listless. Anyone who doesn't know the situation would think something terrible has happened."
"I think so too. It's just a fart, what's the big deal? I've been smelling your farts for decades, have I said anything? It's just that time flies by, and before you know it, it's the next day."
"..."
Li Laoba felt offended by these words; what kind of talk was this from his own brother?
Isn't that also saying his farts smell really bad?
He's smelled his own before; the smell is authentic, and it doesn't smell bad at all.
However, Ying is too delicate.
It's been several days now; a normal person would have recovered by now.
He simply shut himself in his room.
It's as if they've been abused.
It's just that he took the wrong route and was mistaken for dead, so people just sent him to the crematorium.
It's no big deal.
[...]
"Brother, we've come all the way from Ningcheng and stayed in Yan Province for several days now, but we still haven't completed this mission. This won't do."
Li Laoliu drank the instant noodle soup, leaving only the bottom of the bowl.
As a top-tier assassin in the Assassin's Guild, it's absurd that he wasted so much time planning to assassinate a rich kid. If his colleagues knew about this, they would laugh at him for three years.
If the Lord finds out, wouldn't he blame them for damaging the reputation of the Assassin's Hall?
That won't do.
"You're right."
Li Laoba nodded in agreement. This task had indeed dragged on for too long. He originally thought it would be a simple matter to resolve, but unexpectedly, so many unforeseen events occurred. Naturally, he and Li Laoliu would not admit that it was their own fault.
It was definitely the rich kid's good luck that allowed him to evade the assassination attempts of those two top-notch killers time and time again.
"Brother, do you have any ideas? If this continues, we won't just be eating instant noodles anymore; we might not even have a place to live here."
"There is a way... of course there is a way."
Li Laoba also understood the seriousness of the matter. In order to appease Ying's emotions, the two brothers had visited all the clubs and bars in Yan Province in the past few days.
Although the shadows were gone, they had not forgotten their mission.
They gathered a lot of information from the technicians and bar girls. Although this information might cause them to have back pain the next day, their professionalism wouldn't be deterred by such a small matter.
Of course, most of it was useless intelligence, but we still got some leads.
"What method?"
Li Laoliu looked at his older brother, Li Laoba, who was the best at dealing with such brain-teasing matters.
"After learning about things over the past few days, I discovered that there is a big shot hiding in Yan Province. As the saying goes, a minor hermit hides in the mountains, while a major hermit hides in the city. That big shot used to be a member of our Assassin Hall, but he was accidentally captured due to a mistake and was only recently released."
"Wait, I feel like I vaguely remember this..."
Li Laoliu frowned slightly in thought: "Is it that ruthless killer, the one known as the Black Cloud Evil God?"
"Yes, it's him..."
When this person was mentioned, Li Laoba's expression became solemn and serious, as if the person's mere mention of his name was enough to inspire fear, even if he wasn't actually there.
The Black Cloud Evil God was once a figure feared by everyone.
Nighttime can prevent children from crying, and daytime can terrify them upon hearing their names.
During that period, there were countless rumors about him, so much so that just hearing his name without ever seeing him was enough to frighten people.
The Black Cloud Evil God was a legend during that period.
Li Laoliu knew a bit about the Black Cloud Evil God, after all, there were too many rumors about him, it was hard not to know, he was almost being hailed as a legend.
However, this legendary figure was arrested due to a mistake. Because of his mental illness, he was not sentenced and was instead detained in a mental hospital.
I don't know what happened, but he was inexplicably released.
After some investigation, it seems he has left the assassin profession and switched to something else.
"Brother, from what you're saying... you want to find him and ask him to help us?"
“My dear brother, you are right.”
Li Laoba nodded: "Since we finally got this news, and he's here, it's only right that we ask him for help."
"But... wouldn't that be making a mountain out of a molehill?"
Li Laoliu was confused. Why did he need to ask the Black Cloud Evil God for help to kill a rich second-generation? Wasn't that making a mountain out of a molehill?
Besides, would they even agree?
What Li Laoliu couldn't understand the most was why they had to find the Black Cloud Evil God.
As the two top assassins of the Assassin's Hall, surely they have a way to deal with this?
"How could that be?"
Li Laoba looked at his younger brother seriously, thinking about something.
"Although this task is too simple for us and is nothing at all, that rich kid seems to be very lucky, which has caused the task to be delayed."
"Seeking help from the old man, the Black Cloud Evil God, can help us complete the mission as quickly as possible."
"My dear brother, you don't want us to end up living under a bridge with stray dogs in a few days, do you?"
Li Laoliu immediately shook his head. He had no intention of sleeping under the overpass. It wasn't for a mission, so why should he demean himself like that?
Besides, it's windy there. If you catch a cold and get quarantined, that wouldn't be good.
"Actually, my main idea is to have the old man Black Cloud Evil God help us restore our credibility."
Li Laoba tapped the table with his finger, glancing at Ying's door: "You know, we vouched for Ying so many times before, but things always turned out differently than expected. Now Ying is in this state. We do bear some responsibility, after all, for the sake of Ying getting better..."
"Having the old man Black Cloud Evil God help us can restore the image of our Assassin Hall, and it can also help Shadow get back on his feet. After all, Shadow is our employer. If our employer continues to be mentally unstable, who will settle our accounts afterward?"
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