But when Hua Wuji's body moved, he suddenly heard the sound of the piano. A sharp and trembling tone sounded from the strings of Zhao Boling's hand. The sound of the piano contained a sword qi, which was about to break through the eardrums.

At this time, Hua Wuji had already pulled up in the air. He had a graceful body, elegant posture, but extremely fast and incompetent, and he fell straight outside the courtyard.

But the sound of the piano came into his ears faster than his lightness skills, and instantly rushed into his heart veins, and a thunder broke out in Hua Wuji's heart.

Hua Wuji groaned, and his breath suddenly stopped and his body stopped.

In this pause, a feather arrow shot through his chest. The arrow was so fast that there was no sound, and it seemed that the arrow had already stopped there waiting for Hua Wuji.

The power of this arrow, the accuracy of prediction, and the absolute determination of the attack all show the high cultivation level of the arrow shooter.

But that person still has not appeared. He is like a part of the darkness, making it impossible to see his existence.

Hua Wuji fell straight from the air several feet high like a kite, and the black feather arrow in his chest came out of his chest, revealing a sharp arrow with blood on his back.

The mask of the red shore flower on Hua Wuji's face had fallen off. He was disguised with his hair, revealing his half-ghost and half-human face that had turned pale due to the severe pain.

Blood was constantly coming out of the arrow in his chest.

But at this moment, this flower thief who had hated countless people in the world had an extremely peaceful and relaxed expression, and even had a smile.

In that smile, it was actually extremely pure.

Hua Wuji struggled to sit up, picked up the falling mask with trembling hands, and gently stroked it. His expression became extremely gentle, as if he was stroking the face of his beloved.

Gongziyu walked up to him, squatted down slowly, and looked at him.

Even Gongziyu, who was extremely cunning and deep, couldn't help but feel confused when he saw Hua Wuji's appearance.

But he still said, "I want to tell you what I want to tell you, do you want to know what it is?"

"Haha..." Hua Wuji suddenly laughed, and he looked up and said, "It's because this time... I'm also the target of your other business..." He breathed violently, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth. He looked at Gongziyu's gradually solemn face, and the smile on the corners of his mouth became stronger. "So you said this business has been done."

"The playboy is really smart." Gongziyu felt strange in his heart and said, "You guessed the answer so quickly, which was beyond my expectations."

Hua Wuji looked at him and shook his head and said, "It's not what I guess, but because I have always known... Because of this business, I originally wanted you to do..."

When Gongziyu heard this, his pupils suddenly contracted. He stared at Hua Wuji with a stern look and said in a deep voice: "What did you say?"

His heart couldn't help but tremble.

"The business of killing Hua Wuji was passed on to you from Wenfeng Villa..." Hua Wuji's voice was gradually weak, but his tone was still calm, "Some people don't believe that Hua Wuji is really dead, so... so I spent 300,000 taels of silver to buy his life... Am I right?"

Gongziyu stopped talking, and his face began to turn a little ashen.

Hua Wuji smiled and continued, "That person is me. Do you know why?"

The corners of Gongziyu's mouth trembled.

"Because I didn't die when I deserved to die, but living is more painful than death." Hua Wuji said tremblingly: "No one can understand how painful and disgusting I feel when I wake up every day when I look at this half-human and half-ghost! I am no longer alone. I have taken revenge. There is no reason in the world that can keep me alive because I don't have the courage."

"I lived a very free and easy life before I met Li Yuansong and Huo Zhendong. I like women, but they like me too, but others don't know. I like to steal other people's things, but I never steal ordinary people. Although I am a man from the world, I never kill people. But those two dogs, my mother's raised ruined my freedom, my reputation, and my life even more!" He suddenly raised the mask hard, his eyes filled with the last clearness before his death. "I got up from the sea of ​​hell, and I should finally return to hell... Just like this other side of the shore, it is only brighter in hell."

When the word "Sea of ​​Fire" penetrated into Gongziyu's ears, he felt like someone was tearing him hard. At that moment, he could actually feel the pain of Hua Wuji.

"Although I have no reason to live, I don't have the courage to kill myself with my own hands. My enemy is dead, but I am no longer the same as before. Everything is meaningless. This is a very sad thing. That's why I spent money to ask someone to kill myself." Hua Wuji finally looked at Gongziyu with a dark and silent face and murmured: "I'm very satisfied... Gongziyu's methods of doing business have opened my eyes. Thank you for letting me die in my own hands in the end..."

"Since that's the case, why do you still have to deal with me? It's all different things to ask someone to kill you and kill me." Gong Ziyu's face was deep, and it seemed that someone was hitting him hard with an iron hammer.

Hua Wuji used the remaining strength to lie down, and he wanted to wait for the arrival of death in the most comfortable position.

He lay quietly on the ground, looking up at the dark sky with his eyes. Even the darkest sky will eventually be dawn. The bright sky is very wide and free.

"Because I've inquired, Gongziyu is really a person who is not easy to deceive... If you let you know my ultimate goal, maybe you won't take over my business at all... So I spent some time making this game more realistic. The ending is very good... I finally don't have to be called around like a dog, I'm free..."

The voice suddenly stopped, and the mask of the red strait flower in Hua Wuji's hand slid from his hand again. This time, he could no longer pick it up with his own hands.

Hua Wuji died, but died peacefully, or rather, he was finally freed.

But Gongziyu squatted beside his body and was speechless for a long time.

Gongziyu felt that he had been plotted against.

Although he didn't say anything, he already had this idea in his mind.

"The Sentence Master" Gong Ziyu has always only plotted against others, but he never thought that this time he would be "calculated".

So he looked at Hua Wuji who had died for a long time and felt a little complicated.

According to legend in the world, Hua Wuji not only has outstanding light skills, but also has many tricks, so he has never been caught for many years. This time, Hua Wuji used his life to confirm his statement that he was "scheming". It is indeed not fake.

But the cost of "for life" is too great, not everyone can afford it.

Gongziyu stood up and let out a sip of turbid air.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, feeling a little depressed, because he admitted in his heart that Hua Wuji had finally beaten him.

"Ahem..."

Zhao Boling was watching the final process on the side and felt very surprised. He coughed twice and sighed softly: "Although it's all about money, why does it feel something wrong with money this time?"

He stroked the huqin gently and quietly played a sound of the harsh and desolate tone. I don’t know if he was playing the lament for the dead tonight or if he was really inspired.

"When did you start to be so sentimental?" Gongziyu frowned and said, "No wonder you were a famous killer back then, but you couldn't make much money."

"A killer?" Zhao Boling stopped Qinyin, and he cursed his face, "I never seem to think I am a killer."

Gongziyu said: "Not a killer, then what are you? A hero? A swordsman? Or is it just an old man to survive?"

"The heroes and swordsmen are almost every martial arts man's initial dream. But in the end they have to face reality. They can't even have enough food to eat, so what should I use to be a swordsman?" Zhao Boling smiled self-deprecatingly, "That's why I'm the kind of person who collects money and does things. Well, even if it's a killer, a killer should have his own principles, don't you?"

He glanced at the pale young man.

Gongziyu said indifferently: "It is because of your principles that you are a relatively failed killer."

Zhao Boling shook his head and sighed: "The world is getting worse and worse. This world seems to be no longer the same world as before. It is cold and hard, and it is meaningless."

Isn’t this always the case in this world?

Gongziyu didn't say this sentence.

Zhao Boling was injured and looked a little tired. He looked at Hua Wuji who was already dead and frowned and said, "Is this person a problem? He turned such a big bend and was going to kill him in the end. Even if he really didn't want to live, he could just wiping his neck and jumping into the river to take poison. He had to pull so many people to die with him. What was his head thinking?"

Gongziyu remained silent and said slowly after a long time: "Even if you have lived for decades, you have never experienced what a person really feels when there is no hope. What he is so proud of is that he cannot face himself, so death is his best choice."

Zhao Boling held Qin, thought for a while, and said, "But I think he really intended to bet with you. Although he didn't want to live, he didn't have the courage to end his life, so he found the famous Master of Psychology, because he must have heard of it. Master of Psychology will never fail. In his layout, if Gongziyu fails, he will win the bet and he can continue to live."

"Although Hua Wuji is indeed a very smart person, he is also a coward." Gongziyu shook his head slightly, his expression fluctuated a little, and said, "It's a pity that he lost the bet this time."

"Hey, you young people nowadays are thinking too much, aren't you tired?" Zhao Boling smiled bitterly, "If you need to make a mistake one day, will you convince yourself?"

When Gongziyu heard this, he did not answer.

He never thought about this question.

Zhao Boling didn't ask any questions. He stretched out his waist and looked at Yu Cheng who had also died for a long time, saying, "The Red Mansion is not easy to deal with. It is said that their rules will never stop until the employer's entrustment is completed. You have to be careful." He took out a piece of silver feather and handed it to Gongziyu, and smiled bitterly: "It's finally done again. My old arms and legs can't stand such troubles in a short time. If there are any troubles, you have to go find someone else."

Gongziyu smiled indifferently.

Zhao Boling patted his sore waist and suddenly shouted at the yard: "I said, do you want to accompany me to have a glass of wine?"

Of course, he didn't say this to Gong Ziyu.

I saw a black figure slowly walking out from the darkness of the courtyard wall in the distance ahead of Zhao Boling.

Although this person was moving, he had an absolutely quiet aura on his body, so quiet that it seemed that as soon as he stopped in the shadow, he would immediately disappear.

This man is not tall, but he is full of extremely sharp power. He is covered in a black robe, with half a dark bowstring on his back and eleven black feathered arrows in his arrow bag.

The man in black walked out of the shadow, and the bright light reflected the resolute face of the black hood.

He was a young man who had an ordinary appearance, but because there was a scar on his right cheek, his appearance immediately became unusual and even particularly impressive.

Especially the spirit in his eyes was like a tiger and leopard in a predatory state, full of primitive wild keenness.

Zhao Boling looked up at the three-story corner building at least a hundred steps away. He could only faintly see a blurry outline of the roof in the night, and then said, "The wind is so cold, are you standing so high? Is it cold?"

He looked at the young man with an ordinary but eye-catching look on his back.

The young man in black robe ignored him and walked straight to the corpse of the girl whose head was pierced by feather arrows, bent down and pulled out the black feather arrow. Then he came to Hua Wuji's corpse, and pulled out the arrow without changing his face.

Zhao Boling couldn't help frowning in a bunch of brows when he looked at his skillful arrow drawing.

The young man put the arrow into the arrow pouch, walked to Gongziyu, handed out a feather, and said, "There are five arrows left. I hope you'll better let me shoot the five arrows at one time next time." His words were simple and straightforward, and his voice was also very straightforward and bright.

Gongziyu took the silver feather, raised the corners of his mouth, and said, "Then you better hope I can get a business that requires you to shoot five arrows in a row."

The young man did not answer.

"Shot five arrows in a row?" Zhao Boling looked surprised. He looked at the young man with a bow and said, "Under your Meng Li's God-Reigning Bow, now in the world, who is worthy of your five arrows in a row except for the generation of Old Taoist Lu in Qingcheng Mountain?"

The young man with a bow on his back is named Meng Li.

Meng Li still did not answer Zhao Boling's words.

Gongziyu twisted two feathers in his hand and said casually: "The Thirteen Arrows of Gods are indeed powerful enough to shock the gods and fear the ghosts. So even if I want you to complete the remaining business in the contract in one go, I am afraid that I will not receive such a big deal for the moment."

Zhao Boling suddenly said to Meng Li with a curious look on his face: "Xiao Meng, are you short of money?"

Meng Li said coldly: "I don't short of money now."

"Then how much money would it cost if you were asked to shoot five arrows in a row?" Zhao Boling asked with his arms around Qin. He didn't look like a 50-year-old man.

Some people are not old but have a mature mind; while some people are still young even at a very young age.
To be continued...