The 43 Assassins Blacklist

  Our conversation was overheard by Yuan Xue, who suddenly burst in. The child heard that someone wanted to kill me and rushed over to say something, but was stopped by Ming Yan, who covered her mouth and shook his head, signaling her to be quiet for a while.

  I looked down, completely not having the leisure to watch them flirt and argue, and stupidly asked the middle-aged man a sentence: "So, before you disappear, can you trouble yourself to answer me one question?"

  The middle-aged man was taken aback by my expression at first, and then burst out laughing. I guess it's because my reaction wasn't shocking, but rather calm. But this calmness is a bit abnormal, otherwise I wouldn't have looked like I was about to cry with a gloomy face.

  I don't care what he thinks, I only care about one thing: "What does your son do for a living? What's his full name? What kind of person is he?" Just these three simple pieces of information will do.

  Damn it, someone wants to kill me! I must know the killer's appearance first. If he heard these words before his death, then his son is not a good bird either.

  The middle-aged man didn't mind my tone, still smiling expressionlessly as he replied to me: "This seems like three questions, but I have some time, so I'll tell you, it's also a way of repaying your kindness. My son is called Chu Qi, likes wearing black clothes and looks cold on the surface, but is more handsome than me. His profession is an assassin, be careful, got it?"

  Reluctantly took a last look at the bright sky outside, and her figure gradually disappeared before our eyes.

  I put down the toolbox and sat cross-legged on the ground, propping up my cheeks to think about the middle-aged man's description just now. Black clothes, tall and handsome, but somehow this person's appearance seems a bit familiar? It feels like I've seen him somewhere before...

  Annoyingly scratching my head, thinking a hundred times but can't figure it out. Is this being too cautious? I haven't even gotten anything yet, and not only am I being monitored, but also a kill order has been issued! Damn it!

  "Little sister Yue..." Yuan Xue finally came out of Ming Yan's arms, looking at me with a worried face. She was wearing a small floral skirt today, the same one she wore on the day of her cremation.

  I looked up at her listlessly and asked, "How did you end up coming out again? Where's Chang Yu? Why didn't she come with you this time?"

  "Brother Changyu said I should learn to be independent now, as long as I don't go out into the sunlight, I can go anywhere else." She looked at Mingyan with some excitement, reporting her recent situation, and threw away her worries from just a moment ago. As she spoke, her expression turned gloomy, and she squatted down, looking at me with a guilty conscience, "Sorry, Little Yue sister, if I hadn't come to find you, you wouldn't have been implicated and chased by bad people."

  Are there so many ifs? I lowered my head, puffed out my cheeks and blew the stray hairs on my forehead, letting out a stifled sigh: Being hunted down? This word is a bit too serious, it's just that I've been put on the blacklist for now, the one just now was also here to remind me, to give me some mental preparation. It's just that this mental preparation doesn't feel very comfortable, this is more annoying than being told directly that I'll be executed after autumn, because damn it, I don't even know who's plotting against me.

  I picked up the box and stood up, patted Xue's little head, "Someone will come in to push the car away soon. This place is a bit remote and the sun can't shine in for a while. You guys just stay here, I'll go out to wash my hands and put things in order, then I need to calm down and think carefully. Just don't bother me."

  Ming Yan stopped me, his face sinking into the water, his eyes filled with worry as he looked at me. "I'll stay with you, I can't leave your side now, it's too dangerous."

  As soon as I thought of the intimate way Yuan Xue just pulled me, I couldn't help but feel a little sour. Irritated, I asked him, "Can you help me block the bullet?"

  Ming Yan lowered his head slightly, looking somewhat speechless, and put down the hand that had been blocking my way. He shook his head honestly. Suddenly, he thought of something and blocked my path again: "I can make bullets change direction, don't you believe in my abilities?"

  It seems so, he is a powerful ghost, much stronger than ordinary ghosts. But now I have worries and need to calm down, if he follows me, Yuan Xue will also follow, the two ghosts following me are too eye-catching.

  And it's really annoying, making me feel even more frustrated. I rubbed my temples and opened his hand with a dark face: "I'm just on the blacklist, besides today is the assassin's father's funeral, do you think he will have that American time to provoke me? Don't follow me, I want to think carefully."

  Yuan Xue simply looked at us, worriedly standing by silently, very well-behaved. Such a little girl is loved by everyone, no wonder Ming Yan can't stand me, this salty and rough rotten vegetable.

  I put the things back in my own box and changed into the uniform of the temple, with a mind full of Ming Yan looking at Yuan Xue's gentle eyes, while looking at me was still obedience.

  What a nuisance! Why does everything happen to me? I pushed the door and walked out, coming to the front, basking in the morning sunlight, breathing in the air mixed with the fragrance of flowers.

  "Are all the staff here as careless about their attire as you are?" Just as I was trying to relax, a chilling remark came from behind me.

  Withdraw the stretched-out hand, lower head to glance at uniform, somewhat awkwardly tilt head to scold self for stupidity, clothes worn inside out without noticing, and buttons also buttoned in wrong position, don't even mention how uncoordinated it is. I actually came out strolling around wearing such attire...

  "Can't help but turn around and sneer at the person behind me, 'This is my personal problem, what does it have to do with you? This is a work area, don't you know that customers can't set foot here?'"

  When my line of sight met his cold gaze, I involuntarily took a step back in fright, astonished - how was it him?