"What are you doing?"
Outside the factory, Yin Guyue, who was squatting before Chen Chenchen's corpse, heard a voice behind him. He held a thin piece of purple gauze between his fingers. "I'm wondering how to use this. It's incredible—it can actually create darkness that devours light. I want it."
"You can't use it," Xia Lingo said. "Every time a Divine Weapon changes owners, it has to undergo an arduous ritual. Even temporarily transferring the right to use it requires permission from the original owner. This veil clearly doesn't belong to the assassin. It was probably lent to him temporarily by the leader of the Assassin Organization."
"So unless that leader dies, I can't use this veil?"
"Otherwise, why do you think he dared lend such a treasure to an assassin who makes a living on the edge of a blade?"
"Can't we just hide it and wait for him to die of old age?"
"Leaving aside when the leader of the Assassin Organization will die of old age..." Xia Lingo folded his arms. "Given the general's personality, he won't keep such a useless item just to spite the Assassin Organization. On the contrary, returning the veil to them would be an opportunity to establish a good relationship."
"Since he isn't afraid of being assassinated by the White-Haired Assassin, the Assassin Organization will certainly understand this 'goodwill.'"
"That's hard to say." Yin Guyue unhappily put away the veil. "This time, he wanted to kill that whole bunch of rich young masters. Someone's bound to be angry enough to pay a hefty price for the Assassin Organization to act. When it comes to money, can Lan Yan really be richer than merchants? That miser never even treated me to a meal. I must've been blind to follow him..."
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