Maybe Dong Chengwu cried too sadly, that is, the master of Wantong couldn't stand it. After the family comforted him, he took Dong Chengwu off the coffin and sent him into the inner room.

Watching Dong Chengwu enter, Lu Sheng also quietly broke away from the crowd. Wantong's family arranged Dong Chengwu in the side hall, and after the others left, Lu Sheng quietly entered the side hall.

"Brother Wantong, this calligraphy and painting is your favorite in life, I beg to take a look at you, you are reluctant to hide it. But now that you're gone, it seems that this calligraphy and painting can only be kept by me for you......"

"If the treasurer Wanquan has knowledge, I don't know if his coffin board can still cover it when I hear your words......" Lu Sheng's faint voice sounded in a low voice.

"Who?" Dong Chengwu jumped up like a cat with its tail stepped on, "This son, who are you?"

"I'm the General Director of the Xuantian Mansion's Criminal Division!" Lu Sheng said as he took out his identity token.

After learning Lu Sheng's identity, Dong Chengwu's face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes when he looked at Lu Sheng flashed weakly.

"You're good friends with Vantone?"

"Yes......" In reply, the cold sweat on Dong Chengwu's forehead came out. Especially the greed that suddenly appeared just now made Dong Chengwu even more frightened in his heart.

"I heard that Vantone received a good story, and will share it with you as soon as possible?"

"Yes...... Be...... Wantong and I are both book lovers, he likes to read and listen to books, and we met fifteen years ago...... What the hell do you want to ask, my lord?"

"Recently, has Wantong shown you any new works?"

The night before his accident, Wantong came to me in a hurry and showed me a manuscript of a new book. ”

"Is it Mr. Breeze's new work?"

"My lord, how do you know?" Wantong asked in surprise, "it is Mr. Qingfeng's gossip. I've been waiting for this book for a year, and I've been looking forward to it. ”

"Where's the manuscript, was it taken back by Wantong?"

"No, no...... Because Vantone had already had a sneak peek and the prototype had already been typed, the manuscript was not in a hurry. I'm going to take my time...... Who knows...... Vantone had an accident......"

"Where's the manuscript?" Lu Sheng's face changed and he hurriedly asked.

"In ...... In the villain's house. ”

"Quick, take me!"

"Your Excellency, ...... This manuscript ...... There won't be any problems, right?"

"It's a little problem, because everyone who has seen this manuscript is dead, and you're the last one!"

Lu Sheng's words suddenly frightened Dong Chengwu and almost fell headlong, but fortunately, Lu Sheng helped him quickly.

"Your Excellency...... What the hell is going on? Isn't it just some ghost story...... As for it, as for dying?" Dong Chengwu asked in a panic.

"So far as the official doesn't know, but if you want to save your life, you can only hand over the manuscript to me. Without further ado, take me there. Lu Sheng dragged Dong Chengwu out of Wantong's house.

Dong Chengwu's home is located on Donghe Street, three streets away. Under the guidance of Dong Chengwu, Lu Sheng soon arrived at Dong Chengwu's home.

"Madam, ma'am, come out and greet the guests—" Dong Chengwu stepped into the house and hurriedly shouted at the top of his voice. But inside the house, there was a dead silence.

Suddenly, Lu Sheng grabbed Dong Chengwu and protected him behind him, "Be careful, there is a smell of blood-"

"Whoosh-"

A sound of breaking through the air sounded, and in all directions, countless short arrows suddenly shot. It was like a dense mad bee surrounding Lu Sheng and the two.

Lu Sheng was secretly lucky, and a ripple rippled away from Lu Sheng's body, like water waves, a barrier like a flower bone, protecting the two of them in the middle.

The short arrows crashed into Lu Sheng's air cover one after another, and were instantly shattered by Lu Sheng's qi.

The short arrow was ineffective, and suddenly the figure flickered, and black shadows burst out from all corners of Dong Chengwu's home. Each one wore the same pitch-black outfit, each wearing a strange mask.

More than a dozen people unsheathed their long swords at the same time, and the sword qi rippled and the cold light flickered.

Murderous intent burst out in Lu Sheng's eyes, although he didn't understand what the identity of these people was, he understood what the purpose of these people was. Not surprisingly, Mr. Qingfeng and Wantong both died at the hands of this group of people.

Moreover, the movements of these people are uniform, the killing intent is condensed, and everyone's cultivation is at the peak of the day after tomorrow. This is a professional killer, a specially trained dead man.

The peak of the day after tomorrow should have been the first-rate ladder on the rivers and lakes in the eyes of Lu Sheng before. But when Lu Sheng's realm improved, he stood at a higher height and realized that once he entered the rivers and lakes, it was as deep as the sea, and it was in vain if he did not enter the congenital level.

It's like a poor person who doesn't even have a penny, and when he sees someone who can come up with ten taels, he thinks that someone is rich. If you don't stand at the corresponding height, you can't see the reality clearly after all.

Now Lu Sheng also understands that the peak of the day after tomorrow is actually not very difficult. As long as there are 20 years of hard training, even ordinary qualifications can be achieved. The real threshold, in the primitive.

So a killer force suddenly emerged more than a dozen acquired peaks, and Lu Sheng was not shocked at all. And what is really shocking is that in order to deal with an ordinary person, such a lineup was actually dispatched?

Lu Sheng's clenched fist, the internal force flowed, and the five elements of strength suddenly gushed out from the heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys, coupled with the two qi of nine yin and nine yang, yin and yang, a domineering fist gang instantly converged on Lu Sheng's fist.

"Seven Wounds Fist—"

Boom –

Countless fist shadows burst out from Lu Sheng's fist, and the sword qi that stabbed in the sky instantly shattered and disintegrated in the air. The fist is like a Pegasus meteor, and all the black-clothed killers in the air are not immune to being hit on the spot.

"Boom-"

Every man in black who was hit had his clothes shattered and spat blood. Just like the dumplings, more than a dozen people fell to the ground and died.

It's not that Lu Sheng doesn't want to keep a live mouth, but this group of people who are obviously dead soldiers can't keep a live mouth at all.

Everyone has been killed, and Lu Sheng has withdrawn his aura, but Dong Chengwu, who is hiding in Lu Sheng's aura, has lost his ability to act in fright.

Buzz –

There was a jolt in his mind, white light flashed, and a card was lowered by the Punishment Order.

Recently, there have been a lot of rewards for punishment, and Lu Sheng doesn't know how many cards he has stored. But fortunately, the warehouse in Lu Sheng's mind seems to be endless. And calling the corresponding card is just an idea.

Most of the rewards that are easy to cash out, Lu Sheng will cash out in the dead of night. And some that are not easy to cash, then keep it.

"Prop card, life-killing flying needle, one of the secret weapons of the Tang Sect, can kill people by surprise. ”

It's waste again!" Lu Sheng thought with a sigh. This kind of hidden weapon can only deal with people under the congenital, even if it is smeared with poison that seals the throat with blood, it is useless. Dealing with people in the Innate Realm, sneak attacks are ineffective.

Lu Sheng slowly came to one of them, and from the placket of his remaining clothes, he took out a book, "Dong Chengwu, is this the manuscript?"

"Yes...... Yes!" Dong Chengwu, who came back to his senses, responded, suddenly as if he remembered something, his face was full of panic, and he hurriedly rushed into the inner courtyard.

"Ahh

Since the killer was ambushed in Dong Chengwu's house, how could he show mercy to his subordinates? Although he had expected it for a long time, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart.

Stepping past the corpses, Lu Sheng entered the inner courtyard. The pungent smell of blood was even stronger, and at the gate of the backyard, a pool of blood was so dazzling. At this moment, Dong Chengwu was trembling holding the door frame.

From the backyard to the room, there were blood stains everywhere. A middle-aged woman and three children all collapsed in a pool of blood.

Lu Sheng took a deep breath...... Although the rectification was completed, it was only the darkness that floated on the surface that was knocked out. What is really hidden in the shadows can never be cleared so easily.

Soon, the guards led by Lu Jian arrived, and after Lu Sheng handed over the aftermath problem, he returned to Xuantian Mansion with the manuscript.

As soon as he sat down, the door to the office hall opened. Shen Ling, Liang Yongren and other department heads actually came.

"I heard that you fought with the mastermind behind the scenes?" asked Shen Ling directly without saying a word.

"Where are the masterminds behind it, it's just a dozen killers. ”

"I just came from the scene, and the killers had their tongues cut out and their faces painted. They have no name, no identity, and they have never existed in this world.

Lord Lu, they were all shocked to death by a punch, is it Lord Lu's handiwork?" asked Liang Yongren with a gleam in his eyes.

"I knew they were dead soldiers, so I didn't spare them. And they didn't even spare the woman and the child, so they started to kill. Mishandled and willing to be punished. ”

"Punished for a fart! The face of my Nanling Palace's mansion has been lost this time. In Jinling, there is such a force hidden in secret. Good guys, I must pull them up by the roots. ”

"By the way, why did they make such a big storm?" asked Liang Yongren curiously.

"For this!" Lu Sheng took out the manuscript in his hand, "I haven't had time to read it yet, this is Mr. Qingfeng's new book this year." After Mr. Qingfeng finished writing, he handed it over to Wantong Magazine.

The mastermind behind the book probably didn't want this book to come out, so he killed Mr. Qingfeng, then Wantong, killed all the workers who printed the book, and burned all the manuscripts.

But maybe they don't know that Wantong is used to sharing the first-hand good books they get with their friend Dong Chengwu. It only gave me a few days.

Until I found out, Dong Chengwu had been found by me. So when Dong Chengwu and I went to pick up the manuscript, the killer ambushed Dong Chengwu's house and was killed by me. ”

"Is it worth it for a scholar to write a book?" Lin Yu's gloomy voice sounded.

"Is it worth reading to know, since everyone is here, let's take a look, what shocking content in this book can cause a series of bloody cases?"

The crowd gathered around the table and looked at the manuscript.

The people of this era were more superstitious and believed in the legends of ghosts and gods. Therefore, Mr. Qingfeng's strange ambition is very popular.

And Mr. Qingfeng is a bit jealous and cynical, and there are many extreme words in the book. On the contrary, the young people of this era are very fond of this.

uses some ghosts to allude to the darkness of society, making people unconsciously substitute themselves into it, and feel that they are being treated unfairly.

This kind of thing, no matter if you have seen it, Lu Sheng will not care. But Shen Ling disdainfully threw it away, "What kind of shit is written!" ”

"Lord Lu, if you look at this story, it doesn't feel like it was written by Mr. Qingfeng. Liang Yongren suddenly handed over a few pieces of paper and said.