[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that Zhao Liang narrowed the scope of the search for the murderer with the help of Liu Yang, a forensic doctor from the provincial department. At the same time, Mu Qingming was also on Happy Horse Mountain, and from the mouth of the nine-fingered trickster, he asked the person who had bought a home remedy for madness with him, and it was a pig man. While he was elaborating, the Immortal Hall killer rushed to the ghost market in time and killed the nine-fingered trickster in time before he could tell the key information, cutting off all clues. It was brought out that Mu Qingming was framed by assassins and became a murderer, and teamed up with Mo Han to fight the black-clothed man in the ghost city. The dragon lock man showed his magic in Happy Horse Mountain, attracting the ghost city lord to ask about it, check the injury of the nine fingers, and return Mu Qingming's innocence. 】

After Mu Qingming exhaled, he hurriedly turned his head to look around, but he couldn't see anything except dim lights, tall and straight pines and cypresses, and large shadows.

And Mo Han was also stunned for a short time, and immediately concentrated her energy, and the demonic qi in her body flowed endlessly along the meridians, rushing open the pores all over her body, sensing the killing intent around her, but she also found nothing.

Although Mu Qingming belongs to the younger juniors among the long-lived dragon lockers, he is the best of the eight surviving dragon locking families; The supernatural powers of a locked dragon man have been perfected.

And although Mo Han is just a purple fox fox demon with a mere three hundred years of cultivation, the purple fox is rare, and it is one of the best species among fox demons, and his innate perception is different from ordinary people and other demon clans.

There are very few people who can kill people invisibly under the eyelids of this person and a demon, and there are very few people in this huge Chinese Kyushu.

This made Mu Qingming think of the immortal Dao eldest sister who suddenly appeared out of thin air in the middle of the east and west temple towers not long ago. At that time, the demonic qi in Mu Qingming's body was vertical and horizontal, flowing all over the meridians of his body, and his five senses and six senses had been greatly improved, but he didn't notice when that person appeared.

There are many similarities with today's events.

But before he could think about it, a sharp shout suddenly came from not far behind him: "They have killed someone!" ”。

Mu Qingming hurriedly turned around, but he only heard the sound of unison, and he didn't see anyone. Seeing the surrounding stall owners, they suddenly panicked, followed by many black-clothed people, who poured out from all directions when they heard the news.

Mu Qingming had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and only then did he realize that he had been tricked. The Assassins wanted not only to kill the Nine-Fingered Doctor, but also to blame him for the crime.

The phrase "They killed!" "I don't have to think about it, I know that it must have been shouted by the Assassin or his accomplices; But than he shouted, "It's not good to have assassins." This is more likely to mislead the people around you. After all, people always have a strong subjective consciousness, and before and after the assassination of the nine-fingered trickster, there were only Mu Qingming and Mo Han in front of his stall, and the murderer's words just made the subjective consciousness of the people around him even stronger, from just guessing whether Mu Qingming was the murderer of the nine-fingered trickster at the beginning, to believing that Mu Qingming was the murderer.

In an instant, dozens of black-clothed people flew over, blocking Mo Han and Mu Qingming in a stretch of land.

These black-clothed men are the guards of the ghost market, and they are all strange people among the people; Some are Taoist priests and monks who judge the masters, and some are folk Gu Po shamans, or people who have learned some martial arts. Of course, there are also some demon clans that have turned into human forms.

In the ghost market that belongs to the underground order, they are the law and they are the sky. The people in the ghost market don't make trouble, and once they make trouble, they can tear the troublemakers into pieces in minutes.

After they surrounded Mu Qingming and Mo Han, they all showed murderous intentions. Looking at this posture, he also recognized that Mo Han and Mu Qingming were the murderers.

Seeing them like this, knowing that the use of force was inevitable, Mu Qingming swung his head left and right, and after a few clicks of his neck bones, he quietly gave Mo Han a look without hesitation, and then looked around without fear and asked lightly, "It's okay to fight, but can't you not slap your face?" A slap in the face hurts self-esteem. ”。

As soon as the words came out, a man in black on the opposite side pounced on him, and his clenched right fist went straight to Mu Qing's face door!

The fist has not arrived, and the fist wind has arrived; The fierce wind blew Mu Qingming's cheeks painfully, and he shouted: "Don't you slap your face, can't you understand people's words?" ”。 As he spoke, the index finger and middle finger of his right hand were stretched out together, and the blue light swelled on the fingertips.

Mu Qingming's hand was like the wind, and his two fingers quickly swiped a few times in the air in front of him, and a talisman composed of soft blue light that gathered but not dispersed suddenly appeared in front of him.

At the same time, Mu Qingming's left hand was raised, and his palm pointed upwards to the sky, making a one-handed gesture of raising the tripod; A brilliant blue light erupted from it, forming a bronze bell above his head, enveloping him and Mo Han in it.

Countless hexagrams emerged into a bronze bell-shaped blue light, slowly circulating.

And the talisman drawn by Mu Qingming with two fingers before had already shot into the forehead of the black-clothed man opposite, colliding with it suddenly. The seemingly soft blue light actually hit the figure in black and froze in mid-air only about three feet away from Mu Qingming.

Immediately after that, the blue light burst out, and there was a huge roar, and the man in black then leaned back and flew out, trembling violently within a five-foot radius. In an instant, a fierce wind like a tiger's roar rose out of thin air, blowing sand and rocks on the ground, and the pine trees around them bent down and swayed.

The surrounding stalls were not spared, not only the lights on the stalls were instantly extinguished, but even the items on the stalls were blown apart; The stall owners, who could not avoid it, were also blown to the ground by the strong wind, and rolled backwards a few times.

The other men in black had already rushed up, but they were blown away by the strong wind, and they slipped out on tiptoe; As a last resort, those black-clothed people had no choice but to flick their wide sleeves at Mu Qingming, and then a money dart shot out of their sleeves.

Those money darts were shooting through the air, heading straight for Mu Qingming and Mo Han. But when he stepped forward, he was blocked by the blue light that looked like a bronze bell.

After the two collided, there was a bang, and after countless flashes of sparks, all the money darts rebounded one after another.

Mo Han's abdomen was swollen at this time, and a pair of beautiful eyes were full of anger, Mu Qingming saw this and then retracted the blue light, Mo Han also opened his lips slightly at this time, and an emerald green flame erupted from between her silver teeth. The swollen abdomen also returned to normal after the flame spat out.

This flame is different from normal flames, it has no temperature and is full of cold. After swaying with the wind at the exit, it condensed into a three-tailed demon fox grinning its teeth; The three big thick tails shook and swayed, bringing gusts of wind with gusts of wind, which made the three black-clothed men who rushed towards it snort and flew upside down.

"Foxfire!" At this moment, a sound like a muffled thunder roared from the sky, shaking the flame to condense into a demon fox shook a few times, almost collapsing, most of the people in the ghost market shook, and their eardrums were painful and buzzing.

Even the men in black stopped and blocked their ears with their fingers.

Only Mu Qingming, who has a good cultivation level, and Mo Han, a fox demon with three hundred years of cultivation, are safe and sound.

"The lion roars of Buddhism?" Surprise flashed in Mu Qing's eyes as he pretended to raise his hand and gouge out his ears with his little thumb, and then he saw that in the darkness not far in front of him, there were dots of fluorescent light like vast stars.

The wind had been extinguished, the forest had been quiet, and all the black-clothed people hurriedly put on their robes and bowed slightly to the little fireflies.

The little fireflies then floated forward and came towards Mu Qingming's side.

After the fireflies got closer and closer, Mu Qingming took a closer look through the glowing light, and saw a thin old monk dressed in a purple red monk's robe, barefoot with his right shoulder exposed, and a frowning face among the flying fireflies.

The right arm, which was exposed outside the monk's robe, was covered with tattoos of Sanskrit scriptures.

The hesitation fluorescent light was too dim, Mu Qingming didn't open his eyes, and the old monk really couldn't see him if he didn't get close. And the lion's roar before was made by this person.

The old monk stood two feet away in front of Mu Qingming, looked directly at the other party's eyes for a moment, and after a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, he said in a deep voice: "I recognize you, you are the big palm of Kun Bao Zhai in the city; Why is there a disturbance here? ”。 But he didn't ask Mu Qingming how he got his magical powers.

Mu Qingming snorted lightly, raised his hand and pointed at a man in black and asked the old monk lightly: "They did it first, can't I fight back?" ”。

Mu Qingming's voice fell, and Mo Han raised his eyebrows, and asked again and again, "Who are you?" Is it your turn to ask? ”。

"Don't be rude." Before the black-clothed man who heard the words turned gloomy and was full of anger, Mu Qingming had already whispered to Mo Han: "Didn't you see that this is the old man?" Use honorifics for the elderly. ”。

"Oh." After Mo Han heard this, he bowed his head slightly, and then asked the old monk with a sullen face, "Who are you?" Is it your turn to ask? ”。

"The old man is the lord of this place." The old monk folded his hands, bowed slowly to Mo Han, turned his face to look at the black-clothed people around him, raised the long white eyebrows on his right eye, and then asked sharply, "Why do you do it?" ”。

"He killed the Nine-Fingered Trickster!" The man in black who asked this question raised his hand and pointed at Mu Qingming and said angrily: "According to the rules of the ghost market, you can only hurt people and not kill people, he broke the rules first!" ”。

At the end of the sentence, he explained everything he had seen, but he did not exaggerate or shrink it. Even the cold light they saw flashed, and the nine-fingered trickster was stunned on the stall and other things, all of which were clearly explained.

After listening to him silently, the old monk turned around and walked slowly to the booth of the nine-fingered trickster, first looked around the stalls that were overturned by the strong wind and the messy goods scattered on the ground, and then slowly broke off and looked carefully at the table that had fallen to the ground, and saw a long needle as thin as a cow's hair on the table leg.

After the old monk frowned, he got up and walked around the table, walked to the nine-fingered trickster who turned over with the chair and squatted down next to the ground, and after taking a closer look, he found a thin needle inserted diagonally into the neck of the deceased under the back of the doctor's head, only half of it was exposed to the skin, and the rest was pierced under the skin.

It is almost exactly the same as the one on the table leg, and it is as thin as a cow's hair, and you can't find it if you don't look closely. But there is also something different from the previous one on the table leg, that is, this needle is purple-brown, and it seems to have been soaked in some kind of poison.

Looking at the nine-fingered trickster again, his face was already blue, and he reached out to stroke the doctor's limbs one by one, and found that it had become cold, and the old monk groaned.

It can be concluded that the trickster died on the back of his head and neck with the poison-stained needle, and according to his subordinates, Mu Qingming and Mo Han had been standing in front of the nine-fingered trickster before the trickster died.

In this way, if the murderer was Mu Qingming or Mo Han, this thin needle should have pierced into the body from the front of the Nine-Fingered Trickster. According to the old monk's cognition, there is no master in this world who can turn the secret weapon in mid-air.

"They are not murderers, the murderers are someone else." The old monk beckoned, and after the black-clothed people and Mu Qing Mingmo Han surrounded them, he pointed to the thin needle on the back of the trickster's head and neck with the help of the horse lamp brought by the black-clothed man, shook his head slightly and said slowly: "At that time, they were standing opposite the trickster, even if they had a killing intention, it would be impossible for the secret weapon to turn such a big bend and detour behind the trickster's head." ”。

Is the old monk's inference accurate? Will the ghosts of the black market let Mu Qingming and Mo Han go? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.