Dawn broke, and a touch of fish belly on the horizon was slightly white.

The Hundred Grass Pavilion gradually calmed down, but the Martial Killing Hall was about to come in a storm.

The high-class wing of the martial arts in the backyard of the Martial Killing Hall was still silent.

A slender figure flashed in through the back door, sneaking into one of the rooms.

The oil lamps in the house had long since burned out.

With a gasp, a dark shirt full of holes was thrown to the ground.

A slender figure walked out from behind the screen and sat in front of the dresser, his face was gentle and soft, and his golden lotus brocade shirt was spotless, completely missing the embarrassment and unbearableness when he entered the house, it was the eyebrows that had been destroyed by poisonous snakes.

Turning his face slightly, looking at the two red blood marks in the mirror, his beautiful face fell for a moment.

A row of rouge gouache was overturned to the ground.

Damn Xin Shao!

If she hadn't had a elixir that could cure all kinds of poisons, she would have really been planted in the hands of that dead girl!

Thinking of those poisonous snakes, my eyebrows were chilled.

But so what? Wasn't that stinky girl swept into the dead bamboo by a gust of demonic wind?

Those who enter the bamboo are not returnable.

What if she can summon poisonous snakes for her use? It's not like there's no corpse yet!

Thinking about it, he smiled coldly, bent over and picked up a box of rouge, and smeared it on his cheeks with his fingertips, little by little, until the two blood marks were completely covered.

"Knock knock!"

No one should have knocked on the door at this hour.

"Who?"

"Senior Sister Mei, something is wrong! Senior Brother Li Dao was killed in the back mountain! ”

A cold color suddenly flashed under his eyebrows: "What nonsense!" ”

"Really, really, I brought back Senior Brother Li Dao's corpse."

The eyebrows stood up suddenly: "What did you say! ”

……

Half an hour later.

Martial Arts Hall Practice Pavilion.

A burly old man sat upright in the hall, and he could feel the murderous aura on the old man's body three feet away, it was Wu Yan who was in charge of the seventy-eight martial artists in the Martial Killing Palace.

Dozens of Xuanyi martial artists stood in two rows, looking at the corpse on the ground, turning heads and ears from time to time, with different expressions.

Meixin stood in front of everyone, his face was indifferent, but his hands under his sleeves were clenched into fists.

She specially sank Li Dao's corpse into Qingya Lake and destroyed the corpse, thinking that it was foolproof, but she didn't expect to be brought back by a small last martial artist!

Damn it!

"Smack!"

A tea bowl was shattered.

Everyone lowered their heads in unison, their eyebrows were also bowed, and they were silent for a while.

Wu Yan stepped on the debris and walked up to everyone, flicked his big hand, lifted the shroud in the air, and a swollen and smelly corpse was exposed.

- Dead without looking at it, the wound is still bloody and blurry, and the only thing that can still be seen is the face.

"Li Dao?" Wu Yan glanced at it, and his cold old face looked uncertain, "A high-ranking martial artist actually died in the back mountain?" ”

No one dared to squeak, only the eyebrows stepped forward: "Master is angry." ”

Wu Yan let go of his hand, and the shroud covered Li Dao's dead face again.

"Xin'er, this matter is up to you to investigate, and you must find the murderer!"

"Yes!"

The corners of his eyebrows and lips hooked slightly, and he glanced behind him as if he was nothing.

A thin teenager immediately trembled and walked out of the crowd with a cower: "Enlightenment...... Elder Qiqiwu, in fact, when the disciple found Li Dao in Qingya, he still found this bottle by the lake. ”

The young man was dressed in a coarse cloth robe, and the hook of the golden lotus at the placket was also the roughest twine, which was the Lorraine who brought back the corpse of Li Dao, an insignificant last martial artist.