"Are you Mr. Xueqing?" Zhao Nan looked at the black and short man opposite, the man looked like he was in his forties, his skin was dark and rough, his appearance was ordinary, and at first glance he did look like an indigenous person of a generation in Central and South America.

"It's snowing down there." The man nodded.

"The old gentleman said you still have a big black mole on your chest."

The man unbuttoned his neckline, and soon his chest was exposed.

Sure enough, there was a black mole the size of half a palm on that chest, and there were a few black hairs on it.

Zhao Nan nodded with a smile, and his heart was really greedy, because of the pie that fell from the sky, Mrs. Bao insisted on going her own way despite the dissuasion of her old lover Yuan Qing.

"Yes, it's indeed Mr. Xueqing."

Zhao Nan recognized the fake Mr. Xueqing.

"The property?" Mrs. Bao smiled.

"Property formalities still need to be handled by a lawyer on the spot, so let's go to the law firm together now." Zhao Nan got up.

Mrs. Bao didn't doubt him, and gave the fake Xue Qing a look, and the fake guy nodded busily: "Okay, okay." ”

When she went out, Mrs. Bao saw that Zhao Nan was driving a car, and she was even more relieved.

The car went straight out of the city, and Mrs. Bao was shocked and asked, "Why did you get out of the city?" There is no law firm outside the city. ”

Zhao Nan was silent, and the fake guy also asked, "Sir, are you on the wrong path?" ”

The car stopped at a wooded place, and Zhao Nan looked back and smiled: "That's right, get out of the car, Mrs. Bao,"

Mrs. Bao clutched the doorknob tightly and did not let go.

The fake guy was very weak-hearted, and when he opened the car door on the seventh day of the first month, he directly tilted his body and fell out.

"Sir, I was wrong, it's all her, it's all Mrs. Bao's idea to ask me to pretend to be that Mr. Xue."

The man fell to the ground and kept prostrating himself and begging.

Zhao Nan sneered: "It's really a man who dies for money and a bird dies for food, Mrs. Bao, someone reminded you to be careful of the pie falling from the sky to death, but you don't listen." ”

Mrs. Bao felt familiar with these words in a trance, and after thinking about it carefully, she broke out in a cold sweat, isn't this what Yuan Qing said to herself, there were only two of them in the room at that time, how could this person ...... I'm afraid he's bluffing, right?

"Mrs. Bao, okay, come out, do you want to test my speed of cutting my fingers with a knife?"

Zhao Nan took out the dagger and slashed it on Mrs. Bao's hand.

This dagger was extremely sharp, and when it was lightly skimmed, a blood mark immediately appeared on the back of Mrs. Bao's hand, Mrs. Bao collapsed to the ground in fright and was dragged out by Zhaonan, and slammed it on the ground, and then the tip of the knife pressed against the tip of her nose and asked: "Say, how did Xue Qing die, what happened to those miniature human heads." ”

Mrs. Bao shook her head vigorously, Zhao Nan sneered, the knife went down the tip of her nose, and she actually cut off a piece of skin, and blood came out at once.

Mrs. Bao let out a howl and covered her nose with her hands: "You are bandits, bandits." ”

Yuan Shou followed Ye Liang around the woods, and when he saw this scene, he frowned slightly and sighed: "Why bother to use such a method on a female streamer, it's not enough......

"Not compassionate enough, not enough gentlemen, or not enough to pity the jade."

Ye Liang glanced at him, but there was affection flowing in his eyes, and Yuan Shou smiled silently.

"You so-called sons of decent families or something, you just want to get a good reputation everywhere, if I take this woman early, I will say everything after several punishments. Why bother investigating in the Taoist temple. What can you find out after all this time? ”

"How can a woman be tortured so easily?" Yuan Shou couldn't help but shake his head.

"Some people are going to kick me out the first time we meet." Ye Limit sneered.

Ye Liang ignored him anymore, walked straight over and said, "Mrs. Bao, don't hold on, you think that Yuanqing has a Taoist temple to rely on, but you don't know that the Taoist temple is already planning to throw him out as a scapegoat." Don't believe it, who is that? ”

Mrs. Bao followed her finger and looked over to see a handsome young man in a long gown.

This person is very familiar, but I can't remember who it is for a while?

"Your old friend lives near Niutou Mountain, I don't believe you haven't seen him? With such a handsome descendant, who doesn't want to take a few more looks, has the head disciple of Wudang Mountain heard about it? ”

Mrs. Bao finally remembered who this person was, Yuan Qing had mentioned that a disciple of Xi Da came to Wudang Mountain, and it seemed that he was going to be unfavorable to him. On the surface, this person treated him as an outcast, and was humble and generous, but in fact, he was sent by Wudang to investigate.

She nodded, indicating that she recognized the man.

At this moment, Zhao Nan also looked up at the person walking opposite.

This person is really good-looking in a long shirt, with an excellent demeanor, and he also wears a top hat to hide his long, like an elegant teacher, who seems to be powerless, but his walking posture and footsteps can be seen to have deep internal strength, and he is a master.

Zhao Nan couldn't help but reach into his pocket and touch the pistol, and said in his heart Even if you are a big disciple of Wudang, you are afraid that the bullet will penetrate the hole, right?

He never thought about how he could classify this person as an enemy as soon as he saw him, and Ye Liang told him that this person could cooperate.

"Your backer has fallen." Ye Liang continued to disintegrate Mrs. Bao's will.

Mrs. Bao cried, "What does it have to do with you? Xueqing is not a good thing, we are just black eating black, what do you matter, who are you? ”

"We were commissioned by a cultivator to find out what happened to him."

Zhao Nan explained.

"This person is dead, how can he still entrust someone?"

Mrs. Bao decided that Zhao Nan was scaring her.

"If you can believe that a little stone becomes gold, why don't you believe that there are ghosts after death?"

Mrs. Bao shook violently and looked at Zhaonan, her eyes full of incredulity.

Zhao Nan smiled incomprehensibly, the more it seemed that everything was under his control,

Mrs. Bao's psychological defense completely collapsed.

These people are mixed with the great disciples of Wudang Mountain, and Yuan Qing must be unable to protect himself, and he will fall into their hands...... Well, this man is ruthless enough, and he wants to cut people's noses without saying a word, this woman's ...... It's not easy to get along with. At this moment, Yuan Shou said: "This lady, as long as you tell the truth of the matter, I can spare you from death." ”

Zhao Nanqi next to him almost shouted: Who are you, you spare her from death, what are you kidding.

Ye Liang saw that he was about to blow up his hair, so he hurriedly slapped him and said in his mouth: "Yo, what a big mosquito." ”

"Can the Taoist really spare me?"

Mrs. Bao thought to herself that among these people, it seemed that only this Taoist priest was the most kind, so she covered her nose and asked.

"The trail never fools people."

"Xueqing was killed by Yuan Qing, I was with Xueqing before, renting a courtyard near this Taoist temple, because this Niutou Mountain is a branch of Wudang, there are always some cultivators who come here to settle down nearby, and we specially pick those cultivators with medium mana to look at the poor cultivators. Kill and cut off the head, and slowly discard the body, Xue Qing has a family heirloom potion, which can shrink those heads and offer them to the gods. ”

"Since he is a cultivator, why does he still worship those evil gods?"

Yuan Shou was puzzled.

"He's not a cultivator, I don't know who his name is, Xue Qing is his own name, just to confuse those who cultivate."

"The spiritual cultivator was killed by you?"

Ye Limit asked.

"Spiritual son?" Mrs. Bao shook her head.

"The cultivator who was stripped of his scalp was the one who dispelled evil spirits for a family near the Taoist temple."

Mrs. Bao was at a loss: "There are several that have been stripped of the scalp, Xue Qing said that the aura of those people's cultivation is under the scalp." It must be stripped to allow the aura to overflow. ”

Chu Qi couldn't help but touch his head, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching: These people are really crazy.

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