Li Zhi walked out of the woods, and looked at the position of the horizon again, the sun had already gone down two-thirds of the way.

He didn't know how Fang Cai's strange situation happened, maybe it was the "ghost" in his body who unleashed some kind of disturbing spell without his knowledge.

The man was crazy.

He went mad for no reason, and then he frantically chopped down the branches of a tree, as if he had seen something very evil.

Fear welled up in the corners of his eyes, just as he screamed on the verge of collapse.

Now I should go home, forget everything that happened before, and pray that there will be no nightmares at night.

But what is the reason behind the other party wanting to kill himself? What did you do wrong that made people want to die?

He wanted to analyze the cause and effect, but his brain, which had not yet recovered from the shock, prevented him from distracting any attention from thinking.

He couldn't calm down.

If the other party knows that he is not dead - tomorrow at the latest, after one unsuccessful attempt, will he come a second time, a third time.

Before the eternal elimination of future troubles, his life is put in the bargaining chip of fate, and who dares to tie his life to a ghost?

He had to find out who was trying to get rid of him, and the person closest to this answer was undoubtedly the man in black who wanted to kill him just now.

Even if the opponent behaves like an ignorant pawn, even if it is a pawn, the person playing chess will leave fingerprints before moving the pawn.

Wait, pawn......

[Inspiration Check: 19/60]

In a flash of inspiration, Li Zhi suddenly came into contact with the fat man he came into contact with during the day.

He didn't seem to have a pawn by his side to drive him.

There were no simple servants and maids, and the only one who could be counted as a man was a butler, and that butler seemed to be only responsible for his living in the castle.

Not to mention the other young masters in the castle, even in this era, the generally low-status female dependents have guards around them, why doesn't this fat man even have a servant?

If it is said that there are people in the listener team who deliberately guide the division with the fat man, and it is still understandable, there is no servant, which is very abnormal.

No matter how much the lord doesn't want to see this second son, at least the people who serve him will give it, right?

And putting the second son into the group of listeners, it is enough to see that although he does not attach as much importance to this second son as the eldest son, at least it is above the third or fourth young master, and there is no reason not to give him chess pieces.

The connections in the Lord's Mansion in my previous memory were quite confusing, and I couldn't give an accurate answer to this question, but as far as other people's attitudes towards the Second Young Master were concerned, a vague idea came out.

Half a foot into the woods, he unconsciously looked back at the sun in the sky.

If you go home now, you should still be able to catch the curfew, but if you have to venture into the woods and investigate the clues from that person, you may have to spend the night in the woods tonight.

Curfews are very strict in the towns, and the number of people who go missing at night is not one or two, and it is widely said that those who spend the night outside are caught in the realm and fed to the ghosts.

And if anyone has a child in the family who does not return all night, after the Ayefan sect knows about it, it is necessary to perform an exorcism ritual on the child who returns later, to ensure that nothing evil controls him, and if he does not return, it is to save this step.

Li Zhi didn't know if it was some kind of evil that he was controlling now, but he was ...... in some thoughts. He may be the evil of our time.

Of course, all this is premised on the fact that his father told the Pope about his disappearance.

He didn't think that his father would go to the Pope, and even if the Pope knew, he could explain it by "keeping vigil for the second young master in the Lord's Mansion".

That fool has 10,000 ways for him to cooperate with him.

In order to save his life, he had to go in.

The place where the man in black went crazy was actually not far away, as I said before, Li Zhi was standing at the edge of the woods at that time, even if he was separated by a complex terrain.

A stretch of running for twenty or thirty seconds.

Li Zhi stopped outside the safety line.

At this distance, he could safely observe the activities of the man in black, and even if the other party suddenly erupted, he had time to escape.

However, everything that appeared in front of his eyes showed that the farce was over.

The crown of the tree had been bald, and it had been scattered for an unknown number of years, and with the skillful knife work, it was cut down in a matter of minutes.

There were stumps and leaves all over the ground, and many of them fell on the man in black.

That is, before, the assassin with a long knife in his hand and his eyes still bursting with indomitable faith had his eyes diverged at this time, with a large amount of white foam at the corners of his mouth, and a puddle of suspicious liquid under his crotch.

The green leaves formed a sparse carpet behind him, mixed with the pitch-black blood flowing from his facial features, which became a different kind of famous painting.

The long knife stuck in the trunk of the tree, the tip of the knife piercing into the trunk, the hilt facing upward, and even if no one was using it at the moment, it still exuded a cold bloody aura.

The face of the man in black lost color, and the features of life activity disappeared, except for a fluttering pouch around his waist.

Li Zhi finally confirmed: the man in black is dead, dead in madness.

He stepped forward, crouched down beside the head of the man in black, and ripped off the veil he had been wearing, extending from his ears to his chin, revealing a full face.

Beneath the face is an unusual layout of a flattened chin and a foot-long scar, and between the two is a mouth with blackened lips, which is half-open, faintly revealing a forked tongue.

The tongue starts from the tip of the tongue and is split in half, and it is not known who did it to him, or if he did it at all.

The smell of urine wafting out of his mouth made Li Zhi stop observing his lower face and put the veil on him again.

The upper face can't see the original appearance, the pus that was bitten by Hu Feng before has not subsided, and there is a baby's fist-sized bag on his left eyelid, and the pupil hidden under the eyelids has begun to diverge and lose focus.

It looks like he died of poison.

And his appearance is not similar to him in his memory.

But a chin that has been shaved off and a possible slurred speech at least finds a recognizable feature on its own.

The smell of urine coming from his mouth just now made Li Zhi guess a place.

One way to make him more accurate is to open his stomach pouch and look for possible food residue inside.

The smell of urine was like the bad ale in town.

Li Zhi noticed the pouch around his waist, which was made of an animal skin and was impermeable, and the opening was fastened with a bundle of straw rope.

From the protrusions on the surface from time to time, it can be determined that it is a long-shaped creature that is being held inside.

Li Zhi thought it was a snake, and he even loosened the rope a little.

A crimson foot tentatively probed on the edge of escape.

The opening is closed!

When he saw his feet, Li Zhi knew what was hidden inside, and on the basis of the original rope, he tore off a cloth belt from the man in black and added an insurance.

That's right, he died of poison.

Li Zhi glanced at the palm of the assassin's hand, which had been blessed by the god of doom.

【Sanity Test...... Immunity. 】

His mood was a little complicated, this hideous palm seemed to show all the evil, the epidermis seemed to be corroded by some acidic liquid, extending from the palm to the forearm, the black lines slowly flowed along the blood vessels, and in the palm, a wound the size of a mosquito bite continued to flow out of a blood volume that did not match it.

It was pitch black, and the gelatinous blood seemed to be some kind of living body, and after flowing out of the palm, it squirmed on the ground for two seconds and finally coagulated into blood stains.

This horrible venom is like witchcraft!