"Xi Lin!"

I shouted at him and ran quickly.

He turned his head, and sure enough, it was Xi Lin. He looked equally surprised when he saw me. But this surprise only lasted less than a second, and then he frowned, and said very unpleasantly: "Why do you follow me wherever I go?" ”

"I want to ask you that, are you following me?" I asked him rhetorically.

"Follow ......" Xi Lin was about to speak, but he swallowed it back in the middle of the conversation, and his gaze obviously moved behind me, probably looking at Wu Xin.

I hurriedly turned around to introduce the two of them, but before I could speak, they both grabbed my arm at the same time, and said in unison, "Don't go near him or her!" "It's obvious. Both of them noticed each other's special status, and both knew that the other was not a character to be messed with.

"Don't be nervous, we're all friends!" I hurriedly reassured, then looked at Wu Xin and introduced Xi Lin and said, "This is one of my ...... Even if it's a friend, I've worked on a few cases with him. Although he doesn't have a good temper, he is barely a good person overall, so don't worry. ”

After introducing Xi Lin, I introduced Wu Xin and said: "She is my child, I have known her since she was 4 years old, and my family and her family are old friends." Those who know the bottom line are certainly not bad people. ”

I thought I had introduced these two people to each other in a very objective and fair manner, and they both finally let go.

"Then even if everyone knows each other, let's go and see what the cry was just now, how about it? Two people. ”

Xi Lin didn't say anything, and turned his head directly to the staircase. I turned around and shrugged my shoulders at Wu Xin, and said with a smile: "He has this temper." But people are not bad. ”

Wu Xin shook his head lightly and said, "I don't know if it's bad or not, but he is full of resentment, and he has no lifeline on his body, he is not a person from the yang world!" ”

"I know this, his story is quite rich, but I promised him not to tell anyone, so I can't tell you too much now."

"It's okay, if only you can be sure that he's on your side, my father told me that no one is a friend when you come to the puja. All are opponents. Wu Xin said in a stern tone, and even the skeleton on her face seemed to frown.

"Yes, I know it."

After answering the sentence, Wu Xin and I also walked to the staircase, and then went down to the second floor.

More than a dozen people could be seen in the corridor, and everyone seemed to have heard the shouting just now, and walked towards the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor, which was probably the location of the incident. Wu Xin and I also hurriedly walked over, and at the same time, I also paid attention to these "peers" who walked there together.

Most of these people are in their 40s, and only one is younger, but it seems that they are also in their 30s. Among them, there is also an old man, gray hair, wearing a Tang costume, although he is holding a cane in his hand, but he walks step by step, he feels that he should be a practitioner, if I am asked to choose a master among these people, it will definitely be this old man.

We quickly arrived at the room at the end of the hallway, and judging by the interior layout, it was supposed to be a banquet hall. In the middle of the floor of this banquet hall was a sword, which looked like a peachwood sword, a third of the sword had sunk below the ground, and around the sword was a large pool of black-red liquid, as if it was blood, and there was a special aura faintly, just like I had seen in the painting on the wall before.

The people who had already entered the banquet hall were all standing far away, and no one had any blood close to the ground, and the people who could come here were experts, and everyone naturally knew that there was something wrong with the blood on the ground.

"Everyone, please let go, please let go, please let everyone." The butler's voice came from the hallway, and he nodded apologetically to the man at the door as he spoke, and when everyone gave way, the butler also stood aside and bowed respectfully, and then a man in a wheelchair entered the banquet hall.

The man seemed to be of great stature, and many of the people in the room recognized him, and nodded at him as they gave way.

The wheelchair man went straight to the sword on the ground, and when his wheelchair passed the blood on the ground, the blood flowed to the side on its own, and all of them dodged the wheelchair man.

The old man really has a problem for me!

I took a deep breath to put these distractions out for a moment, and instead looked intently at the wooden sword on the ground and the wheelchair man next to it.

The wheelchair man whispered a few words of mantra, he spoke very quickly, I didn't hear what he could recite, but I could probably tell that it was a Taoist mantra, as for what god he invited, I can't judge for the time being. After reciting the mantra, the wheelchair man removed the glove of his right hand, revealing a dry, black hand with fingers like bald branches.

He brought his hand close to the wooden sword, then grabbed the hilt and pulled it upwards with force, and the wooden sword was easily pulled out by him, and then all the black that spread all over the ground poured towards the sword marks left on the ground, like a flush toilet and burrowed into the ground.

I didn't understand what was going on, and the other people present seemed to be confused by the second monk, looking at each other one by one, and some of them frowned and whispered something.

At this time, a smile suddenly appeared on the wheelchair man's face, and he said loudly in the middle of the banquet hall: "Welcome to the Humble House, this year's festival is still hosted by my contempt, just now it is just a special opening I arranged for this year's festival, I don't know if anyone present can say that it is famous?" ”

After speaking, the wheelchair man raised his left hand and gestured to everyone in the banquet hall.

Islands, screams, wooden swords, blood...... I thought it would be the rhythm of the island murder case, but I didn't expect it to be an exam question given to everyone by the festival organizers. However, this question is indeed a bit difficult, and I don't see the doorway anyway.

I approached Wu Xin and asked in a very low voice, "Do you see the doorway?" ”

Wu Xin shook his head, and then pointed to the left side of the banquet hall with a small movement. I looked in the direction of her finger and saw that she was referring to the gray-haired old man in Tang costume that I had noticed earlier, and she thought that the old man might be able to give an answer.

But the first to speak was not the old man, but an uncle with round eyes and a beard, he stepped forward and said angrily: "The one you are holding in your hand is Zhang Tianshi's demon slaying mahogany sword, the blood on the ground is not human blood, nor ghost blood, but demon blood, before everyone came over, this demon sword has already killed a demon, and you just recited a spell to please God, please Zhang Tianshi, I don't know if what I said is right!" ”

The wheelchair man smiled slightly, "Daoyi Hall Master Liu, welcome, I heard that you are proficient in inviting gods to descend to the gods, and you can subdue ghosts and demons in the thirty-six heavenly soldiers, and today you can see that the instrument is indeed extraordinary." ”

The beard was complimented a few times, and the corners of his mouth suddenly grinned.

But before he could laugh enough, the wheelchair man changed his words: "However, you didn't say it this time." ”

He lowered his face, but he didn't say anything more, just stepped aside in a huff, and it seemed that he didn't dare to question the wheelchair man's face.

After him, a few more people tried to name the name of this wooden sword and black blood, but the wheelchair man still first explained the origin and specialty of the answerer, and then vetoed their answers one by one. Soon, almost everyone in the audience said it once, and it seemed that only me, Xi Lin, the gray-haired old man, and a young man with a tiger's back didn't speak.

It's been years since I stopped going to school, but the current situation suddenly reminds me of the scene when the teacher asked questions one by one when I was in school, and my heart began to get nervous, and I thought that who could hurry up and say the correct answer at this time, so as not to ask me questions, and I couldn't answer any more jokes.

Sometimes it's always like that, the more you don't want something to happen, it's going to happen to you! I was still expecting someone to give a correct answer quickly, but the wheelchair man raised his hand towards me, and said with a smile: "This young friend, meeting for the first time, if I remember correctly, you should have come from Wu Yueren Wu senior on behalf of the Sanqing faction, right?" Wu is an eye-catcher and a curse, I wonder what you think of this little trick of mine? ”

As soon as he mentioned the name "Wu Yueren", everyone present focused their eyes on me, even the gray-haired old man looked at me, no matter who answered before, he was there with his eyes closed, it seems that the name of Old Man Wu is indeed well-known in the circle.

What to do?

When it comes to this, if I shake my head and say I don't know, it will be tantamount to losing face to the old man, but if I talk nonsense, it will be even more embarrassing!

I didn't think about it for a good time, so I just used my old method, one step at a time!

"First time we met, hello seniors, my name is Chang Le, thanks to the love of Wu seniors, in fact, I can't represent his old man, at best, I can only represent my feng shui shop. My store is called Le Yi Tang, and I will ask you to take care of your seniors in the future. ”

I advertised my feng shui shop to lighten the mood.

Then I didn't rush to answer the wheelchair man's question, but walked towards the middle of the banquet hall and crouched down next to the sword mark to study it carefully.

The ground is concrete, and if it is fake, the sword marks on the ground are indeed poked out by something. However, the width of the sword mark seemed to be slightly larger than that of the wooden sword, and judging from the wound, it did not seem to be poked out at one time. I put my index finger into the sword mark and felt it, the side was uneven, and there were no stone chips around, as if someone had cleaned it.

The Golden Mantra can indeed turn a talisman into a blade, but it may not be so easy to turn a wooden sword into a sharp weapon that sharpens iron like clay. To confirm my judgment, I walked over to the wheelchair man again, picked up the wooden sword in his hand and looked at it, especially the blade of the wooden sword. Stay in the acres of skills.

After reading it, I have a little bit of a score in my heart!

"What I want to say is that there is indeed a famous hall in the banquet hall, but the famous hall does not lie in the magic spell, this hole was dug out in advance." I said to everyone present.

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