The person who asked this sentence was proud for a while, and became the new lord of Xuanhua City.

And the person who Chu Lan said to benefit the most is him.

Now everyone's faces have changed, and no one thought that the young son of An Zeyang would have such a deep city government, and even Yang Husheng and Fan Wenxing would be willing to be his pawns.

But they all have their own ghosts, and each of them is playing their own small calculations.

Anhuachi used these jewels as bargaining chips, and promised that after he successfully ascended to the throne, let them be his right-hand men, Yang Husheng controlled the financial operations of the entire Xuanhua Mansion, gave Fan Wenxing "military power", and all the guards of Xuanhua Mansion were at his disposal.

Anhuachi has been planning for a long time, and has been secretly giving favors to the two, which gradually opened up the relationship, so that the two people are willing to be gunmen. He already had murderous intent in his heart, and once this matter was resolved, he would find an excuse to kill these two.

However, these two people are not stupid, they think that they have the financial power and military power, and the lord of Anhuachi, the mansion master, is just their puppet, and they are the ones who really control the general trend, and they can sit back and enjoy it.

But what they didn't expect was that Chu Lan, who was originally a scapegoat, came out of nowhere, disrupting the chessboard and turning all their elaborate designs into bubbles.

However, An Huachi did not despair, Yang Husheng and Fan Wenxing had conclusive evidence, and it was estimated that they would not be able to keep it, and it happened that he had already had the intention of getting rid of them, and now he could borrow Chu Lan's hand.

As long as he dissociates himself from these two people in time, Chu Lan said that he killed his father is just a mouthful, and without evidence, he can definitely deny it, and the other party will have no way to take him at that time.

"Woohoo"

An extremely unpleasant sound came, like a male duck barking, and the female wolf who was choked by the neck called spring, and the voice can be described as "dancing the submarine of the ravine, crying the wife of the lonely boat"

Chu Lan took out a black flute decorated with He's jade pendant from his arms, blew it gently, and found that this thing had to be urged with spiritual power to make a sound.

Everyone covered their ears, wondering what kind of play this young man was playing? What kind of moth is playing such an ugly flute?

Seeing the flute in Chu Lan's hand, An Huachi's eyes suddenly bulged out, and his facial muscles trembled violently.

At this time, a small red snake suddenly came out of nowhere, as if it appeared out of thin air, and stabbed out from under An Zeyang's coffin, and the speed was extremely fast.

As soon as it came out, it was about to open its mouth to bite Lu Botong, Lu Botong's body shook, and the black token in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Chu Lan had already prepared, and stretched out two crystal jade fingers like lightning, and there was a small golden dragon swimming on the fingertips, no one imagined how fast this hand was, as if it was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

His fingers are slender, dry, and crystal clear, and if you don't see them with your own eyes, you will never believe that they are the fingers of a swordsman who has practiced swords all year round.

Swift and precise. In the blink of an eye, the little red snake that had been caught in the air and opened its mouth, and its teeth flashed with cold light, was exactly seven inches clamped, and the little snake that was still stretched straight and red in the last second was now limp between his fingers.

An Huachi's expression now looks like he not only ate durian and rotten eggs, but also ate stinky tofu at the same time, and he is almost eating the small hamburger made by Lao Ba Secret.

Chu Lan smiled and raised the little crimson snake in his hand

"Ladies and gentlemen, Fu Ruixiang's boss and Sima Liuyun died in the hands of this kind of beast, if nothing happens, the neck of the lord of An Zeyang Mansion should also have traces of being bitten by it. ”

Lu Botong walked straight to An Zeyang's coffin, and everyone consciously got out of the way.

He said offended, and then pushed away the coffin board covered with flowers, An Zeyang's face turned pale, and An Huachi's face turned even paler.

The figure in the coffin was pierced through the heart by a sword, this is a fatal injury, Lu Botong pulled down An Zeyang's collar, there were really two small holes in his neck, and there was a purple bruise around him, obviously poisoned by snakes.

The jaws of the onlookers were about to fall to the ground, and they all turned their heads to look at Anhua Chi with a bad look.

An Huachi's face was buried in the shadows, he was originally wearing a blue robe, and his handsome and elegant figure had slowly pulled away from everyone, and he fell into a huge fear, even if he had exhausted his conspiracy, but after all, he was a child, and his psychological capacity was limited.

Chu Lan continued

"On the 14th of July, after the red-clothed thief disappeared, Fan Wenxing dropped the goods on the road between the city lord's mansion and the main city, because I saw two intersecting wheel tracks on the dirt road, of course, this does not rule out the accident of other cars and horses passing by, but later the inner library was stolen, and it all made sense. ”

That night, in order to forge a false image, Anhuachi drew all his attention to the red-clothed thief, went out of the city overnight, and hibernated in the kitchen of Fu Ruixiang's shop, about midnight, Fu Ruixiang's boss lit a candle in front of the table to sort out the account books, at this time the sky was slowly raining, almost with Fan Wenxing into the inner library to stab himself in the eye at the same time, Anhua Chi was afraid that someone would find a cat in Fu Ruixiang's account book, so he blew the flute, attracting this red poisonous snake, after Fu Ruixiang's boss was bitten, he should have hallucinated in front of his eyes, and then took the candle for a while, causing wax and oil dripping all over the table。 ”

"I found that the blank area of these wax oil should be the account book that was taken away, Anhua Chi has a special identity, and he was afraid of being recognized, so he waited until the old man died of anger before coming out and taking this account book. ”

A careful person next to him felt that something was wrong and immediately asked: "But didn't this account book appear in Yang Husheng's bedroom?"

Chu Lan explained, "If I'm not mistaken, after Anhuachi killed the boss of Fu Ruixiang, because it rained in the sky, it was easy to leave traces on the ground, so he covered his feet with a bag to increase the force area, and then handed over the account book and red silk thread to Yang Husheng to deal with."

Actually, Anhuachi's original intention should have been for Yang Husheng to destroy these things, but Yang Husheng wanted to keep this as a handle for himself to blackmail Anhuachi, so he put it in a small cabinet under his bed, and the key to this lock must be on Yang Husheng. ”

Chu Lan shook the black flute in his hand and looked at the few people with gloomy faces.

"How is it? You know this thing, I look at the jade pendant as if your name is engraved on it, Hua Chi!"

Everyone fell into silence, everything was exposed by Chu Lan, and it was reasonable and logical, Yang Husheng and the three of them had no way to argue, which means that what this young man said was very likely to be the truth.

All this reversed too quickly, Chu Lan, who was used as an embroidery thief and the murderer who killed An Zeyang, and was wanted by the whole city, is now incarnated as Detective Conan and is talking eloquently, and An Huachi, who had nothing to do with this matter, has become the culprit of the whole thing.

Anhua Chi's face was gloomy, and he only felt that he was being pushed step by step into the endless corridor, and the light was getting farther and farther away from him, buried in darkness.

All the people present had already exploded, and the noise and discussion were all in one place.

Lu Botong lightly covered An Zeyang's coffin board, bowed, and then nodded at Chu Lan, if this matter is not revealed, once Yang Husheng and the three of them stabilize the situation, they will definitely launch a fierce pursuit of themselves who are not on their side, so Chu Lan can be said to have done him a great favor.

And at this time, Anhua Chi, who everyone thought was gone, suddenly smiled, and his face was a little hideous and a little distorted.

His voice was originally very pleasant, but now his laughter is so terrifying.

"Do you think I didn't make the last preparations? ”

"The guards of Xuanhua Mansion have changed their blood, and the guards who just came in don't recognize any mansion lord's cronies tokens, they only listen to me. ”

Chu Lan's face was gloomy, Lu Botong stood still, the rabbit was in a hurry and bit people, it seemed that Anhua Chi had been forced to the end, and he was going to fight against the water.

The soldiers who had been kneeling respectfully on the ground had already moved, and they drew their blades and slashed at the guards who were still kneeling on the ground.

Before the old soldiers could react, they heard the sound of their weapons unsheathed, and their heads had already rolled off.

Blood bloomed everywhere, and some blood splattered on the guests in white mourning clothes, like bright red butterflies fluttering.

The pale faces of the guests flocked to the side, and the already crowded mourning hall became chaotic.

Anhua Chi waved his hand, not wanting to start a war with the whole city, and waved his hand, signaling the guards gathered outside the door to disperse.

Chu Lan is full of lies, today he will be splattered with blood for five steps, this matter has nothing to do with you, you can leave on your own, but I don't want more people to know about today's matter. ”

Most of the people who came to mourn were local rich people, although they were also figures with heads and faces, but most of them were ordinary people, not monks.

Chu Lan watched as there were fewer and fewer people in the mourning hall, his expression was serious, he didn't move, he just secretly adjusted his spirit to the extreme, this battle was inevitable.

After a while, all the guests had dispersed, and only An Zeyang's unburied coffin, Lingpai and Yang Husheng, Chu Lan and Lu Botong were left in the hall.

A group of armored, sharp-sheathed guards have gradually surrounded them.

Chu Lan smiled bitterly and motioned for Lu Botong to step back, the Bagang sword tire was already out of its sheath.

Lu Botong also practiced foreign kung fu for a few years when he was young, but after all, he was not a serious monk, and now that he is old, his combat power can basically be ignored, whether he can get out alive depends on whether Chu Lan can survive the rush of these people.

A dragon groan came, Fan Wenxing had long wanted to make a move, but now he finally broke out and took the lead in attacking.

Although he had no eyes, he seemed to have been prepared, and he had already practiced an amazing swordsmanship in the dark. Although Chu Lan can't be seen, it seems that Chu Lan's location can be locked at any time.

A sword stabbed out, and the extremely sharp sword intent permeated the place, and the strength of the Spirit Wheel Nine Pins was unobstructed, the sword was like a dragon, and the sword qi turned into a dragon scroll, and it rolled towards Chu Lan with unmistakable accuracy.

Chu Lan slashed sideways to block the sharp blow, and Fan Wenxing's sword tip stabbed on the tyre of the Bagang sword, causing a burst of sparks.

Fan Wenxing collected the sword and stabbed again, the long sword fell like a drizzle falling on the world, densely smashed towards Chu Lan, Chu Lan's dragon qi wrapped around the sword body, and the blades of the two sides struck each other, dense into the beads.

Chu Lan's long sword stabbed straight into Fan Wenxing's middle gate, and the move had not yet become old, and the tip of the sword was already facing upwards, stabbing at the opponent's chin.

Fan Wenxing's body spun around, and while dodging Chu Lan's sword body, he hurriedly shot out thirty-six cold rays.

It turned out that all of them were smeared with poison through the bones, like chaotic leaves and flying flowers.

Chu Lan held the hilt of the sword in one hand and pinched the sword body with the other, and the tyrant steel sword tire rotated to form a wall of wind, blocking the hidden weapon released by Fan Wenxing, and at the same time, the sword body was cold.

The golden dragon accompanied the sword qi and blasted towards Fan Wenxing.

Anhuachi saw that Fan Wenxing had not been able to bargain for a long time, and he was afraid that something would happen, he was already an extremely cautious person.

Glancing at the guards who were surrounding the door. Hundreds of monks suddenly rushed in and rushed towards Chu Lan.

Chu Lan was already struggling with Fan Wenxing, who was on the ninth grade of the Spirit Wheel, but now that so many people have joined, the situation is even more critical.

It was a lot of trouble to deal with for a while, but fortunately, Fan Wenxing's sword had slowed down, and it was difficult to find Chu Lan's position accurately in the crowd.

Chu Lan swung out with a sword, slashing over more than a dozen people, and dozens more people pounced.

Suddenly, like cold water dripping on the back of his neck, Chu Lan was shocked, a cold light had lit up behind him, and a thin dagger pierced straight into the back of his heart.

Chu Lan's eyes widened, looking at the figure who had just taken back the dagger and was sneering.

"Yang Husheng, you hide so deeply"

Chu Lan never thought that such a tavern owner would also be a master, his attack was quick and deadly, and the narrow dagger broke through Chu Lan's wind and thunder body and pierced his heart.

Blood continued to drip down the wound, and the bright red blood also emitted golden dots of light.

Chu Lan's face turned pale, this sword was really fatal, and the guards around him had already found the right opportunity and cut multiple wounds on Chu Lan's body.

His consciousness was blurred by the loss of blood, and he already smelled death.

But at this time, a childish voice suddenly sounded in his body.

"Big brother, relax, give me your body. ”