Now all the clues have been broken when they reach Liu Ming, but they also found the silver needle of the murderer in his room, as well as a suicide note admitting his crime.

From the confession of the little monk of the Evergreen Temple, to the available evidence, and the fact that he did no other harm except for the strangulation marks of hanging himself and suffocating to death, all the clues pointed to him alone.

What's even more strange is that in the next few days, there was harmony in Shangqiu City, and it seemed that the peace and stability of the past had returned, which further confirmed that this Liu Ming was indeed the murderer, because there were no more murders and cases of missing women after his death.

Only Zhao Wuwu felt that everything was too perfect, so perfect that there were almost no flaws.

What was Liu Ming's motive for committing the crime, was it really just as his suicide note said? If he was really a murderer, he must have been unfathomable, how could he have fled in a hurry on that day? And the clothes he wore before his death were flat and neat without a trace of wrinkles, and even if he really hanged himself, he would definitely struggle because of pain. He was hung there like a work of art.

But after all, all the clues were broken when they came to him, and all Zhao Wuwu could know was the painting that he didn't know who left it, except for the really vicious murder methods.

What did the person who gave the clue want to illustrate when he left this painting, should he start with the woman in this painting, or should he go to find the person who painted it?

Zhao Wuwu couldn't help but fall into a long contemplation.

Nan'an Mansion.

Lu Jingyi had already completed the task of this trip, and he looked at Shen Cong'an revealing his eyes, as if a thousand words of thought were in this difficult gaze.

"Okay, I'll ask Steward Li to take two more cans of green plum brew for you to drink on the road. ”

Shen Cong'an couldn't see his little bit of caution, he missed it a day, what he missed was clearly the treasures buried in the ground in the backyard.

Lu Jingyi happily took the wine sent by Steward Li, leaned to the side of her nose and sniffed it gently, and couldn't help but admire.

"Brother Shen still knows me best! If it weren't for the urgency in the Taoist temple, I would have wanted to stay a few more days. But how long has I been out, and the mountain has already sent people to look for me, saying that the master is crazy again, and he shouts every day to catch demons, but he can't stop him. You say there are no monsters in this world, I think he has lived too long, old fool!"

Shen Yan didn't think so, he said: "There are no wonders in the world, the master has practiced for more than three hundred years, maybe he has really seen it!"

Lu Jingyi was not happy when she heard this: "If you don't beat you for three days, won't you go to the house to uncover the tiles?" If you don't practice well, be careful that I will take you back to the mountains to practice for a year and a half, and let you be accompanied by jackals, tigers and leopards, and see if you dare to speak wildly." ”

"Yes, I was wrong, Master, you should be careful on the road, and I will go to the mountain to see you when I have time!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and ran away.

Shen Yan is right, there are many unknowns in the world, and if you don't find them, it doesn't mean that they don't exist.

Sanchuan Stream, in the depths of the Qingfeng Gorge.

There is a miasma here all year round, so ordinary people will never dare to step into it. There is only one kind of person who knows where the entrance to the three rivers is, and that is the person who goes out from here, to be precise, the person who walks out alive from here and can walk back.

In fact, there is a profession that has been quietly existed and passed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years, and they are the hunters. As long as you have enough money, there's no one they can't kill, nothing they can't get, and in general, there are almost no tasks they can't do.

And the control of the hunters belongs to the Hidden Moon Pavilion, no one knows the purpose of the Hidden Moon Pavilion quietly existing in the Sanchuan Stream, maybe someone once knew, but they must have already become the souls of the sword.

The entrance to the Sanchuan stream is hidden under a waterfall, and if you manage to avoid all the traps, there will be guards waiting for you at the entrance.

At the moment, the man in black who had avoided the mechanism smoothly could be identified at a glance as a person from the Hidden Moon Pavilion, and after he successfully passed all the mechanisms, the guards appeared at the entrance as usual to answer.

"Put your name on it. ”

The guard asked, taking out a silver needle and stabbing it into the man's hand, his fingers slowly oozing blue blood.

"Xiao Han, Killing Word Workshop. ”

Xiao Han, it really lives up to its name, the chill in the man's eyes when he spoke already made the guard feel a chill in his back.

"Receive. ”

As soon as the guard's words fell, the vines in front of him shrank into the ground like sharp blades.

Xiao Han walked through the narrow cave, and was greeted by the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers like a picture scroll, as well as countless exquisite pavilions and pavilions.

This Hidden Moon Pavilion is divided into five squares, which are the Killing Word Workshop, the Word Finding Workshop, the Hidden Word Workshop, the Soldier Word Workshop and the Yan Word Workshop. They are responsible for killing, hunting, gathering information, and crafting their own weapons. Yanzifang is independent of the other four squares, and they are all women, they only listen to the pavilion master's personal transfer, and the other four squares will act according to the tasks issued by each owner.

Becoming a hunter is not easy, they need to have unfathomable skills, quick thinking, and a cold heart. Of course, they all have a common characteristic, that is, they are different from ordinary people, they have blue blood, because they are demons.

Xiao Han returned to his house, and it didn't take long for the owner to come to the door.

"You violated the prohibition and killed without permission, you know what the consequences will be, the pavilion master is already waiting for you in the palace. ”

Xiao Han seemed to expect everything to come, and his reaction was very flat.

"Got it, I'll go over now. ”

On the high seat of the main hall, there was a woman half-leaning there, she was dressed in red, and her charming red lips hooked up a smile.

"You're here. ”

She watched Xiao Han walk in, got up and lifted the red bead curtain, only to find that half of her face was hidden under the mask. But such a charming figure, coupled with a tulle dress, and her looming snow-white skin, everything can be highlighted and extraordinarily delicate and moving.

"Say, I can give you an explanation. ”

Xiao Han smiled to himself, and then knelt on the ground.

"There's nothing to explain, I know I should be punished for breaking the rules, but I don't regret it. It's just that if I can challenge the Twelfth Temple and retrieve an artifact for the Pavilion Master, I hope the Pavilion Master can promise me a condition. ”

Changrong walked up to him and stretched out his slender hand to caress his cold face.

"You broke the rules first, but you came here to talk to me about the conditions. Oh~ I know, whether you kill someone, or if you want to break into the temple to grab the artifact, it's just for your lovely lady of the Shangguan family!"

Her hand slowly slid down to his chest, and then leaned into his ear and whispered, "But if I don't want to agree, why don't I let you die?"