The broadsword has been returned to the statue of Guan Gong.

The bones had also been removed, and Yan Xiong stared at Wusheng, "Why don't you come to me, we need someone like you." ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing already smiled stupidly, "He can't go." ”

Yanxiong stared at Yang Qing's stupid smile, and a look of envy appeared on his face.

"Why?"

"He's not available, he's busy every day." Yang Qing smiled and stared at Wusheng to see if there were any strange changes on his face.

There is no change, not a trace.

Yanxiong smiled as if he was distressed, "What is he busy with every day?" ”

"He's busy finding someone to fight every day."

Yanxiong nodded, "Catching the bad guy is the same as a duel, and fighting a duel with the bad guy may be more exciting." ”

Yang Qing smiled bitterly and was silent.

He wanted to pull Wusheng under his banner, but he wanted to go crazy.

Yanxiong smiled lifelessly, and his smile remained unchanged, "What has the gun god found?" ”

Silent without life.

He suddenly picked up Yang Qing and walked out.

Yang Qing opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, making a grimace, "Everyone has been killed by you, what else to check." ”

Yanxiong didn't seem to hear it, and followed behind.

He followed, and so did those behind him.

Smoke rose like a lifeless, and his body was already on the city wall ten feet away.

When the soldiers defending the city saw him coming, they didn't seem to be surprised or nervous.

Several soldiers were still spears in hand, staring ahead.

Far ahead, there is still no one in the distance, and there is not a trace of people.

Yang Qing smiled, "I want to come down and take a walk." ”

As she spoke, the people had come down, and she saw a figure floating away like a swallow against the wall.

The dark shadow is fleeting.

Yang Qing suddenly jumped into Wusheng's arms again, "I still don't want to go down." ”

She smiled bitterly.

Wusheng stared ahead, as if he didn't see a dark shadow, and as if he had seen everything.

The deep depression under the city wall is already full of residual leaves.

Yang Qing didn't understand why he stayed here, there was nothing attractive here.

Following his gaze, he saw the Xinglong Inn in the distance.

Several officials have walked in under the Xinglong Inn, and one of them is Yanxiong.

He walked in the front, and he was still followed by those officials, they seemed to be in a relationship with the scales, the scales did not leave the scales, and the scales did not leave the scales.

Yang Qing smiled, "I don't know now why you don't want to go back." ”

At this time, many officials and errands suddenly poured in from the Xinglong Inn, and when they came out, they all carried the bones.

Who died?

Yang Qing stared at the sky and sighed deeply, "We still have to go back." ”

Wusheng nodded.

He floated up like a light smoke and drifted past.

The faces of the dead are good-looking, and the dead looks of these bodies are no exception.

Wusheng glanced at it and didn't want to look at it again, Yang Qing had closed his eyes, and he was already afraid in his arms.

Yang Qing has seen dead people, all kinds of dead people, but she has never seen such an ugly death.

Their appearance was extremely miserable and miserable, as if they had been bitten by ten thousand wild ghosts, violently and madly to death.

When the official saw Wusheng coming, he avoided it far away and made way for a way that led to the upper floor.

Every muscle on Yanxiong's face stiffened, and he stared at the painting in a daze.

The paper doesn't move, and neither does Fluttershy.

Sweat has moved.

The cold sweat on his forehead couldn't help but pour out, and he didn't wipe it, as if he had forgotten to wipe it.

Yan Xiong turned around and saw that there was no life.

Wusheng also stared at the portrait.

Fluttershy doesn't move, but she changes a lot.

The feminine dancing is gone, the cheerful, joyful energy is gone, and even the expression is less soft.

She was staring at the front with a miserable, desolate gaze, her hands clutching forward, each finger dripping with blood.

The bloodstains on the painting are exactly the same as they are on the ground now, without a trace of difference.

Yanxiong suddenly stared at Wusheng, staring at the gun in Wusheng's hand, "You have an alibi and physical evidence, so this is ......." ”

"So it's not something I did."

Yanxiong nodded.

"That's what I did."

Yanxiong was stunned, staring at Wusheng, as if he didn't know much about this person.

Yang Qing was also surprised.

Thinking about the portrait like a lifeless stone statue, he took the portrait off and rolled it up slowly, "This painting is mine, so all the crimes related to it are mine." ”

Yan Xiong gasped and stared at the painting, "You mean the person in the painting came out to kill someone?" ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing stared at the painting, "Fluttershy kills?" ”

Although she didn't believe it, she couldn't find any other reason.

Yan Xiong looked at the officials behind him, and more than a dozen officials behind him suddenly drew their knives.

The knife light is fluttering, each one is a good knife that has killed countless people, and after many years of official career, it is difficult not to stick to a little blood.

A good knife, but the hand that holds the knife is not a good hand.

Each hand seemed to be shaking, shaking violently.

Yang Qing suddenly drew a horizontal stroke, "Come here, she will definitely come out and bite you." ”

More than a dozen knives did not move, and the cold light on the knives was still flashing.

Yang Qing faced Yanxiong, stared at him fiercely, and waved the flower scroll again, "You also know how powerful this painting is, you have to think about it carefully." ”

Yanxiong nodded, waving his hand slightly.

The sword was sheathed, and the man was gone.

There were only a few people left in the room, no one spoke, and it was extremely quiet.

Yanxiong stared at the painting, "I've already investigated the woman in the painting. ”

Silent without life.

"She's the new leader of the Demon Cult about to take office."

Silent without life.

"You still want to take him with you?"

Wusheng stared at the painting, "Yes, I'll take it with me." ”

Yanxiong didn't understand, because it was too dangerous, and no one knew when the fairy in the painting would come out, and she would kill people when she came out.

The slain had already seen it, and he really didn't want to see it a second time.

Such a way of dying is really unbearable and unbearable.

He has been on an errand for many years, he has seen all kinds of dead people, all kinds of dead people, all kinds of deaths, the appearance of dead people will never make him afraid, and he is too lazy to be afraid, but now it is different.

"If you bring this painting, you might get into a lot of trouble."

Yan Xiong was not far away from the painting, already staring outside.

Outside, the soft sun has moved westward, and the gentle heat has not diminished a point.

The festive and peaceful laughter on Chang'an Street has not changed in the slightest, no matter what kind of dangerous story it is, it seems that they are not afraid of it.

Wusheng stared at and poked Yanxiong's back, "This painting was given to me by someone else before he died, and I want to take care of this painting." ”

"You're not afraid of sacrifice? Not afraid of dying? ”

Silent and silent, it seems that he does not want to speak anymore.

Yanxiong looked at Wusheng, and then at Hanamai, and an inexplicable sour feeling floated on his face.

Yang Qing couldn't understand why an official had such an expression on his face?

"Is the person who sent the painting a pony?"

Silent without life.

Yang Qing nodded in acknowledgement.

"Seventy-seven domestic animals have died near the Xinglong Inn, all of them of the same cause, with four tooth marks on their necks."

Yang Qing was silent, secretly sad in her heart.

"Since the person who sent the painting is him, can you find him?"

Nothing is silent, and neither can it.

Yang Qing stared at Yan Xiong coldly, staring at the knife in his hand, "Why haven't you found it yet?" ”

Yan Xiong was silent.

"Why didn't you find it sooner and close the case?"

Yan Xiong was silent, and his face seemed to be in pain.

"You can't find it, can you?"

Yan Xiong was silent.

"You want to find it with the help of a lifeless hand, don't you?"

Yan Xiong was silent, but he was already gasping.

"Why don't you look for it yourself, but look for it with your heart?"

Yan Xiong was silent, suddenly turned around, and walked out.

Looking at his departing back, Yang Qing's heart had become sore, sore and painful.

People who are officials may live for the case, and the case is their life, their father, and their wife.

Once they are on an errand call, the clothes and the knife will haunt them forever until they die.

Don't want to get rid of it, and while taking off the official uniform, maybe there will be many enemies who will go to them and fight with him.

......。

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The remnant sun will not disappear.

There is already a cold feeling on the long street, there are not many people rushing to the market, and the acrobats are still there.

There are several large bluestones on the side, thick and large.

A big man covered in flesh was lying on a long bench, and several people carried the bluestone onto his body.

The big man's eyes were already round, every muscle on his face seemed to be completely tightened, and the woman holding the copper bowl not far away turned sideways and looked at him with concern, and there was already a smile on his face.

The laughter was very small, he suddenly let out a fart, and then the bench was suddenly crushed by him.

Everyone looked at him and laughed out loud.

The big man also smiled, but there was already blood at the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly wiped the blood into his nostrils.

He laughed, "It's a nosebleed, it's fine." ”

The people watching were already laughing at him, laughing at his body and not knowing how to vent his anger.

The woman suddenly came over with a smile, kissed him on the cheek, and exclaimed, "It's all my fault, it's been a busy year, and everyone is laughing." ”

When she stared at the big man, her eyes were filled with pain and sorrow, but when she stood up, she was full of joy and joy.

Everyone stared at the shy woman, walked over, walked over, twisted their butts, and came over with a copper bowl.

Occasionally, she would wink her eyebrows at the crowd, and a few of her close to her would have nosebleeds.

It's too much to resist the temptation.

She didn't seem to see it, she writhed even more, screaming loudly, her voice seemed to be a lonely and empty cat neighing in the night, "Fathers, old folks, brothers and sisters, when I first arrived at Guibao Land today, because I have no entanglement, I hope you have money to hold the money field, and you have no money to hold the people!" Thank you in advance! ”

She smiled and said, "This is a chest broken boulder, this is real kung fu, hard kung fu." ”

There were more people around, and everyone's eyes lit up.

They were clearly attracted, their hands had grasped the copper plate, and their minds had flown to the stone.

The stone is there, and the hammer is on the side.

The handle of the hammer was very long, and he leaned on his chest, and the man had stretched out his hand, spit twice into the palm of his hand, and rubbed it vigorously a few times.

Gritted his teeth and raised the sledgehammer high, smashing it into the bluestone.

At this moment, the bluestone on the body of the cross-fleshed man suddenly cracked and suddenly floated away.

A sledgehammer smashed into the chest of the big man.

Everyone was surprised, what kind of kung fu is this?

The hammer has not fallen, and the bluestone has cracked?

The man holding the hammer was full of fright, and the hammer was unabated, and he could not stop it.