The gods came to the Ji Fu family to find out the real culprit who killed Yan Hu, and this news was like having wings in the village.

Men, women, and children rushed to tell each other, and after a while, the courtyard and outside the courtyard of Ji Fu's house were crowded with people watching the excitement.

"Everyone be quiet, don't make a sound, otherwise you will scare away Yan Hu's murderer."

Fan Jian frowned when he saw so many people, and asked everyone to be quiet and not make a sound.

The people of this era are very in awe of the immortals, and when they heard Fan Jian say this, they immediately covered their mouths and retreated outside the courtyard gate, not daring to make a little movement, for fear that the immortals would blame them.

Only Ji Fu's parents and Yan Butcher were left in the courtyard, and the three of them also covered their mouths and retreated to the side of the courtyard.

"Immortal Master, the noodle soup is ready, what should I do next?"

Ji Fu walked out with two bowls of steaming noodle soup, sprinkled with tender green green onions, and a few drops of sesame oil, so that the aroma could be smelled from afar.

Just now, Ji Fu had already seen Fan Jian's methods, and he was convinced that Fan Jian was an immortal, so he changed his name to Fan Jian as an immortal master, and his tone was even more respectful.

"How did you and Yan Hu eat the noodle soup in the first place?"

Looking at the steaming noodle soup, Fan Jian swallowed his saliva, he was hungry, but he still held back, there was still something to do.

"When I finished making the noodle soup that day, Yan Hu couldn't wait to bring out his bowl.

It was too hot to put his mouth shut, so he put it on the windowsill to cool down for a while.

I cleaned up the kitchen and went out with my bowl, and he brought back the noodle soup from the windowsill.

He ate with me under the trellis, and then he went home, and before he could do it, he died."

Pointing to the windowsill and the stone table under the grape trellis, Ji Fu described the scene of the day again.

"Okay, you just put a bowl of noodle soup on the windowsill, just give me the other bowl, stand far away, don't make a sound, the murderer will naturally appear."

Taking away the bowl of noodle soup from Ji Fu's hand, Fan Jian walked to the stone table under the grape trellis and sat down.

Although he didn't know Fan Jian's purpose, Ji Fu still followed Fan Jian's words, put the noodle soup on the windowsill, and retreated to his parents' side.

For a while, the courtyard was quiet, only the fragrance of noodle soup was wafting, everyone was silent, but their eyes did not dare to blink, for fear of missing the scene where the murderer appeared.

At this time, a snoring sound sounded, attracting everyone's attention, and the murderer appeared?

Everyone hurriedly followed the sound to find it, and saw that under the grape trellis, the immortal master was holding it

（M.. COM）

With the bowl of the sea, it is the rise of eating.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little hungry, it tastes good, it's even better if I have a clove of garlic.

Don't look at me, look at that bowl of noodle soup, the murderer has appeared."

Finding that everyone was looking at him, Fan Jian was a little embarrassed, he really couldn't help it, he was too hungry, so he couldn't help but eat the noodle soup on the stone table.

When everyone heard Fan Jian say that the murderer had appeared, they couldn't help but focus their eyes on the bowl of noodle soup on the windowsill.

As a result, nothing was seen, and there was no shadow of the murderer.

"Snake, what a big snake!"

A villager lying on the wall exclaimed in a low voice, then quickly covered his mouth and pointed to the eaves on the windowsill with his other hand.

After he reminded everyone, everyone saw it, and saw a colorful snake hanging under the eaves above the windowsill.

He was wrist-thick, more than three meters long, and his body was coiled on the purlin of the eaves, and his head was raised high, facing above the bowl of soup noodles.

It should be that the noodle soup is too fragrant, and the fragrance lures the snake out, its eyes are slightly closed, as if it is intoxicated by the fragrance, and the corners of its mouth slowly flow out of the snake's saliva, that is, saliva.

The snake's saliva gathered more and more at the corners of its mouth, and it fell down with a click, and fell right into the noodle soup bowl. It also left a silver silk thread in the air, which looked very viscous.

"Did you see that? This snake's saliva is poisonous, and it is the murderer of Yan Hu.

On that day, Yan Hu put the noodle soup on the windowsill, and the fragrance attracted poisonous snakes, and the saliva containing highly poisonous fell into the noodle bowl.

So this snake is the murderer, Yan Hu's death has nothing to do with Ji Fu, these days, everyone has wronged Ji Fu."

Fan Jian pointed to the snake on the eaves and explained to Ji Fu loudly, in fact, he had long known that Ji Fu was innocent.

When he was inspecting Ji Fu's house, he inquired about the cause of Yan Hu's death with the bird in the tree, and the bird told him about the day.

He knew the language of birds, but others didn't understand it, and it was not convincing, so he asked Ji Fu to make two more bowls of noodle soup.

In front of the villagers, the scene was reproduced and the snake drooled, which was more convincing.

"Thou dead serpent, thou hast harmed my son, and thou hast tried to escape, and I will kill thee."

Fan Jian's voice alarmed the poisonous snake, and he immediately twisted his body, wanting to escape, but Yan Butcher, who was standing by the wall, flew out with the pig-killing knife in his hand.

Immediately, the poisonous snake was cut into two pieces, and the pig-killing knife spun and returned to the hands of the Yan butcher.

（M.. COM）

Beautiful skills, looking at Fan Jian's tongue, Yan Tuhu's kung fu is too handsome, he is clearly a practitioner.

In fact, this Yan butcher has real kung fu, and he has practiced the pig-killing knife with one hand.

It was because of this that he believed that Fan Jian was an immortal, because it was basically impossible for ordinary people to take the sword away from him.

"Who knows if it's the Ji family spending money to hire someone to do it, just to whitewash Ji Fu."

"That's it, that snake can poison Yan Hu and a young man with just a drop of saliva, I don't believe it."

"This Yan butcher is just a dumbfounder, people are clearly lying to him, and he believes it."

The later villagers, who didn't see that Fan Jian could instantly turn the pig-killing knife into nothing, didn't believe that he was an immortal, and began to talk about it.

At this moment, a yellow dog ran out from the side of the yard, and just now Yan Butcher took out a knife to cut the snake, and when the snake's corpse fell, it knocked over the noodle bowl.

The yellow dog saw the noodle soup spilled on the ground, ran over and ate it in a big gulp, but as soon as he ate half of it, his body convulsed, and his seven orifices bled out, and he died in a short time.

Only then did everyone believe that that drop of saliva was really poisonous, and only then did they believe that Yan Hu was really poisoned by the saliva of the poisonous snake.

"This noodle soup and the yellow dog are now highly poisonous, so in order to prevent the spread of this poison, I will deal with it."

In order to make everyone believe that he is an immortal, so that he will not point fingers at Ji Fu in the future, Fan Jian decided to show his hand in public.

I saw him stretch out his right hand, the void stroked the ground, the noodle soup, the broken sea bowl, and the corpse of the yellow dog, all disappeared out of thin air under everyone's attention.

"Immortals, please be worshiped by believers!"

This hand space technique was used, and everyone present was convinced that Fan Jian was an immortal, and knelt down to worship together.

"Everyone knows the real cause of Yan Hu's death, don't be embarrassed in the future, and his family will be separated."

Everyone knelt and kowtowed to themselves, Fan Jian was a little uncomfortable, stepped forward, helped Ji Fu's family and Yan Butcher up, and quickly dispersed everyone.

Yan Butcher also said that he would not trouble Ji Fu in the future, and Ji Fu said that Yan Hu died, and as his good friend, he would take care of Yan Butcher instead of him and send him to his old age.

Yan Butcher was moved, and said on the spot that he wanted to teach his skills to Ji Fu.

Ji Fu's matter was solved, Fan Jian still had to go to Jiuzhou Ding, and before leaving, he called Ji Fu and the gods mysteriously aside.

(End of chapter)