"Little boy."

Seeing that the road was opened smoothly, Liu Zifeng turned back and said to Xiao Yichen in the car, "The front is it." ”

After the carriage stopped, the little guy neatly removed the wheelchair behind the carriage and straightened it.

I saw Xiao Yichen exert his internal strength to fly out of the carriage and sit down in the wheelchair steadily.

With the appearance of Xiao Yichen, the originally quiet crowd exploded instantly.

Unexpectedly, Lord Liu really invited the Xiao family over, and their growing curiosity made them lock their eyes on Xiao Yichen.

Ignoring everyone's gaze, Xiao Yichen reached out and hugged Su Qingtian and got out of the carriage, and then followed Liu Zifeng into Wang Mang's house.

The crowd behind him was also suppressed and blocked out of the door, and several people finally found a moment of peace.

There are several officials guarding outside Wang Mang's house, and with the intervention of the government, the scene is very well protected.

A small yard, with dry firewood piled up in the corner, as well as two unfilled buckets and a small chicken coop, this is the appearance of Wang Mang's small courtyard.

Although he was a pork seller, he did not raise it himself, and most of the livestock was bought from other people, and he slaughtered and sold it on the same day.

Xiao Yichen entered the courtyard and didn't notice anything wrong at all, but when Liu Zifeng asked the official to push the only house away, a strong smell of blood immediately came to the surface.

Under the eyes were a room full of blood-red Xiao characters, as if they had just been written in blood, and there was no sign of drying and solidifying into black and brown.

It was already noon, and the room, which was supposed to be bright, was eerie, and the cold was very uncomfortable for the back.

Such a terrifying and strange scene made Xiao Yichen subconsciously reach out and cover Su Qingtian's smart eyes in his arms.

"Little uncle, it's not good to cover your ears and steal the bell."

Su Qingtian pulled her big hand down from her eyes, she naturally understood Xiao Yichen's desire to protect herself, but if she couldn't see the scene of the crime clearly, how could she help the Xiao family get rid of the crime.

Without waiting for Xiao Yichen to speak, Su Qingtian jumped from his arms to the ground, with two little hands behind his back like little adults, slowly boasting over the threshold and walking into the house full of blood.

Su Qingtian, who was small, walked around the room, looking up and down the characters everywhere with her big round eyes.

Liu Zifeng didn't expect this greedy little girl to be so bold, and he didn't expect Xiao Yichen to be so big-hearted.

Seeing that the little girl was about to see the corpse of Wang Mang in the back room when she turned a corner, he wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Su Qingtian stood beside the corpse covered in white linen and looked at it for a moment, then squatted down and reached out and directly lifted the corner close to his head.

With her movements, the head and chest of Wang Mang's corpse were exposed.

There was no bloody scene in front of me, but a dried corpse that had been dead for an unknown amount of time, because it was so dry, like it had been dried in the desert for several years.

The skin is tightly attached to the bones, the flesh and skin of the upper body are in this state, the mouth is wide open and the eyelids are dry, as if it has been dealt with, but this posture is very human.

Su Qingtian squatted on the ground motionless, staring at the corpse for a long time.

Xiao Yichen pushed the wheelchair into the door, and just as he was about to get closer, the little girl slowly got up.

"Green Sweet ......"

Xiao Yichen didn't dare to make a loud noise, for fear that his sudden noise would frighten the little girl.

Su Qingtian turned around and glanced at her uncle, then raised her finger and said "shhh" on her mouth, signaling her uncle not to speak yet, and then she raised her head and began to look at the Xiao characters on the roof and beams.

Finally, his gaze slowly fell, stopping at the most obvious blood words on the wall.

Liu Zifeng on the side couldn't guess the dumb riddle played by the two of them at all, but seeing Xiao Yichen's treatment of Su Qingtian, he couldn't help but start believing the little girl in front of him in his heart, so he kept standing quietly and waiting.

After a general investigation, Su Qingtian also saw the doorway in this room clearly.

One thing is certain, this clueless murder has something to do with last night's events.

A black shadow suddenly flashed in front of Su Qingtian, but only she could see it.

The black mist of the human form wafted around the room, swaying from side to side, constantly moving around the room.

Until the black fog came to a corner, Su Qingtian walked up directly, stretched out her little hand and slapped it.

The black mist dispersed in an instant, and a fat, big-bellied middle-aged man appeared in front of Su Qingtian.

Shirtless, he was dressed in a dirty gown, and under his dirty beard, he was muttering words that he couldn't hear.

His eyes were confused, he was still busy with something in his hands, and the appearance of the knife in his hand should be continuing his previous work.

This man did not know that he was dead.

"Where's the stuff?"

The words without any antecedent attracted the attention of Xiao Yichen and Liu Zifeng.

They looked at Su Qingtian, and the little girl was talking to the corner with her head tilted.

A glimmer of light outside the window happened to fall on Su Qingtian's little face, and the little girl's clear eyes did not reflect the slightest figure.

The dark corners were empty, and the scene was chilling in the bloodstained room.

Xiao Yichen sat nervously in a wheelchair and looked at the little girl, he was not afraid of anything else, he was afraid that something would happen to the little baby, and he was ready to rush over to protect Su Qingtian if there was any trouble.

Liu Zifeng was completely stunned, he looked at Xiao Yichen and then at Su Qingtian, he didn't know whether to stop it next, or just wait quietly.

Su Qingtian on the other end used his soul to suppress it, and saw Wang Mang's soul staggering to the side of the bed after receiving Su Qingtian's question.

The image of nothingness moved slowly, and finally stopped at the head of the bed.

The man pointed a finger at the porcelain pillow, then turned his head slowly.

Su Qingtian's appearance was reflected in the gray-white pupils, and the mouth that was originally muttering suddenly moved quickly, but there was still no sound.

Spirits cannot make sounds unless they borrow a medium.

Su Qingtian didn't care what the man was saying, she climbed into bed and picked up the porcelain pillow and fell directly to the ground.

"Whoa!"

The crisp sound attracted the officials standing guard outside the house.

"My lord, what's going on?!"

Liu Zifeng stretched out his hand to prevent the official from entering, and with sharp eyes, he immediately saw the yellow object appearing in the fragments.

"Stand guard outside."

After sending the officials, Liu Zifeng squatted down under Xiao Yichen's gaze and picked out a bronze medal from the broken porcelain.

"What is this?"

Xiao Yichen hugged Su Qingtian on the bed and looked down to see if Xiaowa's hand was injured.

Seeing that Su Qingtian was intact, he looked at Liu Zifeng, who was checking the bronze medal, again and waited for an answer.

The bronze medal was checked repeatedly in Liu Zifeng's hand, and the man's face became more and more ugly.

It wasn't until Xiao Yichen wanted to ask again that he looked up at the other party and said in a very low voice.

"He is the man of King Jin."