There is a common understanding of demons and evils, which makes the frightened couple a little less wary of Pei Yan and Wen Sheng.

Inside the city... The lord is magnificent, cultivates through the sky, and shelters the main city for many years. Who dares to say that under the protection of the lord, there are still demons and evil spirits in the city.

Whoever wants to be killed.

The man and the woman stood up tremblingly, and the man clenched the sickle in his hand and threatened without confidence: "You have also committed a crime now, and if you dare to talk nonsense, you will be doomed together." ”

Pei Yan didn't care about this painless threat, and pulled Wen Sheng to sit on a chair in the small courtyard.

"Who died."

Three words, cold and without temperature, businesslike a machine.

Wen Sheng hurriedly grabbed Pei Yan's hand and spoke before the man's face became even more ugly.

"Two condolences." Wen Sheng organized the language, "We want to know about the cause of death of the deceased......"

"There are still demons and evil in the city, and we also want to understand the situation as soon as possible and get rid of this... Murderer. ”

“… Only... Though... I'm sorry......" Wen Sheng organized his words, but in the end he couldn't say anything nice and comforting.

She... I have never experienced this pain of life and death.

The man looked at Wen Sheng's face, a face that couldn't be darker, and finally eased up.

The little girl was pale and looked like she wouldn't live long.

A poor man, too.

Pei Yan looked at Wen Sheng, and his mood finally eased a little.

The man spoke slowly: "Dead... It's my son. ”

After saying a word, the man seemed to be suddenly deflated, and the whole person was lifeless, as if he had aged many years in an instant.

The woman on one side finally couldn't help it and cried bitterly.

Wen Sheng's fingertips trembled, and his expressionless face looked weak because it was too pale.

Not...

He's dead... Son.

When I was in Qinghe City before, many parents of children died.

There were too many people and things were too chaotic at that time, and she didn't empathize with them.

Today.....

She looked at these two middle-aged people with vicissitudes of life, and some sullen emotions arose in her heart for no reason.

It turns out that the loss of a child can be so sad?

She.....

Wen Sheng's thoughts were chaotic, but his hands were held behind his back.

Pei Yan looked at her, and in those dark eyes, there was concern.

Wen Sheng blinked and smiled.

That melancholy dissipated.

"Dare to ask... How he... Deceased? Wen Sheng pondered his wording.

The woman cried out with a "wow".

"It's all to blame on that evil one!"

"How could my son, such a happy and intelligent person, not think of committing suicide?"

"It can't be..... I don't believe in ....."

Before the man could speak, Wen Sheng had already gotten an answer from his grief.

Suicide?

Wen Sheng lowered his eyes.

It's not like a demon.

Whether it is a demon or a demon, or even a monk, killing people should leave traces.

"We... Can you take a look at the corpse? Wen Sheng finally asked this presumptuous question.

The woman who was crying was stunned, and the man's face was also condensed.

Pei Yan pulled out the scimitar at his waist and inadvertently thrust it into the ground.

Suddenly, the ground cracked into countless cracks, and the surface shook.

"We investigated the case, and there was no malice." Pei Yan didn't look at his scimitar, and his voice was cold.

Wen Sheng's jaw was about to drop.

It's called... No malice?

Wen Sheng: .....

Very good, the little junior brother knows how to have no malice.

Wen Sheng watched as the expressions on the couple's faces changed from shock to fear, and finally to respect.

"Come with me, sir." The man sighed, and finally led the way for Pei Yan and the others.

Wen Sheng: ???

[Cub, this is called proving strength]

...

A very ordinary boy.

It's square, it's not good-looking, but it's not ugly.

It belongs to the kind that is annihilated in the vast sea of people, and at a glance, you can't think of it.

Poisoned.

It was a peaceful walk.

"It was fine last night.... This morning..... ...... this morning," the woman was halfway through her words, and could not speak any more.

He turned around and ran into the yard and cried.

Wen Sheng looked at the corpse, and the overflowing aura walked among the corpses.

Sure enough, I encountered a toxin.

The most common pesticides.

Other... There is no more suspicion.

It's just that......

The corpse's hands were folded in his lower abdomen, but he was clutching a hairpin in his hands.

The hairpin is held tightly, revealing only a delicately carved begonia flower.

"This is ......" Wen Sheng raised his eyes and asked the man.

"This is Yuan Niang's hairpin, after Yuan Niang died the year before last, my son took it with me every day."

"Yuan Niang... It's my son's fiancée. ”

"Our two families have ordered a baby kiss since childhood."

The man answered Wen Sheng's question, and by the way, he also added Yuan Niang's identity.

The feast of the total horn is like yesterday.

Nowadays, things are not people, and only white-haired people are called to send black-haired people.

"Yuan Niang..."Wen Sheng muttered in a low voice.

Is it even dead?

"Can we take it?" Wen Sheng asked.

When the man heard this, his face turned sad.

Wen Sheng immediately added: "We are willing to pay for it." ”

Man: "You don't have to buy it, it's not a valuable thing......

"It's just... I can't take it down. ”

"Wu'er hold on tightly... My mother and I tried it this morning. ”

Pei Yan half-squatted in front of the corpse and waved his hand.

The dead boy calmly put his hands at his sides.

The hairpin "ding" and fell to the ground.

The man was terrified, and the eyes that looked at Pei Yan were even more frightened.

Pei Yan picked up the hairpin, handed it to Wen Sheng, and then asked.

"Before Ling Lang died, did he have any strange behaviors?"

Wen Sheng took the hairpin, looked up and down countless times, and let the system detect it many times.

It's really just an ordinary hairpin.

However, Wen Sheng only felt strange.

The moment she touched it, it made her... There is an indescribable feeling.

The memories of the man on the other side also ended, and he spoke with some difficulty: "A few days ago, he suddenly told us...... Yuan Niang is not dead yet. ”

"He said he was going to find Yuan Niang."

"Until this morning, he kept saying that Yuan Niang was not dead."

“...... When Yuan Niang just died, he was sometimes so delirious......"

"We didn't take it to heart."

"Who would have thought ......"

Speaking of this, the five big and three thick men turned around and shed tears.

Without finding any clues here, Wen Sheng and Pei Yan prepared to leave.

Before leaving, the woman grabbed Wen Sheng's hand: "Evil... Can the evil be caught!? ”

"My son... You can't just die like that......"

Wen Sheng couldn't answer this sentence, but before leaving, he quietly put a gold ingot on the table.

It's a thank you.

Out of the door, the sound of dragon and lion dances on the street was faintly heard.

Close the door, and these are two very different worlds.