"Now that you've got it, let's go check out."

Hong Fan was too lazy to speak, and only spoke to Eming.

This kind of posture immediately made Fang Zhiwu furious.

"Your Excellency, do you take me seriously?"

He asked.

You guessed it. 】

Hong Fan felt in his heart.

From the observation of the other party's physical movements, he could see that it was probably the superficial cultivation of the inner vision.

Whether to say it or not, there really is nothing to look at.

Seeing that the two big customers were about to quarrel, the two waitresses were obviously nervous.

"The two sons don't want to hurt the harmony, our traffic hall doesn't only have a high-quality living Qi Dan, why don't we go to the back hall and discuss it slowly?"

The beautiful woman spoke and persuaded.

"I'm going to have someone prepare the best refreshments in the hall!"

E Ming immediately chimed in.

"That's fine."

Fang Zhiwu listened to the maid's soft words, remembered the surname of this handsome young man, and slightly suppressed his anger.

Then he walked to the back hall on his own.

Hong Fan, who was in front, received an apology from the two waitresses, thinking that more is better than less, and the "more than one kind of quality" that the beauty just mentioned, and finally complied with their request.

In the back hall, through the elegant carved beam corridor, Hong Fan walked to the elegant room at the end.

Generally speaking, only distinguished guests are allowed to enter here, so the decoration is more luxurious and elaborate than the front.

But for some reason, Hong Fan always had something wrong.

As he walked, his mind quickly flashed over what had happened after entering the traffic hall, and he quickly realized what the problem was.

[When I entered the door, I was asked by E Ming and the beautiful woman to untie the horizontal sword, but why can Fang Zhiwu still wear the sword? ] 】

Thinking of this, Hong Fan, who had just reached out to lift the bead curtain, immediately stopped.

At the same time, the Dragon Soul Tree suddenly reacted.

The branches beckoned and the golden light flowed, pointing in the direction of the elegant room.

This was the feeling he had encountered when he returned to Gimhae City a month ago.

[Someone in the room sneaked in, most likely one of the two people inside the city gate!] 】

Hong Fan was touched, and immediately suppressed his curiosity and wanted to turn around and exit the elegant room.

But it's too late.

"What are you doing?!"

Behind the entrance screen, Fang Zhiwu's exclamation sounded, and then was suppressed by the sound of a sharp weapon breaking his body.

The voices stopped abruptly.

The back of the screen was splashed with scattered blood spots, and slowly faded away.

The beads are swaying, and the smell is fishy.

Hong Fan's cold hairs stood on end.

Behind him, the sound of Eming and the beautiful woman screaming in the corner was heard.

Tea trays fall, like whiplashes.

The Dragon Soul Tree's induction quickly vanished.

[You're coming for me?! 】

Hong Fan took a step back and was ready to breathe, and the dust coiled between his five fingers.

In just a few breaths, nearly ten warrior guards with swords in hand had arrived from the front of the hall, and their shocked eyes fell on the three people in the corridor.

"Someone in the private room just made a move, and it is likely that someone died!"

Hong Fan dispersed the wind and sand around his legs, pointed to the end of the corridor, and said in a deep voice.

The leading guard nodded, drew his sword from its sheath, and forced it past the three of them.

Not surprisingly, there was only the corpse of Fang Zhiwu lying on his back on a chair and blood all over the ground, and there was no one else in the room.

[Fang Zhiwu's enemies seeking revenge? 】

Hong Fan silently guessed until he half-bypassed the screen and saw the high-temperature horizontal knife penetrating the deceased's heart, as well as the blackened fabric at the wound.

It is his own "king does not stay".

The murderous aura suddenly frightened.

"After I get started, I will untie the knife according to your request."

Hong Fan twisted his head and face violently, and stepped to the door, his gaze piercing E Ming's pale face like a sword.

All the guards looked over.

"Hong Gongzi, don't laugh, the traffic hall is full of martial artists, where has there been a rule for untying the sword?"

The waitress's answer was light and empty, but it echoed in Hong Fan's ears like thunder.

"And before we came over, it was obvious that there were only you and Fang Shaodong here......"

In an instant, the vigilance of the guards rose to the highest, and the tip of the blade faintly pointed at Hong Fan.

When the atmosphere was extremely stiff, the latter took the initiative to disperse his true qi.

"Someone designed this."

Hong Fan relaxed his posture, suddenly laughed, and looked at the leader of the guards.

"My surname is Hong Mingfan, and Hong Jian, the patriarch of the Hong clan, is my father; The deceased should be Fang Zhiwu, the Shaodong of the Fang family. ”

"If my Hong family wants to move the other family, why do you need to use a knife?"

As soon as these words came out, not only the guards were all awe-inspiring, but the two waitresses were also sweating.

Who doesn't know the name of the number one master in Gimhae?

"I'll stay here and wait for the guards, but you must send three people to report immediately."

He walked into the private room, picked up a clean chair and placed it in the center, and sat next to the corpse's golden knife.

"The first person went to the city guard's mansion and told the city guard, please catch it quickly."

"The second person and the third person went to the Hong family and the Fang family respectively to inform them of everything here."

"Go!"

The saber was stuck in the corpse, and the blood was steaming in the elegant room.

Hong Fan, as the first and only suspect, sat down at this time, but it was like a god fixing the sea, and he calmed the atmosphere for a moment.

Even the guards who were shocked by the sudden incident calmed down.

"Contemptible Wei Ying, Xi is the head of the traffic hall guard."

The leader of the guard put the long knife back into its sheath, bowed his hand to Hong Fan slightly, and then turned his head to look at his subordinates.

"Just as Hong Gongzi said, you and the other three will each go to report the news, and I will take someone to guard here."

Soon, the nearest city keeper arrived.

There were six officials, and the two of them were all through the realm.

After confirming the waist card of the comer, Wei Ying was obviously relieved, while Hong Fan took the initiative to get up to greet him.

He was as calm as if he had been cut down.

"Contemptible Tian Liu, but you are the son of Hong Fan?"

Lined up with the guards, the goatee catcher who was at the front came up and asked.

"It's me."

Hong Fan replied with his head bowed, and then deliberately asked.

"Is my uncle Hongwu here?"

"Lord Hong happens to be not in the yamen, but I have already sent someone to report it."

Tian Liu replied, looked around the scene, and motioned to the guards to go outside and guard, not to crowd here.

Silence once again enveloped the room.

At this time, a young catcher with a wire in his hand glanced at his senior with questioning eyes.

He was asking if he should follow the process to restrain the suspect first, or even fix the acupuncture points.

Tian Liu replied with a reproachful look of "your brain is in the sand".

Catch up and start inspecting the scene.

Hong Fan found an opportunity and walked to Tian Liu's side.

"I didn't kill this person, and I didn't know each other before today, it should have been designed by someone."

He whispered, took out a hundred taels of silver ticket from his bosom, and handed it over.

"It's a matter of human life, but there is a requirement for Hong Fan to fully cooperate, but there is something I want to ask for help!"

Such a windfall made Tian Liu obviously struggle, but he finally refused.

"If it's someone else, the little one is welcome."

He smiled wryly, his words difficult but sincere.

"But Gongzi is the nephew of Hong Chengju, and I rely on the city judge to take care of me on weekdays, so I can't collect this money no matter what!"

After getting his words, Hong Fan let down his vigilance - Tian Liu had this concern, that is, he still wanted to work under Hong Wu, so as not to be an accomplice of the designer.

"In that case, I will leave the matter to your lordship."

Hong Fan Dao.

"I don't dare to be a son."

Tian Liuhui.

"Please go to Hong's house, inform my servant woman Liu, take the article I wrote a few days ago, and submit it to the instrument supervisor immediately."

Hong Fan stated quickly and clearly.

When Tian Liu heard this, he first memorized it, and then repeatedly confirmed several key points such as "Liu's", "the newly written article a few days ago", and "the instrument as a supervisor and craftsman", and then nodded heavily.

"You 'protect' Hong Gongzi, and I will personally go to Hongfu."

"If I haven't returned to this matter, you will take the bodies of Hong Gongzi and Fang Gongzi back to the Ya first."

Tian Liu instructed, arched his hand to Hong Fan, and left quickly.

PS: In the past two days, several readers have posted that they have seen that the abilities mentioned in the introduction have not yet appeared.

That's the case, I'm very afraid of the collapse of combat power when I write books, and I don't like to change the map skin, so in order to avoid the expansion of combat power and the child's play of the worldview, I will control the protagonist's ability more strictly, so as to be gradual and gradual.

Regular readers of the Apostles of the End will know better in this regard—who are the strongest in the early stage, and there will be no hidden masters to surpass them in the later stage.

Please be patient with a little bit, the pace of this book is still relatively tight.