No wonder the momentum of this cloth-clothed young man is so domineering, it turns out that he is Ye Ling!

Obediently, his status is much worse than that of Patrol Qin......

Feng Ping fell to the ground at this time, his eyes were dark, but his consciousness was very clear.

This is a sign of being frightened, detached from body and consciousness, and for a short time, it is as if a ghost is pressed into bed.

Thinking of himself lying on the ground, lying with a bloody corpse, Feng Ping not only complained in his heart.

Ye Ling's identity was superficial, and Zhang Yuanwai's face immediately changed.

For him, the people in the Tianyan Sect are all immortals.

This great sect master, Ye Ling, is even more of an immortal among immortals.

"Please, Sect Master Ye, you must find out the murderer who killed my wife, I, Zhang Shubo, am willing to donate my entire net worth to Tianyan Sect!"

"No need, you go out for a while, people can't be resurrected after death, and please pay tribute to Zhang Yuanwai. ”

Ye Ling beckoned two servants and asked them to carry their master out of the door.

"And the city lord, you boys work hard, send him out too. ”

"It's-"

The city lord's noble status and obesity made the servants hesitate and did not dare to start.

Ye Lingyi frowned, "What are you afraid of?"

In a word, these servants hurried up, some supported Feng Ping's shoulders, and some dragged his feet and necks, just like catching a dead pig.

At this moment, Ye Ling suddenly ordered, "Don't move!"

The servants were startled again, pounced, let go of their hands, and threw Feng Ping to the ground.

"Oops!" Feng Ping complained bitterly in his heart, but on the outside, there was no reaction.

He only felt that his posterior coccyx seemed to have smashed against some kind of hard object, and the pain spread to all his limbs.

Ye Ling personally walked over, opened Feng Ping's body, and picked up a small red wooden box from under his body.

This is a delicate rouge box, the exterior is made of wood, and the inside, in fact, is made of metal, which is very beautiful.

Originally, such a delicate thing appeared on the ground, which was very eye-catching.

But this small building, the name is called "Rouge Pavilion", which is a small building specially built for his wife by Zhang Yuanwai to dress up.

This Mrs. Zhang, ten years younger than Zhang Shubo, is a hobby of collecting all kinds of rouge gouache and dressing up.

After dressing up, Mrs. Zhang did not go out to show off, but brought pen and ink to write the experience of using each rouge.

In this way, although Mrs. Zhang rarely goes out, she is well-known in Hong Yuan's circle of noblewomen.

Many people went to buy Mrs. Zhang's manuscripts without falling out of the issue, and it became a fashion for a while.

As a result, many businesses dealing in rouge gouache also came to the door to discuss business and cooperation with Mrs. Zhang.

Zhang Shubo made a fortune in business in his early years, and he was not pedantic, not only did not stop his wife's career, but supported it vigorously.

For example, there are many workplaces built specifically for his wife such as the "Rouge Pavilion", and there are many in the Yuanwai Mansion.

Perfume Pavilion, Lan Zhi Pavilion...... Each has a different use.

In this rouge pavilion, there are thousands of different rouge gouaches, and the packaging is exquisite.

After the incident, the rouge box in this house was messed up a lot, and the red and pink were sprinkled on the ground, and it was only ten miles of fragrance.

The reason why Ye Ling suddenly noticed the mahogany rouge box in his hand was because this rouge box was stained with some strange bloodstains.

The other rouge boxes scattered on the ground, stained with blood, are dark red, indicating viscosity, which is what normal human blood looks like after it has dried up.

And the blood stains on this box are black and black.

Ye Ling leaned his nose over and sniffed.

There is still an inexplicable rancid smell.

Ye Ling used his fingernails to pick out some pieces of rouge scattered in the box.

A strange smell permeated the nostrils, but soon, with it, a rancid stench that was difficult to hide.

Sprinkle the rouge powder from your nails into the blood on the ground.

The powder swelled, and a puff of green smoke rose.

Hiss –

The plain white blood water actually made a boiling sound.

"Something is wrong. ”

Ye Ling pursed his lips and held a mahogany rouge box in his hand.

"Those two boys, you call Mrs. Zhang's maid. He said to the young servant at the door.

The two servants, one fat and one thin, glanced at each other.

"What's wrong?is there any problem?" Ye Ling saw that something was not quite right between them.

"Back to ...... Back to the great immortal, Mrs. Zhang's personal maid was the first to find out that Mrs. was killed, and now she has gone crazy, we can't control her, so we can only lock her up first......"

"Nonsense!" Ye Ling was greatly displeased, "Take me to see her!"

The servant didn't dare to disobey, so he took Ye Ling straight to the firewood room in the backyard.

At the door of the firewood room, Ye Ling heard a tooth-souring sound.

I only heard that in the cold and cramped hut, one moment crying, the other laughing......

One moment shouting for help, the next shrew scolding.

Typical hyperstart, confusion.

"Okay, I'll go in and have a look, and you don't want to come along. ”

With that, Ye Ling walked towards the locked wooden door.

A large new bronze lock was attached to the wooden door, which was extremely solid and not afraid of slashing with knives and axes.

Ye Ling didn't ask them for the key, just used his thumb to pinch the copper lock, and then turned his wrist.

Click——!

The pin of the copper lock was brittle and broken, and the servants watched with a look of astonishment.

They didn't know what immortal means Ye Ling used, but they felt that the moment Ye Ling entered the firewood room, Mrs. Zhang's personal maid was completely quiet.

After a cup of tea at most, Ye Ling walked out of the firewood room.

He hugged the little maid horizontally with his arms.

At this time, the little maid's expression was calm, and there was a slight snoring sound between her snorts.

"Take her to the bedroom, and don't wake her up within twelve hours, even if the sky falls. ”

After speaking, Ye Ling took out a small vermilion pill from his sleeve, "When she wakes up, take this pill, and all symptoms can be cured." ”

The servants saw Ye Ling's methods with their own eyes, and they were not only amazed.

Before the little maid fell asleep, Ye Ling had already asked the clues he wanted to know.

The last time Madame entered the Rouge Pavilion was to discuss business cooperation with the owner of a business called "Ichio Xiang".

On the occasion of discussing business, Mrs. Zhang never let the servants stay by her side, even if she was a personal maid, at most, when the guests arrived, she would make a pot of tea and leave.

In Hongyuan, eighty percent of those who do rouge business are women, and two percent are men.

If he meets a male boss and Zhang Yuanwai happens to be idle in the house, then he will help his wife and discuss together.

If the other party is a woman, Zhang Yuanwai usually doesn't care, and only the lady socializes alone.

Generally speaking, when Mrs. talks about business, she is very quick and resolute, never dragging mud and water, and one hour is enough.

But this time, this time, the boss of Yiwei Xiang came to the mansion in the morning, entered the Rouge Pavilion, and did not come out for two hours.

The little maid felt that something was wrong, so she came to the door by herself.

Secretly attached to the ear, found that the house, silent, I don't want to talk about business.

At that time, she felt tightness in her chest and felt that something bad was happening.

Needless to say, Ye Ling also knew about what happened later.