"Old Ji Dart, don't worry, I will find out the real culprit for you in this matter, and give Brother Liu Ji justice. Lu Qian came to the old dart master, and seeing that he was suffering such mental torture, he couldn't bear it, and hurriedly said words of relief.

Holding his arm, the old dart master trembled and barely stood up, this look of lost soul was even more miserable than when he first met, without the slightest majesty of the head of the Ruiyi Dart Bureau.

Seeing Lu Qian, the old dart master seemed to have seen a savior, and was enchanted, and confided in him the bitterness of his stomach:

"Lu Shaoxia, you must be the master for my Liu Ji child! Poor this child was abandoned by his parents since he was a child, and then I kindly took him in the dart game, and he has been literate and martial arts for decades. As an adult, I took him with me every time I went out to practice, who would have thought, but in the end it was I who hurt him......"

The old dart master burst into tears, and Lu Qian's heart was also touched. It was an innocent life, a good year, and the future can be expected, but he was tragically poisoned by this unwarranted "ghost", and he immediately made up his mind that he must find out about this strange matter.

He entrusted the old dart master to the care of the dart bureau around him, and he went into the room where Liu Ji was killed to look for clues.

As soon as he entered the door, a heavy bloody breath came to his face, and Chong's mind was a little trance. Lu Qian hurriedly gathered his spirit and carefully observed the surrounding situation.

The whole house is neatly furnished, and there are no signs of fighting. Judging from his own experience, this situation is either caused by an acquaintance committing a crime, or it is caused by a high-ranking person with a large difference in strength.

Looking at the bed again, Liu Ji's body was lying flat, his arms naturally hanging down on his sides, and a person who practiced martial arts was at the moment of life and death, and there was no sign of struggle, which was really suspicious.

Combined with the animal-like wound on the corpse's neck, the weapon used by the assailant was anything more than an ordinary sword.

In the face of such great pain, the perpetrator should have used some kind of means before killing him, so that Liu Ji temporarily lost consciousness and then took off his head.

The candle on the table is more than half burned. It stands to reason that after receiving the notice, the guests in the inn all went to bed early for fear of "fifteen and a half nights, and the ghost will ask for their lives", but Liu Ji is still using candles in this room, maybe he caused the death because of this.

On the other hand, the blood splattered on the wall, shaped like an umbrella, with a small area, seems to have received a fatal blow from the outside, and has a certain internal force penetration damage, and the direction of the blood jet in the cavity has been finely adjusted, obviously this person is quite proficient in the way of assassination.

The windows are open, and there is no obvious damage to the lattice paper, which can rule out the use of drugs and incense. If you look closely at the wooden window, you can still see a little mud powder left, which is why the assailant must have entered.

Except for here, there is no trace of trampling in the house, and this person is not an ordinary person. But why did a person with such kung fu pretend to be a ghost and repeatedly kill people to take his head? This strange behavior made Lu Qian unable to think of a reason no matter what.

Just as he was thinking hard, there was another noisy fighting sound outside the door, and Lu Qian had to hurriedly put down his thoughts and walk out of the house.

"Shi Yuan, what are you doing here?"

For Lu Qian's shout, Cui Shiyuan, who was dancing a playful sword in his hand, turned a deaf ear and still fought with all the dart masters. Judging from the tricks and styles he performed, he was full of killing intent, and it was a deadly means.

Seeing that the mediocre dart masters were gradually unable to parry, Lu Qian raised his breath and jumped in front of everyone.

"Shi Yuan, you stop first! What happened?"

Cui Shiyuan's face was pale, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he didn't speak, he picked up the playful sword in his hand and slashed at the left arm of the landing, and the strength and speed were much faster than when he was at the peak of his martial arts.

"Lu Shaoxia be careful! Cui Shaoxia is possessed by some 'evil', and this situation has also been heard in our hometown. The possessed person is blinded, and the six relatives do not recognize it, and they cut it when they see someone. If it weren't for my sharp eyes, I'm afraid I would have hurt a few people at this time. ”

A dart master shouted by the neck from behind Lu Qian, lest Lu Qian suffer a big loss without knowing the inside story.

Lu Qian naturally didn't believe in the theory of "evil possession", he followed his master to practice in the "Qimen Dumping Valley Sect" since he was a child, and he had heard of strange things in the rivers and lakes, and this "evil possession" was pure nonsense, how could he believe it.

Facing the rapid offensive Cui Shiyuan, Lu Qian was afraid of hurting him, so he had to dodge left and right to avoid the edge of his sword. Although Lu Qian's method was very fast, the crazy Cui Shiyuan was not inferior to him in the slightest. This made Lu Qian difficult, and he unconsciously pushed himself to a corner.

Cui Shiyuan's sword is like a dragon, the cold light pierces the eyes, and there is no hesitation between the moves. His eyes were wide open, his teeth were clenched, his pupils had become one with the whites of his eyes, and a chill ran down his spine when he looked at a cloud of dark eyes. A style of "autumn wind and falling leaves swinging in Kyushu" was displayed, as if dozens of "sword blades" were killed.

When he was dying, Lu Qian could only pull out the dragon pattern rolling stick from the dark blue and white plum flower set on his waist, and perform the Yongshou style in the superior exercise "Qimen Tianyan".

Holding the stick in both hands across his chest, turning his palm into a fist, using pure internal power to hover it on his chest out of thin air, with the endless guidance and blessing of internal force, the speed of the dragon pattern rolling rod hovering faster and faster, until an invisible air wave shield was generated in front of him.

When those blade phantoms met this shield, they burst out with a roar, and a majestic force generated by the clash between the two powers shook all the surrounding spectators.

Lu Qian leaned against the wall, due to the excessive consumption of internal force, and the momentum affecting the internal organs, a trace of blood had overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Cui Shi Yuanzhen's playful sword came out of his hand and was nailed to the door panel of a room in the west, and the residual strength on the sword had not yet been dissipated, making the entire sword body still tremble up and down.

Lu Qian saw this opportunity, but he didn't have time to care about his internal injuries, so he hurriedly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, came to Cui Shiyuan's back, and struck him with a palm blow on the jade pillow on the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious.

Seeing that the situation was under control, all the dart masters came to Lu Qian's side to help him and ask how his injuries were.

"Lu Shaoxia, I have an elixir for internal injuries here, you take it quickly, so as not to aggravate the injury. A dart master took out a small blue and white porcelain vase from his arms, took out a few jet-black pills and handed them to Lu Qian.

Lu Qian thanked him for his kindness, took the pill in his hand and quickly took it, and picked up Cui Shiyuan, who had fainted on the ground, and put him back in the room of the two to rest.

Recalling what Cui Shiyuan had said, it seemed to mention that he fought with the person who pretended to be a ghost, and was hit by a puff of white smoke, perhaps there was some kind of toxin that could make people delirious.

Thinking of this, Lu Qian put the three fingers of his right hand on Cui Shiyuan's wrist, and examined them in turn according to the three parts of inch, guan, and ruler. I found that the qi and blood in his body were surging, his internal breath was disordered and impetuous, and he faintly had a tendency to break through, and he immediately knew that something was wrong.

But if you know what the problem is, how can you find the antidote? This can make Lu Qian difficult to move like ants on a hot pot, pacing back and forth in the house.