The fire burned down the house and burned away the traces of the battle in the house, leaving only the corpses that were left behind to silently tell the horror of last night.

Although the fire in the house did not affect the courtyard, the falling fly ash still made this originally exquisite small courtyard extremely messy.

The corpses on the ground were also covered with a layer of black ash, and a puppet was carefully cleaning up.

Soon the surface of the corpse was cleaned up, and Su Tao personally came to a corpse to examine it.

The placket of the corpse's clothes was lifted, revealing a clear palm print.

Su Tao pressed lightly, and dense blood spots appeared around the palm print.

It's an iron sand palm!

The heart has been broken, and it is a slap to death.

Su Tao quietly looked at the Qingcheng faction who were standing silently, and went to check the next corpse.

It's still an iron sand palm, and it's still a one-palm kill......

Su Tao checked it around, and every corpse died under the iron sand palm, and most of them were killed with a palm in the heart.

Standing up, Su Tao looked at the Qingcheng faction and was about to say something, when a sound of footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see Wu Yugong walking in with a few Qingcheng disciples, his face was a little red, his hair was covered with fine sweat, and his eyes were full of anxiety.

"Several elders, they have checked all around, and they have not found the mark of the Qingcheng faction, Senior Brother Du is afraid that it is dangerous!" At this moment, he didn't care about the etiquette, and said eagerly as soon as he came in.

"Was it taken captive by the murderer?"

Lu Yi was a little anxious and a little self-blaming, Du Wenxing was brought out by him, and now that something has happened, he has to take responsibility.

"It's also possible that he is the murderer. Su Tao looked at the people in Qingcheng and said lightly.

Lu Yi and Wu Yugong shook their heads at the same time.

Yu Honghai looked at Su Tao and said, "It won't be Master Du's nephew who did it, it's obviously a frame-up." ”

He pointed to the corpse on the ground, and said, "If Master Du's nephew did it, why didn't he see the corpse thrown into the fire and destroy the corpse, but deliberately left so much evidence?"

Su Tao shook his head and muttered for a while, and then said, "Maybe it's too late, maybe it's deliberate, just to make us feel that someone is framing him?"

"This ......"

Yu Honghai was silent, and the situation that Su Tao said was also very likely.

Chen Yi, who had been silent, was carefully looking at the courtyard, when suddenly his eyes froze, stopped at the base of a wall, and he pointed there and said, "There are words there." ”

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, only to see some blurry blood-colored strokes faintly under the black gray cover.

"Whose corpse was lying there?" asked Su Tao to the few catchers who were cleaning up the corpses.

"It's this person. A catcher pointed at Qiao Shan's body.

Yu Honghai walked to Qiao Shan's corpse with an arrow step, only to see dried blood at the corner of his mouth, and a touch of brown (the color of blood after the blood has dried) on the tip of his left index finger.

And Chen Yi had already come to the corner of the wall, and with a slight wave of his sleeve, he swept away the black ash, revealing a blood-colored "Du" character.

"It's Xiao Du's surname. Chen Yi finally couldn't help but exclaim.

Su Tao squatted next to Qiao Shan's corpse on the ground, rubbed his chest carefully, and said with a wry smile after a while: "I was negligent just now, this person's heart is an inch more than a normal person, and he should not have died after being hit by the palm, and he dipped his own blood and wrote the name of the murderer." ”

Then his face turned cold, "Eighty percent of the murderer is Du Wenxing." ”

"Not necessarily, it may also be that the murderer wrote it in Qiao Shan's hand after killing someone. Yu Honghai still didn't believe it.

At this moment, Lu Yi also showed a suspicious look, and he couldn't tell whether it was Du Wenxing who killed him or someone else was framing him.

No, no, no, it's not Wen Xing's nephew, Wen Xing's nephew has no motive to kill!?

So what is this person who framed him for?

The doubts in Lu Yi's heart became deeper and deeper.

......

Du Wenxing snorted and sat up.

Where is this?

What's wrong with me?

By the way, I was knocked unconscious by a masked man in black...... He stood up and looked at the scene in front of him.

It's a dusty cave, no, it's a bit of a cave that's not right, it's a stone house.

In the cave, there are stone beds, stone benches, stone tables, and tea sets on the table.

Just now he was lying on a stone bed, which was fully furnished.

He touched his body, and everything on his body was there, and no one took it away.

Odd?

I got up and walked to the stone table, reached out and touched the teapot, and found that the tea inside was still hot.

Du Wenxing's heart moved, and he walked towards the door of the stone house.

Pushing open the wooden door, there was no one guarding the door, which made Du Wenxing feel a little incredible.

Is the person who captured me too relieved of me, or does he think that I can't escape at all?

Outside the stone house is a long corridor, on both sides are stone houses, and above the long corridor is a rock dome, which is very high.

He looked closely, and it was clear that the entire complex was in the heart of a mountain.

What a big deal, what is the identity of these people?

I chose one side at random and walked down the promenade, where the stone houses along the way were all open doors, empty and dusty, apparently uninhabited for a long time.

After walking about 20 meters, I turned a corner, and a huge square appeared in front of me.

In the center of the square stood a huge palace, and a series of figures were walking towards the main hall, all dressed in black robes and sleek masks on their faces, and there was nothing but two eye holes.

Du Wenxing hesitated, but still walked over, and walked towards the main hall with these mysterious people.

The mysterious people around him paid no attention to him.

He wondered who had taken him captive, and why he had framed him.

The hall was brightly lit, and the huge candles were flickering, and he remembered that there were no candles outside the hall, but the lighting was not bad, and he didn't know how, he didn't see cracks or anything like that.

The mysterious people quietly entered the main hall, and quietly lined up on both sides, Du Wenxing stood beside the outermost mysterious person, the man turned his head to look at him, the mask eyes flashed, but he didn't say anything.

Du Wenxing looked at the main hall, there was nothing unusual except that it was large, there was a three-meter-high platform in front of the main hall, and a huge metal seat was placed on the high platform, reflecting the golden light under the candlelight on both sides.

It can't be made of gold, right?

When ——!

A melodious bell rang, and a figure fell from above the huge metal seat in front of the main hall, fluttering on the chair.

"Welcome to the Holy Lord!"

The mysterious people who had been quiet before suddenly shouted in unison, which startled Du Wenxing.

Holy Lord?

What sect has such a strange name?

"Something to do, nothing to retreat to-" A shrill voice sounded behind the metal seat, and Du Wenxing realized that there was still a person standing there.

The man stood in the shadows, and though he was not wearing a robe or a mask, it was still difficult to see.

However, what this person said made Du Wenxing frightened, did this "Holy Lord" regard himself as an emperor?