In the small room, the dim light illuminates the three faces.

"Master's former enemies?" Uncle Xu shook his head, "There are many enemies of the master, but I can't think of anyone who would do such a thing." And the old man has already... What are they still kidnapping Miss for?"

Jiang Yuhuo's face was cold, and he clutched the paper tightly in his hand.

Yu Xiaoyao said: "The meaning of these eight words is obviously to ask us to meet at the Black Tiger Spring tomorrow evening, why did he ask us to meet? ”

He said a lot, but Jiang Yuhuo didn't hear it and never said a word.

"Brother Jiang, do you have anything to say?" asked Yu Xiaoyao.

Jiang Yuhuo suddenly stood up and was about to go out.

Yu Xiaoyao got up and stopped him, "What are you going to do?"

"Save people!" Jiang Yuhuo said through gritted teeth.

"Save people?" Yu said freely, "You don't even know where people are, how can you save them?"

Jiang Yuhuo said coldly: "I'll go back to the six doors to gather people, even if I turn over the entire Jinan Mansion, I will save Yanyan back!"

Yu Xiaoyao let go of his hand.

It was his fiancée, and he had the right to decide what he was going to do.

Chong Guan is angry and blushing, isn't it the love that many young boys and girls yearn for in their hearts?

"Young Master Yu," Uncle Xu walked over, "what do you have in mind?"

Yu Xiaoyao looked at Jiang Yuhuo's distant back, was stunned for a long time, and said lightly: "My attention is to go to bed." ”

Sleeping is a simple and difficult task, some people can fall asleep with their heads on pillows, while others toss and turn all night and have difficulty sleeping.

Yu Xiaoyao's ability is that as long as he wants to sleep, he can fall asleep at any time.

Some people may be very disdainful of this, what kind of skill can sleep count?

But I don't know that only when I get enough sleep can I have the energy, think better, and do things better.

So it's a great skill.

Yu Xiaoyao woke up and had figured out two things.

First, it is very likely that the murderer was striking at yesterday's fire, attracting their attention to rob Xu Yanyan.

Second, since the murderer asked them to meet, indicating that the murderer must have a plan, he refused to say that there were two possibilities, the first was that he would wait until the meeting to make the request, and the second was that he was sure that the person who saw the note knew what he wanted.

So, is Jiang Yuhuo the one who knows? What does he know? What does this have to do with Xu Sanying's death? What does that blood jade lion mean?

He lay on the bed thinking of having a headache, but he didn't come up with the mystery of it, so he jumped out of bed, got dressed, pushed open the door and walked out.

If you do not think, you will be reckless, and if you do not think, you will die.

Since I can't think of anything if I think about it, I might as well go and take a look again.

He strolled out of Xu's mansion, and after walking a short distance, there was a street market, where the butcher who sold meat guarded his stall with a majestic face; there were also the peasants who picked vegetables in the middle of the night and rushed into the city early, and quarreled with people for half a copper; the aunt who bought vegetables picked up cheap and bought good vegetables, and her face was overjoyed; and the little girls who picked up rouge and gouache gathered together and chattered, and suddenly smiled and blushed.

The funeral of the Xu Mansion spread all over the small city, but only Xu Sanying's family would be sad and sad, and there would be no more people.

Yu Xiaoyao suddenly remembered Tao Qian's poem, "Relatives or residual sorrow, others have also sang." What is the way to die, and the body is the same as the mountain. ”

But Xu Sanying still has no body to support the same mountain, and his death has too much to say.

Walking through the downtown area, turning around, Yu Xiaoyao followed the route in his memory and came to the door of a private school.

Today's private school was deserted, there was no sound of children reading, Yu Xiaoyao knocked on the door, and without waiting for the master to answer the door, he raised his feet and walked in.

Mr. Qi raised his head from the pile of books, glanced at Yu Xiaoyao, and lowered his head again.

"Old friends are here, and you don't say hello?" Yu Xiaoyao quipped.

Mr. Qi said without raising his head: "I'm afraid that after saying hello, those jars of wine will fly again." ”

Yu Xiaoyao smiled: "Today is a visiting friend, not a drink." You can rest assured. ”

Mr. Qi said: "Your visit to friends is my wine, don't think I don't know." ”

Yu Xiaoyao rubbed his nose, looked around, and said with a smile: "So your private school is still closed after all?"

Mr. Qi said coldly: "Do you think that everyone in the world is like you and will not be taught? Today is the third day of March, and there is a temple fair in Thousand Buddha Mountain, so I let the students go to the temple fair." ”

"The students went to the temple fair, but the gentleman is here to read the book of death?" Yu Xiaoyao shook his head and said: "Lu Sue talks about the Five Classics, and the white-haired dead chapters and sentences are probably you." ”

"You know what a fart!" Mr. Qi jumped up from the pile of books and couldn't help but say a dirty word, "I call it Zhixue, you don't understand it, let's say, what's the matter with you coming to me?"

Yu Xiaoyao sat down, took out the small porcelain vase from his arms, and said, "At most, your treatment is miscellaneous science, but it can also be called learning?"

Mr. Qi snatched the porcelain vase from his hand, "Knowledge is learning, farming is a science, and rivers and lakes are naturally also a science." He twisted the red hair out of his hand, "What is this?"

Yu Xiaoyao smiled bitterly: "If I knew, I wouldn't have asked you." ”

Mr. Qi rubbed the hair with his fingers, sniffed it before bringing it to his nose, and finally put it in his mouth and sucked it.

"I'm not surprised if you're poisoned one day. Yu Xiaoyao said, "Do you see what this Mao is?"

"I don't see it. Mr. Qi rolled his eyes and said, "But I tasted it." ”

Yu Xiaoyao gave a thumbs up and said, "I knew it was right to look for you, what kind of hair is this?"

Mr. Qi spat on the ground and said, "This is cow hair." ”

"Niu Mao?" Yu Xiaoyao was stunned.

Mr. Qi nodded and said, "I still know where this hair came from." ”

Yu Xiaoyao's eyes lit up, "Where?"

Mr. Qi stretched out his hand and stretched out his hand in front of Yu Xiaoyao.

Yu Xiaoyao took out a silver ticket from his arms, put it in his hand, and couldn't help but say, "Are you a scholar or a businessman?"

Mr. Qi happily took the money and said, "My interest is to do learning, my job is to teach, and my side job is to solve problems for you people, so I am all of them." ”

He handed the porcelain vase back to Yu Xiaoyao and said, "From here to the west, three streets away, there is a Hall of Ten Thousand Lions, where you can find what you are looking for." ”

Yu Xiaoyao nodded, stood up, suddenly jumped up, touched a pot of wine from the beam of the room, and before Mr. Qi could react, he ran out with the wine jug.

Mr. Qi chased out the door, but only saw a shadow in the distance, he stood at the door, and couldn't help but scold: "Yu Xiaoyao, you bastard! steal my wine! Don't come to me next time you have the ability!"

In the distance, there was a happy laughter from Yu Xiaoyao, so Mr. Qi became even more angry.

After three streets, a pot of wine had been drunk, and thinking of Mr. Qi's angry face, Yu Xiaoyao was even happier.

He casually put the flask into his arms, and it didn't take much effort to find the signboard of Wanshitang.

When he walked into the house, a little old man immediately came up and said, "Uncle, it's unfortunate that you're here." ”

Yu Xiaoyao wondered in his heart, how could this Ten Thousand Lion Hall look like a shop. "What's the wrong thing?" he asked.

The little old man smiled and said, "The lions in our hall have all gone out, isn't it a temple fair today." Now there is not a lion in the store. ”

"Lion?" Yu Xiaoyao exclaimed, "What kind of place are you?"

The little old man smiled and said, "Uncle, what you are asking, our Wanshi Hall is the largest juggling team in our entire Jinan!"

"Juggling team?" Yu Xiaoyao couldn't help but be stunned, what did Mr. Qi ask him to do in the juggling team?

Could it be that there is no connection between this Ten Thousand Lion Hall and the Blood Jade Lion?

Thinking like this, he escaped from his arms the small porcelain bottle, twisted out the red hair, handed it to the little old man, and asked, "Lao Jia, take a look, is this something in your store?"

The little old man took the red hair for some reason, looked at it carefully, and said with a smile: "This is the hair on the head of our lion dance, it can't be wrong." ”

Yu Xiaoyao's eyes lit up, and it seemed that he had indeed come to the right place, "Then has anyone ordered a lion dance head in your store recently?"

"This..." The little old man scratched his hair, and seemed to be very embarrassed.

Yu Xiaoyao reached out and took out a silver ingot and handed it to him, "It's troublesome." ”

The little old man quietly put away the silver and said with a smile: "Uncle, you are too polite, Lion Liu knows the most about ordering a lion's head." ”

"Lion Liu?" asked Yu Xiaoyao.

The little old man smiled: "Exactly, uncle, you should be able to find him in the back room." ”

Yu Xiaoyao thanked him, opened the curtain, and walked into the back room.

This room is full of shelves, on which are hung pieces of finished or unfinished lion dance skins, and some of the shelves also have several vivid lion dance heads, all of which are thought to be made by Lion Liu.

"Lion Liu?" Yu Xiaoyao called tentatively twice.

He walked around the shelves, and suddenly found a pile of unfinished lion dance skins in the corner, but the shelves near the pile of lion dance skins were empty.

Yu Xiaoyao's heart moved, and he reached out and lifted the pile of lion dance skins.

Hidden under the lion's skin was an old man, with a frightened face, his mouth wide and wide, and his placket soaked with blood.

Yu Xiaoyao reached out and lifted his chin, and sure enough, a sword wound was found on his neck.

The sword wound was exactly the same as Xu Sanying's corpse.

Lion Liu was killed here, so who was that old man just now?

The cold hairs on his body suddenly stood up, almost subconsciously, and he flew forward, only to hear a snort, and the clothes behind him had been split into two ends.

Yu Yao screamed secretly, rolled on the spot, and turned around and stood up.

I saw a blood-red shadow flash, and a blood-red "lion cub" stood up from the shelf and pounced on him with teeth and claws.