Ni Pengfei's surprise was not trivial, no wonder he made his intention so clear, and the old man still looked indifferent. According to what the shopkeeper Wu said before, it was the man called Fu Bo who told him that Wu Hao did not hang himself in the cell, but was strangled to death after being stunned. Such a warm-hearted man would not turn them away without even listening.

He asked himself if his internal strength was not weak, but he didn't even notice anything unusual on the roof, and the seemingly ordinary Fu Bo could actually perceive it, and it seemed that he was not an ordinary person!

Ni Pengfei grabbed Tang Zixi's hand with his backhand, urged her internally, and took her like a wind to run towards the road she came. The torches in his hands hunted in the air, spilling sparks along the way.

Soon, the big lonely house appeared in front of the two again.

It was still quiet, not like a fight, only the wide open door, showing a different atmosphere.

Ni Pengfei looked at Tang Zixi suspiciously, saw her frightened expression, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you, girl?"

Tang Zixi blinked and came back to his senses, and his first sentence was: "Brother Pengfei, when did your martial arts become so powerful? ”

Ni Pengfei was stunned when he heard this, and secretly screamed badly, forgetting to hide his martial arts skills, but fortunately, he reacted quickly, and said lightly: "I have always been running fast, and with the guidance of Master Hui Ke in the past two years, it is natural that I will be growing rapidly." Do you think I'm you, I'm so lazy to learn martial arts, I've been learning from the abbot master for so many years, or I can only embroider some fists and legs. ”

When it comes to the respected abbot master, Tang Zixi is still a little weak-hearted, and said sneeringly: "The abbot master has been in good health recently?"

Ni Pengfei glanced at her and said, "It's much better than you! I visited his old man's home for you before I came." He asked me to bring you a message. ”

Tang Zixi suddenly became excited, grabbed Ni Pengfei's arm, and asked eagerly, "What did his old man ask you to bring to me?"

Ni Pengfei stared at her eyes and said seriously: "His old man asked me to tell you, 'If you want to let go, let go, and if you want to stay, there is no end to it.'" This body does not live in this life, but in what life'. ”

Tang Zixi was stunned when he heard this, looked at Ni Pengfei with puffed eyes, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Ni Pengfei spread his hands and said innocently: "How do I know? Why don't you go back and ask him about the old man?"

"Now that you're back, why don't you hesitate!"

At this moment, a cold voice came from inside the house, which was the voice of the white-haired old man before.

The two of them glanced at each other, and almost simultaneously rushed towards the gate.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Tang Zixi, who had already rushed into the door with half of his body, was pulled back by Ni Pengfei, and when he looked back, he saw Ni Pengfei shaking his head slightly at her, and then asked loudly: "We came back to ask, does my husband need our help?"

The cold voice actually laughed: "It's quite clever! Don't you want to ask about Wu Hao's case? Why, don't you dare to come in?"

Ni Pengfei is still a hot-blooded teenager after all, and he was stimulated by the words, and suddenly aroused his competitive heart, and said proudly: "Why don't you dare?" After saying that, he really raised his feet and walked in.

The light inside the room was dim, except for a white ash swaying in the corners, giving off a dim and faint glow. The white-haired old man before was nowhere to be seen, and only two black coffins were still quietly lined up on either side.

Ni Pengfei had an alarm bell in his heart, and his right hand quietly touched the hilt of the sword on his waist, and said loudly: "Uncle, I've come in!"

"Okay!

At this time, a thin hand slowly stretched out from a coffin and beckoned lightly at Ni Pengfei.

Ni Pengfei is also a master of the arts, and he really walked towards the coffin.

Suddenly, his clothes tightened, and he was so nervous that he was startled, and he was almost about to draw his sword to face him, but when he looked back, it was Tang Zixi.

At this moment, Miss Tang was already frightened, pointed to a pile of things in the corner with a slight trembling, and said tremblingly: "That, that ......"

Ni Pengfei noticed that there was a pile of unknown objects in the corner, and by the faint candlelight, he could barely see that it was actually a pile of corpses, all dressed in black and masked.

The cold voice seemed to sense something, and laughed, "Is the little girl afraid of dead bodies?"

Tang Zixi raised his head when he heard this, and said forcefully: "I don't ...... Don't be afraid!", but with a trilled tone, the fear in her heart was already exposed.

The cold voice said again: "If you are not afraid, you go and see if there is a person with six fingers on his left hand for the old man." That person was the real murderer of the woman back then. ”

Tang Zixi was startled and asked her to rummage through those corpses and make some jokes.

She stiffened her neck and said unconvinced: "Why don't you go and see it yourself?"

Ni Pengfei hurriedly pulled her and glared at her.

Tang Zixi pouted unconvinced.

The cold voice sighed and said, "The old man was hit by their poison dart, and his life will not be long. Now don't say it's a past check, it's hard to even move. Forget it, it's not surprising that you little girl doesn't have the guts. He turned his target to Ni Pengfei again, "The truth is right in front of you, young man, what are you waiting for?"

When Ni Pengfei heard this, he patted Tang Zixi's hand that was holding him tightly, walked to the corner without hesitation, quickly checked the few people lying down one by one, straightened up and said, "I didn't find anyone with six fingers." ”

"Really?" the cold voice was a little incredulous, "Has the one behind the door also checked?"

What the?

Ni Pengfei was stunned at first when he heard this, then shocked, and then the long sword came out of its sheath and flew towards Tang Zixi, who was stunned in place.

He's fast, and neither is anyone else.

A sharp sword light flew out from behind the door and flew towards Tang Zixi.

I only heard a 'ding' sound, and the two long swords intersected, splashing a few traces of sparks. Tang Zixi, who was dazed, woke up, and when he saw the situation in front of him, he sat down directly on the ground with weak legs, and then was kicked into the corner by Ni Pengfei.

Ni Pengfei fought fiercely with the man in black who rushed out, but the two had a tacit understanding, and they didn't go to the coffin, but moved the battle group to the door in unison.

Soon, only Miss Tang was left in the room, who was slumped in place.

She really wanted to get up and go out, but her limbs were sore, let alone getting up, it was difficult to move.

A cool night breeze blew in from the door, blowing the white wax to a staggering point and almost extinguishing it. The light in the room was not good, and the candlelight that was clearly extinguished, coupled with the black coffin, made the atmosphere in the room even more eerie.

At this moment, the thin hand beckoned at Tang Zixi, and the cold voice sounded again: "Little girl, come here!"

Tang Zixi was so frightened that tears were about to flow out, and he said with a crying voice: "I'm not coming!"