Suddenly, at the entrance of Fengqi Pavilion opposite the wine shop, a crowd of people gathered and discussed.

Oh, it's a shame that a beautiful woman died, and that's so sad.

If an ugly and ugly woman dies, maybe her life is a failure in the first place, so it's not a big deal.

But the death of a beautiful woman is really a great tragedy.

I know, I mean, a beautiful woman is like a cute unicorn or a leprechaun. They are precious and rare, and they should be protected.

Fu Huanjing briefly inquired about the surrounding Illusory Realm officials, and knew that it was a case of love murder.

However, the case is complex and changeable, far more than the simple and superficial killing of the concubine by the lover.

After Fu Huanjing looked at the rest of the Fengqi Pavilion women one by one, he was surprised to find that they were all abnormally beautiful, as beautiful as heaven and man.

The beautiful woman who died tragically was the Oiran of Fengqi Pavilion. Although her face has been completely ruined, her original appearance must be extraordinary.

Ding is Ding, Mao is Mao, Fu Huanjing, as a person in the rivers and lakes of the illusory world, would never get involved in temple chores.

But this tragedy happened by coincidence, and it happened on the opposite side of his master's winery, which made him have to do a lot of things.

After Fu Huanjing secretly investigated the case for three days, he found a lot of clues, which can be regarded as clearing out the causes and consequences of the entire tragedy.

In Fu Huanjing's opinion, many beautiful women in Fengqi Pavilion are like rat traps, attracting countless men in the fantasy world to be confused and willing to die.

"And then?" asked the Dark Squire Futu.

"Then the murderer should be severely punished, and justice should be done to the woman who died tragically. Fu Huanjing said.

"What can we do to punish the murderer severely? Can that woman who died tragically be reborn?" said the Dark Attendant Futu with a smile.

"If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world. Even though the tragic death of the woman was predestined, the murderer who is still at large must be severely punished. Fu Huanjing said.

"Stinky boy, do you really think that you are the master of the Heavenly Dao, can you decide the life and death of a stranger you have never met?"

"Master, could it be that this dead end was set up by your old man?" Fu Huan Jinghu said suspiciously.

"Stinky boy, extremely stupid, this realm cultivation from the spirit, you kid is not qualified yet. The secret servant Futu took back the golden hairpin glass mirror of his beloved disciple Fu Huanjing.

Fu Huanjing, who lost the fortune and fortune of a country, fell from the spirit to the spirit of the soul. The dark servant Futu disappeared and went to the Chaos Sword Pavilion to absorb the evil sword qi.

This Fengqi Pavilion tragedy is a catastrophe that he Fu Huanjing must solve, and it is related to the future of his cultivation avenue.

This mystery, a specific time, a specific place, a specific way of killing.

With Fu Huanjing's in-depth investigation, he knew that the beautiful woman who died tragically in Fengqi Pavilion was not just that Oiran woman, but eight beautiful women.

It's just that in order to make money, the old bustard Yasha of Fengqi Pavilion deliberately concealed the tragic deaths of the other seven women.

Fu Huanjing sorted out the death links of the eight women, and was surprised to find that the murderer used gossip numerology to kill people, and he didn't know why he was asking for it.

In recent days, Fu Huanjing disguised himself into Fengqi Pavilion and temporarily became a second drinker.

Although ten days ago, the Oiran was naked and died tragically in his boudoir. However, the womanizers of Fengqi Pavilion have increased instead of decreasing, and they are constantly laughing and laughing.

After a few days of observing words and feelings, Fu Huanjing found that there was one person who was particularly eye-catching, and nine times out of ten it was the person who committed the murder.

Fu Huanjing used the new Oiran in the Fengqi Pavilion as a rat trap to capture the man who was different from others.

After more than half a month, Fu Huanjing still worked in vain, so he was discouraged and decadent.

After a while, this tragedy of the Fantasy Realm Fengqi Pavilion is still clueless and hopeless to solve the case.

"Stinky boy, have you heard? That new Oiran of Fengqi Pavilion was also brutally killed by a thief not long ago. The Dark Attendant Futu asked casually.

"What, how is it possible?" Fu Huanjing said in surprise, his right hand holding the pen trembled.

"Stinky boy, how can it be impossible? life and death are fateful, wealth is in the sky, what can you do now that you are as humble as dust?" the dark servant Futu sneered.

"The apprentice guards her all day long, how can that lewd thief have a chance to do it?" Fu Huanjing asked puzzled.

"Is that really the case? Are you guarding her now?" said the Shadow Squire Futu laughed.

Fu Huanjing, who was full of guilt, did not continue to talk to his master Tiefutu, so he hurried to the Fengqi Pavilion opposite the Jingxin Wine Workshop and asked the old bustard Yasha in the pavilion about the cause of death of the new Oiran.

After listening to the narration of the old bustard Yasha of Fengqi Pavilion, Fu Huanjing was terrified to find that the lewd thief hiding in the shadows was preparing to use the Nine Palaces Heavenly Dao to kill people.

Seeing that the remaining eight people would be killed by the thief in the near future, Fu Huanjing ignored whether the murderer he had suspected very much before was really a murderer, beat him to death with a stick, and abandoned his body at the bottom of the Thunder Cliff.

"Why did you kill that innocent illusory man?" asked the Dark Squire Futu.

"He killed someone, and he killed to pay for his life, as he should be, why not. Fu Huanjing thought he was reasonable.

"Where's the evidence?" asked the Shadow Squire.

"Evidence? The apprentice has already seen the process of his murder in the Tianji Stone, and he is the murderer. Fu Huanjing took out the Tianji Stone in his dust-free bag and said.

"Stinky boy, if the teacher tells you that the Heavenly Machine Stone in your hand is a fake, will you regret it?"

"Impossible, Master, why are you so tricked into the apprentice?" Fu Huanjing asked.

"Stinky boy, your cultivation path will encounter countless calamities in the future, and you must not use this dead thing as the basis for what you do or not. You kid will take this incident as a small lesson!" said the Dark Servant Futu meaningfully.

Fu Huanjing has nothing to say, this time it is indeed his fault, and there is no excuse to shirk responsibility.

Seeing that his lover seemed to be repentant, the secret servant Futu left satisfied.