With the approval of the old catcher, Zhao Wu'an and Lao Qizuo carried the body weighing nearly three hundred catties, and the three of them walked towards Ning Mansion again.

He looked no younger than the old man, his back was slumped, his face was full of furrows, his eyes were so small that people wondered if he could see it, but his withered hands were extremely powerful, and his whole body faintly exuded an uncomfortable gloomy atmosphere.

Anyway, An Guangmao is also a catcher, An Qing has been familiar with these positions since she was a child, and she also knows that what is exuded from the old man's body is the dead air that is entangled in his body and difficult to dissipate after decades of dealing with corpses.

Not far from the yamen, Zhao Wu'an took the initiative to talk with the old servant: "Old gentleman, please forgive the villain for being presumptuous, is this head of the Ning family really falling from the top of Guanyuan Pavilion and dying?"

The old man narrowed his eyes until there was only a small black dot, and said while holding the stretcher with difficulty: "The old body has not seen it with his own eyes, how do you know if it is true." ”

Seeing that as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he couldn't use the strength in his hands, and the whole stretcher trembled, An Qing hurriedly helped beside him.

Zhao Wuan insisted and said: "Hasn't he been poisoned?"

Hearing this, the old man lowered his head and thought for a moment, then glanced at An Qing again, sighed and sighed: "Miss, your family is really a great servant. ”

"Hah...... Huh?" An Qing was puzzled.

But the old man then sighed again and shook his head.

"Ning Longhai's death is strange, but it is not something that outsiders can control. The old body shouldn't have said much, but he really didn't think that sending a body back would make the young master of the Ning family change his mind...... Miss, if there is still a way back, turn back quickly. Ningjia is not a good place. ”

An Qing didn't know why, and she didn't know how to answer, so she could only lower her head and walk silently.

Zhao Wu'an said in front of him: "No matter what, my young lady wants to see Ning Dantong." ”

The old man frowned and was silent for a moment, then nodded as if the chicken pecked rice.

"If it has been decided, it should be so. ”

It is the turn of spring and summer, the cool sun shines on the quiet streets, and this small village seems to be independent, peaceful and quiet, and has nothing to do with wind and rain.

But walking on such a street, Zhao Wu'an's words in the small courtyard of the yamen, as well as the exhortation of the old man, gave An Qing a strange feeling.

She recalled the few days she had spent in Duxiu Village, and all the people she met seemed to be indescribably strange except for the old man.

But to say that this huge village is a prison used by imprisoners is a bit too sensational. An Qing has heard many strange cases from An Guangmao since she was a child, but she has never heard of this matter.

Zhao Wu'an's words sounded more like just an astonishing sentence. If it was someone else, An Qing would just forget it, but the person who said this sentence was Zhao Wu'an, which made An Qing panic.

Worried in her heart, An Qing was not so concerned about the road under her feet. Unconsciously, time passed quietly, and when I looked up, the Ning Mansion was close in front of me.

As soon as she saw this mansion that left an extremely bad impression on her, An Qing felt uncomfortable for no reason.

Zhao Wuxin, who was standing at the forefront, seemed to feel something, and glanced back at her, with a look of comfort in his eyes.

Then Zhao Wuan turned around and stepped forward to knock on the door. After a few gentle knocks, it was Xu Chang who came to answer the door, An Qing hurriedly hid behind the corpse, Zhao Wuan only said that he was sent home as agreed, and the old man didn't say much.

Since the Ning family had never seen Zhao Wu'an before, Xu Chang didn't care too much about him, nodded and made way of the way, and just said disapprerovingly: "Just put it in the front yard." ”

The place Xu Chang indicated was only three or two steps away from the door, if he really only put Ning Longhai's remains there, I was afraid that An Qing would not have time to follow up with Ning Mansion.

But since he was convinced that this case was extraordinary, how could Zhao Wu'an give up.

He took a step forward and said categorically: "Liu Zhu said quickly, there are still unclear points in this case, and the body needs to be returned to the place where it was killed for consideration." ”

Xu Chang frowned, realizing that he didn't know the person in front of him, and he didn't even have a faint impression, so he couldn't help but say, "You are ......"

"I am Liu Zhukuai's nephew, a newcomer to help him solve the case. Zhao Wu'an told the lie seriously.

Xu Chang was stunned, then his face showed a serious look, and his body twisted against the crack in the door.

"No way. He said.

"Liu Zhukuai, there is no nephew at all. ”

An Qing, who was hiding behind, was stunned, and immediately showed a look of regret on her face, annoyed that she didn't even help at all, so Zhao Wu'an was easily recognized.

What she didn't notice was that the old man next to her also had a look of surprise and nervousness on his face.

The lie was exposed in person, but Zhao Wu'an's expression remained unchanged, but he took another step forward and said lightly: "Please get out of the way." ”

Xu Chang's face became solemn, he put on a posture against the door, and said in a deep voice: "Ningfu is not a place where you can come and leave whenever you want. ”

Zhao Wu'an turned his face sideways and quickly glanced at An Qing and the old man behind him, as well as the lonely long street.

Although there are many houses on both sides of the road, there are no people. It was the southernmost part of the village, and it was just in the afternoon, and it was a pitiful place with few pedestrians.

Zhao Wuxin had a sense of proportion, and when he turned to Xu Chang again, he was no longer clumsy, and waved his right hand with a wave of his sleeve, and said casually: "Su Musha." ”

With a clear sword roar, the most cold and slender of the six swords, Su Mushu, rushed out of the sword box behind Zhao Wu'an, and directly suspended an inch outward from his fingertips.

Xu Chang was so frightened that he took several steps back, hit the threshold with one kick, and fell to the ground.

Zhao Wu'an looked at Xu Chang, his expression was unusually cold, and the lazy aura dissipated, replaced by a touch of ice-sealed killing intent that would be killed if he didn't agree with him.

"I just come when I want to, and I can go when I want. Will you be able to stop me, or how?"

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Under the ancient tree mirror lake, the south wind is gentle, and the new branches and buds are gently stirring in the wind, dyeing the entire lakeside into a piece of green like broken jade.

The man who fled from Mobei to West Lake, and went to Miaojiang from the shore of Xizi Lake, held a scoop in his hand, scooped a scoop of water from the lake, drank it in one go, wiped his mouth at the end, threw the scoop away, and lay down on his back.

Although the sun is blazing, the shade of the trees is cool and breezy. The man yawned heavily, reached out and touched the broken knife on his waist, and after confirming that it was still there, he closed his eyes in satisfaction.

The scoop he had thrown away made an arc in mid-air, through the top of the tree, and fell on a path of sheep's intestines.

An old man happened to pass by, leaned over and saw the discarded scoop, pondered for a moment, picked it up, and looked back at the man lying down with a smile on his face in the shadow under the ancient tree.

"Three thousand weak water, only take one scoop to drink?" he asked quietly.

The man with his eyes closed frowned suddenly, but he didn't open his eyes, as if he was unhappy that someone had interrupted his lunch break.

"You're hurt. The old man continued, "Very badly wounded. ”

The man grinded his teeth and snorted dissatisfiedly, "What's the matter with you?"

The old man was silent for a moment, and said quietly: "The old man has lived in the village for sixty years, and he is not very well-informed, but who in the rivers and lakes became a master of the first product at what time, I can guess nine out of ten with the technique of deduction." ”

The man lying under the tree opened his eyes.

"Don't be nervous, the old man has no martial arts, you just condense a qi blade and slash it, and the old man may have to die here. ”

"In that case, why provoke me?"

Hu Buxi's voice carried a cold meaning of rejection. He leaned sideways, as if trying to cover something.

The old man pondered for a moment, and said lightly: "Since you entered the first grade, two more first-grade masters have died on the rivers and lakes, namely the 'Ghost Hand Book Saint' Lu Quance and the 'Qingfeng Xiaowu' Du Shenquan. These two should have died by your sword. ”

"Hmm. Hu Buxi nodded with a slightly annoyed face.

"The old man is proficient in the art of hexagram deduction, and he always feels that Your Excellency's achievements in this life are not appropriate to stop here. In order to play the number of days, the old man dared to ask Your Excellency to respect his name. ”

Hu Buxi sighed, a carp sat up, pressed the knife on his side, and said impatiently: "It's a charlatan who wants to deceive me about Lao Hu's name, and you don't weigh how many catties and taels you have." Why don't you go to Tangjiabao in Shuzhong and ask? I dare bet that in another ten days and half a month, it will be full of news from me. ”

The old man smiled and said, "That's exactly what I mean." ”

These words were said lightly, but Hu Buxi's eyes opened after the old man said this, and there was a blazing light in the process.

He held down the trunk of the tree, stood up, and looked at the old man with awe-inspiring eyes: "Who are you, why do you want to go to Tangjiabao?"

"Who are you, and why did you go to Twilight Village?" the old man looked at him with a smile.

Hu Buxi's face turned pale, and the momentum around his body suddenly rose, and an awe-inspiring murderous aura spread out, lifting the old man's robe.

makes people feel that the next moment, he seems to be about to kill someone.

"Crossing the border to kill Du Shenquan, you are already at the end of the crossbow, and he is on the verge of death, and now the dantian breath is difficult to adjust and recover. Coupled with the recurrence of old injuries, you are about to follow in the footsteps of that ghost hand book saint, right?"

The old man did not have the slightest fear on his face, and pointed out the flaws in Hu Buxi's body word by word: "Your feet should have been separated from each other so that you could cut forward in one go, but at this time, you are at the same level as your shoulders, just because you don't have the confidence to cut this knife." ”

Hu Buxi was stunned, his brows were furrowed, but there was a faint strange emotion overflowing under his eyes. After a while, he let go of the hand holding the knife and waved at the old man. "The seniors are on top, and the younger generations are willing to bow down. ”

The old man was not arrogant, returned a salute, and said lightly: "If you continue like this, you will definitely die." ”

"yes. Hu Buxi didn't have any complaints, and sighed bluntly, "That's why I plan to go to that village and talk to the boss again." ”

The old man shook his head, and suddenly rolled up his sleeves and pulled out a bag of herbs from it.

"But if you meet me, I will keep you from dying. ”

Hu Buxi was stunned.

How could he not know that there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world, and immediately took a few steps back vigilantly.

The old man smiled.

"Don't worry, I'm not that kind. Therefore, to save you, it is also a matter of trust. ”

"Since your sword skills have been accomplished, then kill someone for me. ”

Hu Buxi's heart moved.

"Who?"

"No. 1 in the world. The old man said word by word, "Dongfang Lian Mo." ”