Zuifeng Building, the most famous restaurant in Tieshan City, is famous for its drunken wine in Nanlin County.

According to legend, there was once a high-ranking official from Xianzhou, the imperial capital of the Great Qin State, who praised this wine and wrote the poem "Drunk wind makes tourists drunk, only make Tieshan Xianzhou!".

Since then, the name of drunken wind and wine has spread throughout the Great Qin Kingdom!

Drink a glass of drunken wine and listen to a drunken song. The Drunken Wind Building has also become a favorite place for literati and artists.

Qin Ziqing, Fengshen is handsome, Wencai crowns Tieshan, and his favorite thing is to come to Zuifeng Building to drink and make a gift!

But now, he still comes often, but he is much thinner, and likes to play a drunken song solo, and no longer writes poems!

Talent is still peerless, but the people have passed away! Play a song of mountains and rivers, but no one knows anyone!

"A song of liver and intestines is broken, where to find a soulmate at the end of the world!"

Qin Ziqing finished playing, his eyes looked at the crescent moon in the night sky, his expression was lonely and lonely, and he looked up to the sky and sighed!

"Uncle Qin is so Yaxing!"

A greeting full of hatred interrupted Qin Ziqing's melancholy!

His body shook, but he didn't look back, and said with a long sigh: "Wu Zhixian's nephew is here to take his uncle's life?" Alas, it's me Qin Ziqing I'm sorry Brother Jin Ming, let's do it quickly!"

After speaking, Qin Ziqing calmly stroked the guqin in front of him, without saying a word!

"I want an explanation. ”

Jin Wuzhi's eyes were blood-red, but he forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart.

"There's no explanation, that's what I did. Alas, this piano was given to me by Brother Jin Ming, and today you take it away and bury it in front of Brother Jin Ming's grave, which can be regarded as returning to its original owner. ”

Qin Zi replied lightly.

"Then I'll send Uncle Qin on the road!"

Jin Wuzhi felt that there might be a hidden secret, but he also knew that he couldn't ask anything from Qin Ziqing's mouth, he had already sprouted a will to die, and the resentment of the original owner couldn't be suppressed.

The shadow of the knife in his hand flashed.

"Poof!"

Qin Ziqing's head rolled to the ground, his body lay on the qin, and his blood was sprayed on the white curtain in front of him, like a blooming blood lotus!

......

"Oh no, there are assassins!"

Suddenly there was a shout outside the window! Suddenly there was a murmur of exclamations and people running wildly!

Then there was a bang, and a stocky middle-aged man with a strong body smashed directly through the window and rushed in. When he saw Qin Ziqing's corpse separated, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"You killed the young master! I will kill you!

The short middle-aged man glared at Jin Wuzhi resentfully, raised the Pu knife in his hand, and slashed at him with great force.

"Ding!"

Jin Wuzhi raised his knife, and the double knives touched lightly, making a crisp sound.

He secretly said in his heart that it was not good, the opponent's knife was violent, but he retreated at the touch of a button, obviously with a change of move. A great sense of crisis enveloped him.

He quickly backed his legs.

A flash of light slashed across his chest, cutting a cut in his clothes.

Jin Wuzhi broke out in a cold sweat, and he was almost disemboweled.

The short and middle-aged man made a quick knife in one hand, and the knife technique was like mercury pouring into the ground, and the brush was slashed, and the room was full of flashing knife light.

Jin Wuzhi doesn't know how to swordsmanship, although he has a treasure knife in his hand, but he is also very embarrassed.

He simply threw away the treasure knife, and the Huoyun palm technique unfolded, catching up with the short and middle-aged fast knife.

He had cultivated the Fire Cloud Palm Technique for many years, and he had already cultivated so well that he was only a stone's throw away from the Perfection Realm! Using the Fire Cloud Palm Technique, he would be able to exert his strength even more.

The short middle-aged man is slashed again.

Jin Wuzhi dodged sideways, his palm was as fast as lightning, and he slapped on the side of Pu Dao with a snap.

The short and stout middle-aged man felt a scorching thick internal qi coming from the knife, which directly shook his palm painfully, and he almost lost the knife! His body couldn't help but shake slightly, and this moment lost control.

Jin Wuzhi's eyes flashed, and immediately, with a swing of his palm, he slapped towards the middle-aged man's chest!

The middle-aged man was shocked, and it was too late to dodge!

"Wow!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of the middle-aged man's mouth, he took a few steps back, raised his finger and pointed at Jin Wuzhi, and fell to the ground with a painful face, with a scorched black palm print on his chest!

The two fought for only a short time, and the people outside were still spinning around like headless flies, no one noticed here, and no one came to check on it, just shouting, go and report to the official or something.

Jin Wuzhi picked up the treasure knife, and habitually turned over the two of them, and he didn't care about looking at some things when he turned them out, and as soon as he grabbed the blood-stained guqin, he jumped out of the window and quickly escaped.

......

In the courtyard, it was dark, and the servants were already asleep.

Jin Wuzhi quietly returned to the room, put a few items on the table, quickly changed the bloody clothes on his body, and then returned to the table.

A guqin, an embroidered brocade purse, and a leather bag. Several items were stained with blood.

He put the guqin aside, then tore open the purse, and everything was poured on the table, only a few ingots of silver and a few pieces of gold. He tore open the leather bag, and a few pieces of broken silver fell out, and a woman's belly pocket, which smelled of inferior spices!

Put away all the gold and silver, and then take the guqin. He always felt that Qin Ziqing finally gave him the guqin seemed to have some meaning.

He picked up the guqin and took a closer look, and finally found a black skull the size of a finger in a place at the bottom of the qin.

"This is a demon spirit?"

Jin Wuzhi was taken aback. Fingers touched the skull pattern.

This kind of thing seems to have a lot to do with this zombie incident, why did Qin Ziqing draw this pattern on the qin, and what does he have to do with this pattern?

Jin Wuzhi's mind was like a mess, tangled. He thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he called up the system interface.

I saw that the number of white ** souls increased by 2, becoming 36.

He suddenly realized in his heart that since Qin Ziqing and his guards all had demon souls, it meant that they were all in league with foreign ghosts, and the Qin family was probably not clean.

He took the bloody clothes, purse, bag, and belly pocket to the bottom of the kitchen pot and burned it, and wiped the blood stains on the guqin.

Then woke up Lao Huang.

"Uncle Huang, I have something important to report to Wu Hate, can you find him?"

Lao Huang rubbed his eyes and replied, "I can find it!" The second young master lives in Wanfuyuan in the mansion, but it's too late to go now." ”

"It's okay, 100,000 urgent matters, you have to go to him!"

Jin Wuzhi said undoubtedly.

"Alright, I'll go get the carriage ready!"

A moment later, a carriage left the mansion and arrived in the backyard of the City Lord's Mansion in a short time.

Two dead wind lamps illuminated the doorway.

Lao Huang stepped forward and knocked on the door, and after a while, a porter looked out through the crack in the side door.

"Who?" shouted the porter.

"It's me, Lao Huang!" replied Lao Huang, and walked into the light so that the porter could see it.

"Lao Huang, what's the matter with you at such a late hour?" asked the porter through the door, without opening the door.

"I have something important to see the second young master, you can help me report it. ”

"You're old and confused, aren't you! In the middle of the night, you asked me to wake up the second young master? Isn't this a deliberate attempt to harm me? What are you talking about, do you have to see the second young master in the middle of the night?"

The porter replied angrily, apparently refusing to open the door.

Lao Huang was about to explain, but Jin Wuzhi stopped him: "Forget it, Uncle Huang." We'll go back. ”

He could see it, don't want to see Jin Wuxian tonight. If there is no big commotion, the porter will not even report it. But if it makes a big fuss, his identity can't be hidden!

The two drove back in the carriage. The angry porter scolded in the door: "You old thing deliberately came to entertain Lao Tzu!"

Back in the courtyard, Jin Wuzhi went to bed, before going to bed he was very much looking forward to it, for the original owner's tragedy, the cause of the investigation is clear, the enemy has also been killed, it should be over!