Su Zhuo looked at Chen Ting's corpse for a while, and then at Shi Qiankun, and was shocked in his heart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Shi Qiankun has eased from the initial shock, looking at this uninvited guest, and finally recognized him as Niu Degui who appeared at the wedding banquet. Shi Qiankun Huo Ran got up and said, "Boss Niu, why are you here? Chen Ting was killed by you!"

Su Zhuo didn't laugh angrily, and said, "Boss Shi, Chen Ting has been drinking with you. Do you think people will doubt me or you?"

Shi Qiankun said angrily: "Nonsense! I have been friends with Chen Ting for many years, why do you want to kill him?"

Su Zhuo sneered and said, "But your friendship with Tang Mo is not shallow! Chen Ting embarrassed Tang Mo in public tonight, maybe you poisoned Chen Ting in order to give Tang Mo such a breath!"

Shi Qiankun's face turned red, he took a few steps back and forth, panting, and said angrily: "Nonsense! Nonsense!"

Su Zhuo continued: "This kind of thing, I think you often do it, right? Do you remember that a month ago, you invited Master Ma Zhen, a dart master from Wanli Dart Xing, to come to your store as a guest. And Ma Zhen died violently the next day. You can't get away with suspicion about this, right?"

Shi Qiankun was shocked when he heard this, clenched his fists with both hands, and said in a trembling voice: "Who are you......?" Who told you about this......"

Su Zhuo said coldly: "In this way, you really have something to do with this matter!"

Shi Qiankun hurriedly shook his head, and his face turned pale. He rubbed his hands, lowered his head and said: "No, no, no......" He said three "no" words in a row, suddenly raised his head, and said: "Master Ma was ......" He just said the first half of the sentence, but the second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat and could no longer be said.

Su Zhuo was stunned, seeing Shi Qiankun's strange expression, the muscles on his face were tangled and stiff, and his glasses did not blink. His heart sank, grabbed Shi Qiankun's shoulder, and said loudly: "How is Master Ma?" asked twice, but Shi Qiankun couldn't answer anymore. Su Zhuo also saw that Shi Qiankun's throat was stuck with an extremely thin silver needle. The stitches are so thin, they're even thinner than a human hair. No wonder Su Zhuo didn't find out when this needle was shot into Shi Qiankun's throat. After a while, a wisp of black blood flowed from the place where the silver needle pricked.

In the courtyard behind him, a cold voice suddenly came: "Friend, he was hit by my meridian life-killing needle, and he has already reported to the underworld." Whatever you ask, he won't answer you!"

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like the low cry of a night owl, and it was like a terrible ghost from hell asking for his life. But for Su Zhuo, this voice was extremely familiar. He didn't look back, and said coldly: "Why did you kill him?"

The man in the courtyard laughed and said, "Friend, someone wants your life!

Su Zhuo slowly put down Shi Qiankun's corpse, Huo Ran turned around, his eyes flashed, and he glared at the person in the courtyard. As he expected, the people in the courtyard wore hats on their heads, wrapped in wide black cloth cloaks, and held in their hands a mourning stick that was taller than the others, and a string of bells at the top of the stick jingled in the night wind, making a sound like a death knell. And when this person saw Su Zhuo's face, he was taken aback, his body shook, and he said in surprise: "Yes, it's you!"

Su Zhuo looked at this mysterious two-faced man, approached step by step, and said coldly, "Who are you?"

The two-faced man clenched the mourning stick in his hand a little tighter, and said, "I am the impermanence of the underworld, and your yang life is over, so you should go with me obediently!" As he spoke, his voice seemed to come from all directions of the courtyard, making people feel like they were in hell.

Su Zhuo shouted: "Pretend to be a ghost! Impermanent ghost, you should regret it!"

"Regret what?" said a subtle tremor in the two-faced man's voice. He had seen Su Zhuo when he was like a madman. It's even more terrifying than a ghost.

Su Zhuo said: "You should regret that the meridian life-killing needle just now didn't shoot at my throat! Now that I have a defense, you don't have the ability to kill me!"

"Really?" the two-faced man didn't believe it, but his voice showed that he was inward-looking.

Su Zhuo sneered: "Then you might as well try it!" As soon as the words fell, the figure had disappeared in place.

The two-faced man was taken aback, and he didn't have time to raise the mourning stick in his hand, and Su Zhuo was already standing in front of him. The two-faced man's chest was wide open, and Su Zhuo's right hand pointed a little, and it was pointed at the middle of the two-faced man's chest! The two-faced man's half-black and half-white face revealed an incredible color, and a painful roar came out of his throat.

It is a dead hole in the human body, and those who are in it will be seriously injured if they do not die. But the two-faced man did not fall, and he did not even spit out a mouthful of blood. Su Zhuo was slightly startled, and then heard the two-faced man laugh and said, "Do you want to kill the messenger of the underworld by killing people?"

Su Zhuo retreated, dodging the fatal blow. He sneered in his heart: "It turns out that you have already practiced to the realm of changing the palace and moving the acupoints, but I underestimate you! Although you can remove the acupuncture points, I want to see if you can change the head!" This time, he made a move and greeted the other party's head and throat.

The two-faced man waved his mourning stick like the wind, trying his best to keep Su Zhuo seven feet away. However, he danced fast, and he couldn't move faster than Su Zhuo's pace. After three moves, Su Zhuo was only six feet away from him. After three more moves, the distance was only two feet. The mourning stick in the two-faced man's hand had become a burden at this time, but he couldn't give up the blade, so he handed it to his left hand, and his right hand pulled out a dagger with blue light from his waist and stabbed at Su Zhuo.

Su Zhuo sneered, held the two-faced man's right wrist with one hand, and urged the internal force. The two-faced man's wrist went limp, and the dagger fell. Su Zhuo picked up the dagger with his other hand, and it was already against the throat of the two-faced man. The two-faced man felt a chill in his throat, and suddenly shouted, "Where is your companion!"

Su Zhuo was stunned for a moment, the dagger in his hand paused, and stopped at two points of the two-faced man's throat. Cold sweat trickled down the forehead of the two-faced man, and a smile squeezed out of the corner of his mouth, and said, "Where is your companion?

Su Zhuo suddenly said in a deep voice: "What happened to you?"

The two-faced man laughed sharply: "Last time you killed my two imps, I can only look for new imps! That girl is smart and clever, and she is impermanent, and she doesn't think badly!"

Su Zhuo's voice became more and more gloomy, and said, "If you dare to move a finger of her, I can't call you a ghost!"

The two-faced man was fearless, with a cruel smile on his face, seeing Su Zhuo distracted, the crying mourning stick in his left hand suddenly crossed the ground, forcing Su Zhuo away, and then on tiptoe, floating like a ghost and retreating. He spread his broad cloak, like a kite, and floated into the air against the night wind. Su Zhuo raised his eyebrows, and was about to chase after him. Who knew that his chest was suffocated, and his whole body was burning like a hot fire for a while, and then he was stabbing like a sharp blade. It turned out that Fang had just fought fiercely for a while, which affected the poison that had been suppressed.

The beads of sweat on Su Zhuo's forehead slipped down again and again, but he couldn't gather any internal strength in the meridians. He watched the two-faced man drift farther and farther away, and faintly heard the other party sneering: "You will never want to find her!"

A red light flashed in Su Zhuo's eyes, and a stone kicked out from under his feet. With its strength, the stone shot into the air, and the latter came first, striking hard in the chest of the two-faced man. The two-faced man's breath forked, and he fell down violently, falling on the roof ridge, tearing off a large piece of green tiles. He knew that Su Zhuo was powerful, so he didn't dare to stay, so he hurriedly turned over and got up, one vertical and one vertical, and disappeared into the dark night.

Su Zhuo watched him go far away, and suddenly heard a noisy footsteps. Outside, the fire lit up, and someone shouted, "Who is it?" and then someone kicked open the door of the calligraphy and painting shop, and a group of catchers with torches rushed in. When they saw the corpses on the ground, they were all shocked, and they all pulled out the steel knives on their waists and surrounded Su Zhuo! )