On a quiet path, one person fell to the ground, like drunkenness. He was dressed in the clothes of a disciple of the Blue Mark Sect, and half of his body was stained red with blood.

Luo Jia walked up to the man and turned him over, revealing a pale and frightened face. Qingjian Zhenren walked up to him, only glanced at it, and said lightly: "Block the sect." ”

Seeing that the Qingjian real person left for a moment and returned calmly, there was no one who cared much about the guests, and they didn't know that the Blue Scar Sect had quietly blocked the sect.

On the competition platform, there are now two people who have come and gone. Although the power is not as good as the previous battle, it is also quite exciting. This wedding has completely become a competition between the descendants of the sect.

In the woods and wilderness, Leng Xiao raised his eyes and sighed secretly, at this moment, the Blue Scar Sect must be extremely lively, but he has nothing to do with it. He was a withdrawn person, but it was a pity to miss his friend's wedding.

While walking, Leng Xiao's eyes fell lightly on a bush and walked away slowly. When I opened the leaves, I saw that there was a broken shirt among the bushes, full of blood, exuding a faint demonic aura.

In the past, this was an extremely strange thing, but now, the demon clan is frequent, and the demon aura is constricted, which is no different from the human race, mixed in the crowd, who knows?

He let go, there were still important things around him, and he didn't want to take care of other people's trivial matters.

In the Blue Scar Sect, the corpses and blood stains on the path have long been cleaned up, and the smell of blood is not strong, and it will not take long to disperse.

Luo Jia raised his finger and probed Zhang San's throat, and Zhang San was crushed in the throat and killed with one blow. The wound was large and rough, and it was not the object of a sword, but a rough and blunt weapon. Zhang Sanmian was frightened, and at least he had a breath of reaction time, so the speed of the villain's move was not fast.

Or, it was the villain who deliberately was seen clearly, so that Zhang San died with fear. Zhang San only had a wound on his throat all over his body, and there was no bruise.

Luo Jia contrasted his hand, and the wound was just in line with his fingers, and it was with the bending of his index finger and middle finger that he crushed his throat and brought a piece of flesh with him.

"The method is so cruel, it is definitely not the work of people in the righteous path!" Luo Jia couldn't bear it, and covered Zhang San's face with a white cloth.

The disciples of the torture hall had already spread out around the path, searching for traces of the returnees. Zhang San left with the returnee, and now he is killed, but the returnee is nowhere to be seen, and he is listed as the first suspect.

He took out the transmission note, and sent a message to the disciples in Qinghui City to pay attention to the people who went down the mountain, but if anyone returned to the sea and left the sect to go down the mountain, it was absolutely impossible to avoid the ears and eyes of the Blue Scar Sect.

After waiting for an hour to pass, there was still no news from Qinghui City, and there was no one who went down the mountain. It is rude to leave the table in the middle of the meeting, and if there is nothing important, no one will leave the sect.

Those who looked around the trail did not find any clues. He was only afraid that the gangsters had left the sect and were only temporarily lurking on the Qingji Mountain, so he couldn't find it in the sect, and no one in Qinghui City came down the mountain.

After another half an hour, the transmission note in Luo Jia's hand flashed, and his figure suddenly moved up and down. In a moment, a mile to the west of the trail, the forest was still lush. There was a disciple who stood respectfully, and without his guidance, Luo Jia's eyes were sharp, like eagle eyes, and he landed in a crack in a stone.

Peeling aside the stone, a drop of crimson blood was revealed. The blood had dried up and sputtered, and small droplets had spread out, dripping from a high place, just in the cracks of the stones.

Luo Jia's eyes were slightly cloudy, and he swept around. There was only one drop here, and there was no trace of blood. It is very likely that the villain unintentionally dripped from his hands.

"No!" he muttered, with a twinkle in his eyes.

If it had been left by a gangster, it would have been cold and windy, even if the fingertips were stained with blood, they should have dried up long ago. And the splatters of this blood stain are evenly scattered, and they fall in a straight line. If it's between the moves, the blood splatter must have a direction.

The person left behind by this bloodstain, even if it did not stay, was definitely not fast, it can be said that he was not in a hurry.

In this way, an idea gradually rose in Luo Jia's heart, and suddenly said: "Gather the disciples, search this place within a radius of five hundred zhang!"

The disciple who stood respectfully was stunned for a moment and said, "Hall Master, the disciple has searched for ...... Disciple takes orders!" He was only halfway through speaking, and seeing Luo Jia's sharp eyes, he didn't dare to disobey, so he hurriedly agreed.

Luo Jia let out a long breath and frowned. One after another, the disciples of the torture hall came and rummaged among the grass and trees. The movements are meticulous, and he searched almost every corner of the grassroots, just to find another drop of blood. Luo Jia is not enough, what he thinks in his heart is not to find another drop of blood.

All the disciples were engrossed in their attention, when a low shout suddenly sounded in their ears, and their hearts were shocked. It was Luo Jia who shouted: "Dig three feet into the ground!"

As soon as these words came out, the place where they had just been searched was divided, and several disciples turned over the earth with swords. The land of a hundred feet will soon become a mess. Seeing that the distance is getting farther and farther, the range is getting bigger and bigger. The ground has been searched, and there is no trace, and I don't know what Luo Jia is looking for.

Half an hour later, suddenly a disciple shouted excitedly: "Hall Master, here!"

Before he finished speaking, Luo Jia's body moved, and he already appeared beside him. According to what he said, dig three feet into the ground, no more, no less, two feet and nine points. There was a gap in the dirt, revealing a piece of clothing.

Luo Jia flicked his sleeves and brushed away the dirt, revealing the person below. The faces of the surrounding torture hall disciples all changed, and someone blurted out: "Return to the sea!"

Luo Jia's expression was calm, and he had expected it. Previously, the gangsters shot hard, Zhang San was killed by a blow, but he had time to show a look of horror, it is very likely that the gangsters shot at the returning sea guest first, and the blow failed. The returnee fled, and the gangsters killed Zhang San and pursued the returnee.

As for the blood between the cracks in the stone, it must be the blood of the returnees. After the gangsters committed the murder, they left leisurely, and when they were relaxed, they inadvertently left a drop of blood.

Above the throat of the returner, there is a small dot. Luo Jia flipped him up, and there was also a small point on the back of his neck. The front is small and the back is large, and it should have been penetrated by a needle-like object from the back of the neck.

Seeing this, some disciples hurriedly went to search in the distance. Some people were surprised: "Why is he dead?"

Originally, they were supposed to be the murderer, but at this moment, the first suspect has become the victim.

Luo Jia said: "The clothes of the returnees are intact and not damaged, which shows that the two have not had a fierce fight. This person can kill the Guihai Ke with one blow, and make the Guihai Ke dare not fight head-on, and cultivate to at least one realm higher than the Guihai Ke. ”

"It took miles to chase the returnee to kill him, and this person was not much faster than the returnee. It should be a virtual infant cultivation. ”

These words were enough to make all the disciples shudder. With such a cultivation, there are not many people that the Blue Scar Sect can fight with. Now that the guests are gathered, there is no shortage of strong people, but it is better, but I am afraid that there is more than one villain, and the dog jumps under the wall in a hurry, hurting the juniors.

In the distance, a disciple of the Torture Hall came back quickly, holding a brown needle in his hand. Luo Jia took it and bent it slightly. It is not hard, it is extremely flexible. The tip of the needle is as thin as silk and difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

He used the needle to lightly scratch a stone, and immediately left a scratch on the stone that was half an inch deeper.

Luo Jia sniffed this needle on the tip of his nose, this needle does not drop blood, but there is a faint smell of shame, not the smell of blood, but the smell of a beast.

"Beast bristles. "If the needle had been taken from a wild beast, he would not have feared it, but ...... The person who committed this murder is a demon cultivator!

As soon as he thought of this, Luo Jia took out a transmission note and was about to send a message to Qingjian Zhenren. Some disciples suddenly exclaimed, their eyes widened. Luo Jia asked, "Surprised, what's the matter?"

The disciple immediately raised his finger, pointed at Guihai Ke and shuddered, "Hall Master, he, his eyelids just moved!"

Hearing this, Luo Jia hurriedly poked out his two fingers and pressed them on the carotid artery of Guihaike, only a few breaths, he frowned slightly, his fingertips were like touching a stubborn stone, cold and calm. He then poked his finger into the heart of the returnee, and after a few breaths, slowly shook his head.

Only then did he withdraw his fingers, but the disciples behind him suddenly widened their eyes. Luo Jia subconsciously looked at it and was shocked. The returnee's eyes widened angrily, like a dead fish, staring at him. The spot of blood on his throat spilled a bead of blood.

Luo Jia left to explore the heartbeat of the returning seaman, and the fluctuations from his fingertips were slight at first, but became strong in a few breaths.

"Don't make a sound!"

Luo Jia sealed the wound for the Guihai guest with aura, turned around and said, "Quickly call Elder Liao!"

Liao Mian is withdrawn by nature, and he dislikes this kind of program the most, and is studying Dandao in Dantang. The disciples of the torture hall rushed to arrive, and when they saw Liao Mian focused, they didn't dare to disturb, and they were afraid that they would delay the opportunity for treatment, and they were in a dilemma for a while.

"What's the matter?" Liao Mian didn't pause, and said lightly.

If someone else came, Liao Mian would have already been expelled with bad words. Seeing that he is a disciple of the torture hall, he must have something important to do, so he can be patient.

The disciple of this torture hall was shocked, and hurriedly reported the matter. Liao Mianhuo Ran raised his head, and the cold glint in his eyes made this disciple take three steps back.

As soon as she stopped, there was a muffled sound in the Dan furnace, and black smoke came out, destroying the elixir, destroying a pot of elixir. The torture hall disciple was even more afraid in his heart, but Liao Mian had already walked to his side and shouted: "Everything is prioritized, human life is a matter of heaven, how can it be delayed, and you will not lead the way!"

This disciple hurriedly responded, and rushed back at the fastest speed in his life, but Liao Mian was still unhurried.

Luo Jia greeted him from afar, Liao Mian ignored him, bypassed him and walked towards the returning seaman. After only one glance, he said, "Fortunately, the wound is small." This son can still save his life, which is really a big fate. ”

Liao Mian took out an elixir, crushed it into powder, and applied it to the throat and back of the neck of the returning seaguest. Channeled by aura, only a few moments later, the wound healed, and the returnee was barely able to speak.

His voice was hoarse, but he didn't need Luo Jia to ask, he immediately gritted his teeth and said: "Senior, the person who attacked the younger generation is a fat and white person, he is ...... Demon Cultivator!"

Listening to Gui Haike's tone, Luo Jia asked, "He didn't show his demonic aura?"

The returning sea guest was silent for a few breaths, and said bitterly: "Exactly." However, the younger generation can conclude that this person is a demon cultivator, and he may be a hedgehog demon or something like that, full of fishy smell. ”

"Damn, if it weren't for the fact that the younger generation had a method of feigning death and holding his breath, he would be killed today!"