Qin Shi took a step forward, gently lifted her shoulders and said, "Don't cry, if Miss Caijuan knows under the spring, she can't bear to see the young lady grieving." ”

The cry faded, and the light of the lantern reflected the pale and beautiful face, which looked even more pitiful. "It's all my fault, if I hadn't let Caijuan go outside the house, I wouldn't have ......"

"Everything is a murderer's trick, if Caijuan does not leave the house, the murderer must have another plan. Give me a little time, and I will severely punish the murderers and avenge the Caijuan girl!"

Holding hands tightly with each other, Zijun nodded paradoxically and held back his tears.

Under Leng Fengyi's signal, the old lady sighed and retreated, after all, there were still many things to do.

On the ground not far away, a corpse lay quietly under the white cloth, covered with its face, and its body was extremely short. It must be the "colorful cuckoo" in the mouth of the cloud crane. Chu Tao nodded to Cheng Yunhe, and with permission, he examined the corpse.

The body was still warm, and a throwing knife was piercing the throat, shattering the neck bone. The blood has long since clotted. Other than that, there are no other scars. Leaning over, the breath of blood blended with the remnants of fire, and a faint aroma was almost masked, but faintly terrifying. Chu Tao was already too familiar with this kind of aura, so familiar that once he encountered it, he subconsciously tightened the hilt of the sword-Zi Yilan Ruixiang.

Konoha is, this haunting killer.

Konoha is clearly dead, but with this fragrance he returns to the world like a corpse, with an eternal hatred. Chu Tao looked up at the sky vigilantly, and the old wound on his back seemed to ache faintly again, all the way to his heart that seemed to be frozen. Is it for Konoha revenge?

The strange thing is not only that, the shape of this flying knife is also unique, no handle, only a blade, but like a wide and thin butterfly wing. A knife swept away, and under the force, it was enough to break stones.

What's even stranger is that the footprints around the corpse are clearly mixed with black mud, and there are some goose-yellow petals mixed in it. Beneath the petals, a pale pink pearl is mired in the mud.

The emerald steps swayed slightly, flashing with brilliance. The pink neon dress, dotted with beads, floated behind him. "How?" Leng Fengyi approached slowly, always calm.

"Konoha," Chu Tao whispered as he fiddled with the flying knife in his hand, "Wei Lan found out from the ancient medical books that this incense can cause psychedelic and even death. When mixed with other spices, it's refreshing—perhaps that's why Konoha has repeatedly used this spice to psychedelize his opponents and be safe. What's bad is that after the leaves, the purple ylang is fragrant—"

"Is there anyone avenging Konoha?" Leng Fengyi said.

Chu Tao shook his head: "A word of revenge is easy to say, however, decades of hatred is not just one person?"

"You mean......" Leng Fengyi shuddered nervously, "He?"

Chu Tao turned around, and his cold eyes finally projected on her, and the faint tenderness that he couldn't suppress was like a warm cloud of smoke. Leng Fengyi turned her face sideways in horror, dodging the frontal encounter. Chu Tao's gaze had a light and gentle presence that no woman could resist, which was enough to make her indulge in intoxication. What's more, at this moment, there seems to be a hidden sorrow that wants to be spoken and stopped—not so much sadness as questioning.

The corners of Chu Tao's mouth hooked slightly, and he whispered, "You seem to be more afraid of seeing me than seeing Jiang Shaoyun." ”

Leng Fengyi had no power to fight back: "Master Chu, I invited you to come just for ......"

"Can you take the opportunity to ask Miss Zijun a few words, young lady?" Chu Tao interrupted her bluntly.