Wrestling actually resulted in palm prints.
Yang Zhenhai was puzzled and kept repeating the handprint of Xianglong on Tian's chest.
The more you look at it, the clearer it becomes, even the thumb finger has a clear outline.
"Were there anyone else at that time? Only the bastard?"
Yang Zhenhai asked the martial arts masters around him who knew about it.
"In addition to the bastard, there are also his personal servants."
"There's no one else."
"Just his master and servant."
The martial artists replied one after another.
Yang Zhenhai gradually frowned and fell into deep thought.
If no one else was present when Long Zaitian fell, then the murderer might be Chu Wushuang.
However, Yang Zhenhai came to Chu Mansion and worked as a martial artist for many years and knew the details of Chu Wushuang.
Chu Wushuang was so weak that he might not even be able to beat the aunt, so how could he possibly kill Long Zaitian, who was as strong as an ox.
Yang Zhenhai focused his suspicion on Guo Qingyi, and soon overturned it in his mind.
Although Guo Qingyi often does rough work and has a few pounds of wrist strength, she doesn't know kung fu and can't kill Long Zaitian with one palm.
Before his death, Long Zaitian had a conflict with Chu Wushuang.
The martial arts masters saw clearly at that time that Chu Wushuang only shot Long Zaitian in the air, but did not hit Long Zaitian.
Yang Zhenhai recalled the details revealed by the martial artists and once again focused his suspicion on Chu Wushuang.
If Chu Wushuang really struck Long Zaitian with his palm, and Long Zaitian's chest showed palm prints after his death, it would be logical that he was the murderer.
"Did this kid secretly practice some magical skills?"
Yang Zhenhai muttered in his heart.
Even Yang Zhenhai couldn't achieve the skill of palming someone to death from afar.
"You carry Mr. Long's body to the back mountain for burial. If anyone asks, just say that Mr. Long fell to death."
After giving instructions to the martial arts masters, Yang Zhenhai led several of his confidants to the ruined courtyard where Chu Wushuang lived.
Chu Wushuang was chopping firewood in the courtyard.
Guo Qingyi was washing clothes by the well.
Ever since he started practicing the Guiyuan Divine Skill, Chu Wushuang's physique was different from ordinary people. If he was asked to chop firewood for a while, he would be almost exhausted to death.
Now that he had chopped a lot of firewood, he was still out of breath and not blushing.
"Young master, it's medicine that's three parts poison. Although Dali Pill can make you as strong as an ox, you'd better use it sparingly."
Guo Qingyi persuaded worriedly.
"I don't take Dali Pill, who will help you do the work?"
Chu Wushuang teased Guo Qingyi.
Guo Qingyi became anxious: "I can do the work by myself, I don't need your help."
"You will be my concubine from now on. I don't want your skillful hands to get rougher because of working."
"Young Master, what are you talking about? Who is your concubine?"
Guo Qingyi's face turned red.
"You are my concubine."
"I'm not."
"Why, aren't you willing to be my concubine?"
"Young Master, I..."
"Third Young Master, you are in a good mood. You are about to go to Jiang Mansion to be your son-in-law. You still have time to flirt with your servants."
Yang Zhenhai's voice entered the courtyard, breaking the silence between Chu Wushuang's master and servant.
When Chu Wushuang saw Yang Zhenhai suddenly visiting, he quickly guessed what was going on.
Yang Zhenhai walked up to Chu Wushuang, looked at the pile of firewood, and asked in great surprise: "Did you chop these firewood?"
Chu Wushuang deliberately lied: "It would be great if I chopped these firewood. It was my slave who chopped these firewood. I just picked up the ax and you came over, Mr. Yang."
"Really? Why do I feel like you are lying?"
Yang Zhenhai looked at Chu Wushuang intently.
He secretly said in his heart: "Just because you can chop so much firewood at once, you are probably the murderer who killed Long Zaitian."
Chu Wushuang heard Yang Zhenhai's thoughts and pretended not to know.
Guo Qingyi came to his senses when he saw Yang Zhenhai coming to make trouble.
She thought Long Zaitian fell to death and never thought that the murderer was Chu Wushuang.
However, even if Long Zaitian fell to his death, it still had something to do with Chu Wushuang.
She was eager to protect her master and explained to Yang Zhenhai: "Mr. Long fell to his own death and had nothing to do with the young master."
Yang Zhenhai turned a deaf ear and asked Chu Wushuang with murderous intent: "Did you kill Mr. Long San?"
Chu Wushuang knew it well and pretended to be anxious to deny it: "Mr. Yang, you are joking. How could I, a weak scholar, kill Third Master Long?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Zhenhai suddenly stretched out his big hand and pinched his neck.
"Ah! Young Master! Manager Yang, let go! Let go! Even though the Young Master is a bastard, he is still my flesh and blood. Please let go!"
Guo Qingyi stood up in a hurry and ran towards Chu Wushuang.
Chu Wushuang pretended to be horrified and reached out to slap Yang Zhenhai on the wrist.
He used ordinary power, which had no deterrent effect on Yang Zhenhai.
Guo Qingyi also patted Yang Zhenhai's arm, trying to help Chu Wushuang break free.
Although she has done rough work for many years and has some brute strength, in front of the martial arts master, she is no different from an ordinary weak woman.
No matter how she beat Yang Zhenhai's arm, it was still like ants shaking a tree.
Chu Wushuang pretended to have difficulty breathing, his eyes bulged and his mouth opened wide, like a fish on the beach, trying to breathe hard.
Yang Zhenhai's original intention was to test whether Chu Wushuang knew kung fu. If a person knew kung fu and threatened his life, he would instinctively resist and expose his true identity.
But although Chu Wushuang resisted, he was no different from an ordinary weak scholar.
Seeing him rolling his eyes, he was about to die.
Only then did Yang Zhenhai retract his big hand.
Chu Wushuang collapsed on the ground, looking pale and breathing heavily.
"Young Master."
Guo Qingyi knelt down and shouted with concern on his face.
Yang Zhenhai saw that Chu Wushuang couldn't catch his breath for a long time, so he stopped staying and turned around to leave.
In fact, Chu Wushuang had recovered a long time ago. He continued to act and sat down on the corridor steps to rest with Guo Qingyi's support.
"Manager Yang is so cruel. Young Master, how about I report this matter to you?"
Guo Qingyi suggested with a face filled with sadness and anger.
Chu Wushuang shook his head and objected with a weak expression: "No... it's not necessary. We are about to... leave the Chu Mansion. One more thing to worry about... would be better to have one less thing to worry about... ....Ahem..."
After speaking, Chu Wushuang added to the drama and coughed a few times.
On the way back, Yang Zhenhai felt more and more something was wrong.
Although Chu Wushuang withstood his temptation, there might be an expert helping Chu Wushuang behind the scenes, hiding in the dark and seriously injuring Long Zaitian.
Recalling the recent encounter with Chu Wushuang, Yang Zhenhai felt more and more that something was fishy.
In the past, Chu Wushuang always looked listless, but now his eyes are bright and full of energy. Compared with before, he is completely different.
After some thought, Yang Zhenhai stopped and suggested: "Let's go back and hide in the dark to see what this loser does."
Chu Wushuang was very clever and guessed that Yang Zhenhai would come back to peep.
But he didn't specifically ask Yang Baili to hide, and still walked to the room where Yang Baili lived with the food.
