Under the cool moonlight,
Yang Dong followed Hong Laoliu and silently searched every house.
Door after door was opened and then closed silently.
The mood in it also changed from expectation to disappointment and even despair.
Two hours later, Hong Laoliu and Yang Dong looked at each other, a trace of frustration flashing in their eyes.
"That's all, let's leave for now."
"We have to find a way to inform the people of the White Lotus Sect."
"Lao Liu, who do you think did this?"
Hong Laoliu snorted with a gloomy face,
"Do you think I am a god? How do I know this?"
"but……"
He changed the subject, suddenly raised his finger and pointed at Yang Dong, shouting:
"you are you!"
"I suspect you are the murderer!"
"My colleagues, catch this kid quickly!"
Hong Laoliu shouted and quickly retreated towards the back.
This kid has a token given by the financial master's mistress, so he shouldn't be killed by these White Lotus cultists.
I just happened to be a check-in for Lao Lu and test this kid's ability to adapt to situations.
If there is a chance, he can blackmail this kid again, but of course this is not his main purpose.
Sure enough, I, Hong Laoliu, am the most reliable and witty man.
Boss Jia is also serious, why should such a good seedling be handed over to Lu Laowu?
If you ask me, I should be the one to take care of this naughty little guy!
On the other side, Yang Dong was shocked by Hong Laoliu's loud shout. He was confused and had black lines on his face.
He glanced at the crowd that gathered around him, and his heart suddenly filled with bitterness.
Damn, there are so many people, there is no chance to escape.
Hong Laoliu, you old six, didn’t you just say that you could protect yourself?
Geneva, get your money back! ! !
In his mind, he greeted the eighteenth generation of Hong Laoliu's ancestors, but in reality he raised his hands, scared to death.
"Fellow gentlemen, I say this is all a misunderstanding. Do you believe it?"
"Don't, don't be impulsive, impulsive is the devil!"
"I have a token, take a look!"
"Shit, are you tied too tightly?"
Yang Dong kept mumbling, but his body was very cooperative and stretched out his hands together.
Seeing how cooperative he was, the leading middle-aged man couldn't help but froze for a moment with his dark face.
Is this kid really the murderer?
With this harmless appearance, could he be deceived?
At this moment, a light voice came from behind him again.
"You must not be deceived by this kid. He was abandoned by his accomplices. Now he is pretending to be pitiful because he just doesn't want to die!"
"If you don't believe it, look at this kid. There's a lot of dirt on him!"
After hearing this, the middle-aged man subconsciously looked down.
I saw that there was indeed a lot of mud on Yang Dong's body, and judging from the soft mud on his shoes, it was obvious that this kid had slipped in from the mountains and forests and had not followed the right path at all.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man made a decision immediately.
"Come here, tie him up immediately and take him back."
"This man is extremely vicious and has killed our compatriots in the shelter. If we want to pay with blood, we must fish out his accomplices!"
Eh, isn't it?
You have made a mistake!
Hong Laoliu, you old Liu! ! !
This time, I must deduct your wages!
Yang Dong gritted his teeth angrily, but facing the middle-aged people and the burly uncles behind him, he had to force out a smile.
"Well, this is all a misunderstanding!"
"If you don't believe it, you can touch my chest!"
As soon as these words came out, the members of the White Lotus Sect, headed by a middle-aged man, suddenly looked at Yang Dong with a strange expression.
Most of the people had expressions of contempt or disgust. Only a few people stared at Yang Dong with excitement shining in their eyes.
"No, you misunderstood!"
Yang Dong saw that his description was getting darker and darker, and his tone became more and more anxious.
"No, you misunderstood! I mean, I have your saint's token on my chest!"
"Your saint's name is Yan Bingyue, right?"
"You actually know the saint's real name?"
A trace of astonishment flashed across the middle-aged man's face.
He looked at Yang Dong again, and after pondering for a moment, he raised a palm.
A moment later, the jade pendant appeared in front of the White Lotus sect.
They stared at the jade pendant, complex colors flashing in their eyes.
“This boy actually looks like the saint, it’s incredible!!”
"Straight bitch, this little guy has thin skin and tender flesh. At first glance, he looks like a fat-haired and pink-faced scholar."
"I really don't know what the saint saw in him. He is obviously a tiger in my family. He has a tiger head and a tiger brain, and he feels more secure..."
Ignoring the comments of other White Lotus followers, the middle-aged man just glanced at the jade pendant and returned it to Yang Dong.
The expression on his face was also a little softer.
"The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. I didn't expect you to be one of our own."
Seeing that the other party believed him, Yang Dong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He was about to speak when he suddenly saw a flash of resentment on the middle-aged man's face.
"But you are obviously one of our own, why do you attack the old, weak, women and children in the shelter? Are you still a human?"
"Even if you are the face of the saint, I will tie you up today."
"Only by fishing out the person behind you can we pay homage to these three hundred and twenty-four innocent souls!"
After hearing this, the White Lotus cultists behind them became excited again.
They waved all kinds of weapons in their hands and looked up to the sky and roared.
"Everyone, please wait!"
At this moment, a crisp voice sounded from not far away.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Bingyue, who was fluttering in white clothes and looked like a fairy, stepped lightly and protected Yang Dong.
"Uncle Liu, Yang Dong probably didn't do this."
"They only had a troika, how could they massacre more than 300 compatriots in the shelter?"
The middle-aged man who was called Uncle Liu didn't buy it at all. He snorted coldly:
"Holy girl, don't be deceived by this man! Maybe he has actually arranged many soldiers in this dense forest."
"I have observed that his words and deeds are no different from those of people in the palace."
"If my prediction is correct, this boy must be a craftsman sent by Lin Luo!"
Speaking of this, a hint of murderous intent appeared on the middle-aged man's gloomy cheeks.
Yang Dong's heart tightened and he was about to explain, but he heard Yan Bingyue's cold voice sounded again.
"Yang Dong is not meticulous, this saint can testify."
"And with his status, he will never collude with Lin Luo and others."
"Saint!"
The middle-aged man said coldly,
"You're being deceived."
"First, he is a visitor from the palace; second, he did not enter through the main entrance; third, and most importantly, these corpses still retain their warmth..."
"Who do you think can kill so many people under our noses and still escape?"
Yan Bingyue frowned and couldn't answer for a moment.
Yang Dong knew that the time had come for him to speak.
"If you give me some time, I can find the real murderer."
"I think... you don't want the real murderer to go free, right?"
