Wang Qi'an was surprised and said:
"Who aroused senior's suspicion?"
Hu Luanjiao's eyes suddenly burst into light, as if he had suddenly become dozens of years younger.
“Qingyang Palace presides over Qingyu.
Qingyang Palace is also considered a well-known and decent family, but the old man felt uncomfortable all over when he saw this sapphire man.
Although this person does not have a bad reputation, he exudes an evil aura, and I am afraid there is something very complicated behind him. "
Hu Luanjiao said, then suddenly stopped, with a strange look on his face.
Wang Qian felt that someone was approaching quickly behind him.
"It seems that this Chengdu mansion is really too small. I didn't expect that within an hour of separation, Pindao would meet my little brother again."
Unexpectedly, Cao Cao arrived.
The visitor was obviously Qingyu, the host of Qingyang Palace.
Qingyu seems to have no intention of pursuing Wang Qi'an for causing trouble in Wuhou Mansion.
He sat down on the bench between the two of them, and without being polite, grabbed the wine jar in front of Wang Qi'an and filled a bowl for himself.
"You know, little brother, if word spreads about the battle at Wuhou Mansion, I'm afraid you will be famous all over Sichuan and Shu immediately."
Seeing that Wang Qi'an only smiled slightly, without any sign of pride, a trace of surprise flashed in Qingyu's eyes.
"In today's world, apart from the 'Magic Spear' Xia Yanqi, I really can't think of anyone else who can achieve such a superb level of marksmanship. I wonder what Brother Luan Jiao thinks?"
Hu Luanjiao didn't say anything. He put one leg on the stool and just drank.
Qingyu seemed to be accustomed to Hu Luanjiao's cold attitude, and turned back to Wang Qi'an:
"My little brother crippled Sima Shouyi's martial arts in front of everyone from the Wuhou Sect. This incident has made Zhuge Xian's nephew lose all face. You have to be careful about him causing trouble for you in the future."
Hu Luanjiao laughed dryly and said to himself:
"I'm afraid this matter won't worry anyone!"
Qingyu didn't feel dissatisfied and continued in a deep voice:
"Recently, there have been several murderous cases in Chengdu. Have you heard about them?
The corpse of the deceased was hardened and dried up, like a zombie. What is even more cruel is that the heart and liver were dug out by sharp weapons such as iron claws. "
Wang Qi'an and Hu Luanjiao exchanged strange looks, and both were shocked.
"How can Taoist Master be sure that the murderer used iron claws?"
Wang Qi'an asked doubtfully.
Qingyu said quite confidently:
"Pindao has liked to study various weapons since he was a child, so he can roughly determine what the opponent was injured by just looking at the wound."
Hu Luanjiao suddenly stopped raising the gourd pot to his mouth and said lightly:
"Since you can identify the murder weapon, you must also have an idea of who the murderer is, right?"
Qingyu laughed and said:
"Brother Luan Jiao may have overestimated Pindao. At present, we only know that the victims were all wealthy families who came to participate in the selection meeting for the entry-level disciples of Xuezhao Palace."
Qingyu paused for a moment and then said:
"Xuezhao Palace has realized that this matter is closely related to them. It notified Huanhuaxi, Xinxiang Temple and our palace early this morning, hoping to help them find the murderer and bring justice to the deceased.
You two are highly skilled in martial arts, would you be willing to lend a hand in catching the murderer? "
Hu Luanjiao stood up and stretched his muscles, yawned, patted his mouth, and said lazily:
"The old man has not asked about the affairs of the world for decades. Don't come to me for this kind of thing. Little brother, if you have a chance to drink again, the old man will take the first step."
As he spoke, he tied up the gourd pot, stretched out his arm, grabbed an unopened jar of 'Xue Jian Xiang' from the table next to him, and strode towards the door.
"Old man, why did you take our wine..."
When the guests at the next table reacted and cursed, Hu Luanjiao had disappeared from the door.
"Have you ever heard of the legend of the 'Blood Demon', Taoist Priest?"
Wang Qi'an asked the question, his eyes staring at Qingyu for a moment.
Qingyu was stunned and then said in shock:
"Could the little brother be referring to the blood-sucking demon Shen Rentu from a hundred years ago?"
Wang Qi'an did not miss the slightest change in the expression on his face. Seeing that his reaction was not artificial, he couldn't help but murmur in his heart, could this matter have nothing to do with him?
His heart moved, and while he continued to observe the changes in Qingyu's expression, he encountered the murder of the Bizhulin disciple in the future, and Hu Ruanjiao's guess about the murderer was all revealed, except for the section about Taoist Zuo Xuan.
Qingyu looked stunned after hearing this, and said solemnly:
"Brother Luan Jiao's knowledge and experience are beyond comparison with those of Qingyu. Since he has judged like this, he is afraid that he will be inseparable.
It seems that the seriousness of this matter may be far greater than everyone thought. I have to inform others immediately. If you need me in Chengdu, little brother, you can come to see me at Qingyu Palace. Today I will go ahead and say goodbye. "
After Qingyu left, Wang Qi'an became a little confused.
Although this person had an evil aura about him, judging from his reaction, there was no trace of it having anything to do with the murder.
Is the sapphire too unfathomable?
Or was it Hu Luanjiao's misjudgment?
Or is Hu Luanjiao also deceiving and using himself?
Wang Qian suddenly patted his neck, shook his head, and thought:
"'Blood Demon' or not, we can't control that much for the time being. Finding Du Qianqiu first is the most important thing!"
Wang Qian stepped out of Xuejian Tower and walked along the main street, searching aimlessly among the crowds on both sides.
At this time, he caught a glimpse of a young man in ragged clothes walking quickly towards him, holding a five-foot bamboo stick in his hand.
"Our boss Qiu said he wants to see you!"
This man's physical skills were excellent. He hurriedly stuffed a wad of paper into Wang Qi'an's hands and passed by.
After Wang Qi'an unfolded it, he saw that it read:
"The Wu family's mansion in the east of the city, your Excellency wants news."
Wang Qian's heart jumped, and he turned around to see that the man had disappeared into the crowd and disappeared.
The Wu family's mansion is indeed a mansion, but the surrounding area is covered with chest-high weeds, the walls are dilapidated, and the family status has been ruined.
It seems to have been abandoned for a long time.
Wang Qi'an walked through the front yard and came to the central hall.
There was nothing else in the hall except a few wooden chairs and an old old table.
However, there were a few straw mats spread on both sides of the wall, with quilts and a few tattered clothes on them.
There was a person huddled on one of the mats, with his back to Wang Qian.
"My friend is Boss Qiu?"
Wang Qi'an saw that his figure was very similar to Boss Qiu who attacked him today, so he asked.
Seeing that this man was motionless and unresponsive, Wang Qian suddenly woke up and jumped forward.
He grabbed the man's wrist and turned him over.
This person is undoubtedly Boss Qiu, but he is already a corpse.
His eyes were closed and his face turned purple.
The pulse has stopped and there is no breath.
At this time, there was a loud sound of wind outside the door.
In the blink of an eye, several figures had entered the hall.
Wang Qi'an stood up and saw that the people who came were all wearing knotted clothes and holding bamboo sticks.
The first person is a thin man with a wrinkled face and white beard and hair. He must be seventy or eighty years old at least.
To the left of this person is a young man with a dirty face, who is the one who handed the note to him today.
On the right is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a round face, a thick neck, small eyes and a big nose.
Behind the three people, there was one person, but it was Liu Laojiu whom Wang Qian met for the first time.
"Elder, this is the man who killed Boss Qiu. You must uphold justice and avenge him."
Liu Laojiu stepped forward and pointed at Wang Qian, with a sad and angry tone.
