"Something happened?!" The ghost leader's face changed slightly, and others were also surprised when they heard Bo Rong's words.
The crowd was about to boil again, but the leaders quickly stopped their noise.
"Little friend Bai Rong, what happened to the master of the house? Can you tell me in detail, or let me go in and take a look?" The master of Zhenshan Halberd rode his horse forward and said, stroking his beard.
"Let you watch?" Bo Rong gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged with anger, "The master of the house has already taken over the crane! Do you guys still dare to disturb his peace and quiet?"
"This..." Zhenshan Halberd Master's expression changed upon hearing this, and even his horse took a few steps back.
Not only him, but everyone present was instantly shocked and turned pale after hearing the news.
"The owner of the restaurant is dead?!"
"...Isn't he very powerful? Why did he die suddenly?"
"When...what does this have to do with us...?"
The various factions started discussing fiercely like a pot exploding. The heads of the seven sects no longer had the intention to care about their disciples, and they found it difficult to accept this bolt from the blue.
Listening to the other party's conversation as if it were a joke, Bo Rong was so angry that his whole body trembled. He stamped his foot violently, tears welling up in his eyes: "Shut up, everyone!"
The crowd was shocked by him and fell into silence.
"The master of the house is kind and friendly, and the sword studio is in a corner... The only thing that will cause trouble is that it involves your Jinji Fengjian! The death of the master of the house must be related to you!" He bowed down and shouted with all his strength. shouted. The sound bounced off the wall, stirring up echoes.
The ghost leader frowned and looked at each other in confusion without saying a word.
"You can't slander someone with empty words."
At this time, the old woman named Jiang Ji spoke.
Her voice was unpleasant, like a frosted eggplant or a door hinge that hadn't been turned for a long time. It was thorny and disgusting. But what she said was true. Bo Rong had no evidence to prove that the sudden death of the master was due to the Seven Sects, so he was making trouble unreasonably.
"You..." Bo Rong's red and swollen eyes looked frightening.
"That's it. Do you have any evidence?" The old woman then chuckled.
Fu Yunge and Dongfang Shiming both frowned. Under such a current situation, the leader is still able to laugh. Just to win this little bit of verbal advantage is too reckless.
Her laughter was unbearable for the other heads and they quickly interrupted her. At this time, Master Long also came forward and said kindly: "We are also sad about this matter. Now that the matter has come to this, why not let us help you investigate the whereabouts of the murderer, which can be regarded as a little reward for the Lord's help over the years."
Several other heads also nodded in agreement. This is true. The master of the house has given Jinji Fengjian help for many years. They are bound to do this due to emotions and reasons. Moreover, Bo Rong's grudge against the Seven Sects is so deep that only by working with them to catch the murderer can Moyu Daozhai and Jinji Fengjian not become enmity over this.
The Ghost Leader glanced at the Dragon Leader, and after thinking for a moment, he solemnly nodded to Bo Rong: "That's right. In order to prove the innocence of the Seven Sects, please let us assist you in this matter."
"You?" Bo Rong was about to get angry again, but was stopped by several fellow disciples behind him. One of them was the leading disciple who brought Fu Yunge and others to visit the master that day. He also looked very sad, with red eyes.
Several disciples behind him grabbed Bo Rong, lowered their heads and whispered something to him. Bo Rong's expression was firmly negative at first, but he was persuaded to relent after a while. Finally, he turned around. Although he was still very hostile, his eyes softened slightly.
"What do you think?" The ghost leader asked after seeing them finish their discussion.
Bo Rong looked around at everyone with hateful eyes, as if the person in front of him was the gang that committed the murder of the owner. But in the end, he softened his tone a bit, clenched his fists and said, "You... can come in."
Although he still hasn't said whether he agrees to their assistance, now that he has relented, it has relaxed a lot for everyone.
Just as everyone was about to enter, the disciples quickly blocked the door: "You guys, enter one by one. Horses cannot enter."
With no other option, everyone placed their horses outside the Sword Studio and filed in one by one through the gaps between the Sword Studio disciples.
Fu Yunge and others followed behind, feeling uneasy inside.
The corridor in the sword studio was not spacious to begin with, but now so many people were pouring in at the same time, it even became a bit crowded. Fu Yunge and Fu Yunge were almost at the end of the crowd, and it was difficult to see clearly what was going on in front of them.
In front of Mingzhai Hall, Bo Rong and several disciples led several masters to walk in front, and they could already vaguely see the situation inside the hall.
Bo Rong glanced at the long queue with dissatisfaction, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
He tried his best to suppress his anger and said in a deep voice: "The Mingzhai Hall is narrow and you can't all go in. Please invite some heads."
There were about four sect leaders walking in front. When they heard this, they nodded in compromise and took the lead in observing. Headmaster Long and the other two heads were walking behind. After hearing what Bo Rong said, they passed through the crowd and squeezed to the front of the team.
"Three of you, please wait a moment." Bo Rong looked at the leaders who came after him and said coldly.
There was no choice but to wait outside the door. The crowd stopped moving and could not help but whisper again.
The swordsman disciples looked at this situation, as if their master's tragic death had become the object of public viewing. The more they thought about it, the more sad and angry they became.
At this time, several sect leaders were looking at the dead body of the Zhai Master and each had their own thoughts.
The first person to come out was the old woman named Jiang Ji. She stroked the white silk hair on her temples and walked slowly out of Mingzhai Hall. Seeing the anxious eyes of everyone outside the door, he just snorted and said nothing.
Not long after, the ghost leader and several others also came out. After they had read everything, Master Long and others entered the hall to check again.
After about two sticks of incense, all the heads had finished reading.
Bo Rong has been silently guarding the door like a stone sculpture, his grief visible to the naked eye. He seemed to be in a trance for a long time, and he slowly woke up from his memories until he saw the last master slowly returning from the hall.
