At the same time, Pi San led a group of younger brothers to the back door of a wealthy family in the city.
The servant at the back door obviously recognized Pi San and let him in directly.
Pi San walked through a small path in the backyard and arrived in front of a wing. He immediately put on a flattering smile, bent over the door and shouted:
"Mr. Zhao, it's me, Pi San."
Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the house, and not long after, an impatient curse came out: "You are disturbing people's dreams in the morning, get out of here!"
Pi San shrank his neck and quickly opened the door and went in. The charcoal fire in the room was full of fire, and the rich smell of rouge and gouache was mixed in, which stung his nose.
He resisted the desire to sneeze, glanced around, and immediately saw a shirtless young man sitting at the table drinking tea.
"Master Zhao..."
Pi San hurriedly came over, with a grimace on his face, "The things you asked me to do..."
When Mr. Zhao heard this tone, he immediately looked over with cold eyes, "What? Aren't you Pi San the so-called street fighter who is invincible? You can't even catch a little beauty?"
"Sir, I went there last night."
Pi San hurriedly explained: "But just when we were about to take action, we were knocked unconscious and we couldn't even see the figure clearly. It's so weird!"
"oh?"
Mr. Zhao suddenly became interested, "But the one you mentioned, Tiejiang Chen, took action?"
Pi San immediately shook his head, "The young one went over specially when Tiejiang Chen was not at home. He was definitely not the one who attacked us."
"interesting."
Mr. Zhao had a sinister smile on his face.
Pi San had been searching for beauties for him before, and he always succeeded, but after a long time, he got tired of them.
"Forget it, you don't need to worry about this anymore. I want to see how beautiful the boss of Dongcheng Zifang is, and how he actually attracted the help of the Flower Protector secretly."
Mr. Zhao made up his mind, stood up and pointed to the back room behind the curtain, "Throw the people inside to Chunxiangyuan."
After saying this, Mr. Zhao put on his cotton coat and was about to go out. However, before he could cross the threshold, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.
Then his eyes widened, and before he could take a breath, he fell down in a daze.
Pi San looked back and was immediately shocked, "Mr. Zhao!"
He stepped forward and touched the side of Mr. Zhao's neck. He immediately turned pale with fright and withdrew his hand as fast as lightning.
Dead...dead? !
Pi San looked embarrassed. This pervert should have died on the woman's belly long ago. If he had to wait for him to come over and die suddenly, wouldn't it be harmful to others?
The Zhao family is extremely powerful. If this matter is found out to him, he will definitely die. What should he do?
Pi San's expression changed for a while, and he suddenly got up, dragged Mr. Zhao's body back to the door, and closed the door carefully.
Then, he put on a smiling face and walked out of the hospital as if nothing had happened.
Pi San's younger brothers were still waiting outside the yard. When they saw the boss coming out safe and sound, they immediately went to greet him.
"Nothing, nothing."
Pi San waved his hand, "This can't be done. Mr. Zhao didn't blame me and gave us new instructions. Let's leave quickly."
The boys all relaxed after hearing this and followed Pi San as they walked out the door, talking and laughing.
One of the younger brothers noticed something was wrong and couldn't help but ask: "Boss, why are you sweating so much on your head?"
Pi San trembled when he heard that, and immediately cursed: "You are the only one who talks too much, so hurry up and leave!"
The younger brother shrank his head, not daring to ask any more questions at the moment, and the group left quickly.
After a cup of tea, with a frightened scream, the news of Mr. Zhao's death immediately reached the ears of the family owner through the servants.
"What did you say?! My son is dead?"
The head of the Zhao family was drinking tea with the city lord Zhao Qiong. Hearing the news, he was shocked and furious. He immediately got up and left without even saying hello.
Seeing this, the confidant standing next to Zhao Qiong showed a hint of dissatisfaction on his face, and couldn't help but said: "Master, this Zhao Jiang is getting more and more arrogant now. Even you
Don't even take it seriously. "
Zhao Qiong smiled slightly: "When one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven, it's hard not to be arrogant."
"But in this case, if he wants to be the lord of this city one day..."
The confidant looked worried, "How should you deal with yourself?"
"Then leave it to him and stay humble."
Zhao Qiong laughed: "My Zhao family has been in existence for thousands of years. I have experienced many such situations. How can he, a nouveau riche who has only been in power for fifty years, compare to him?"
At this point, Zhao Qiong picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said slowly: "I often walk by the river, how can my shoes not get wet? Just look, they won't be able to jump around for long."
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"Master Zhao, I have inspected your young master's remains, and there is no sign of monks' interference."
The middle-aged scribe sat down in the guest seat, with obvious hesitation on his face.
The head of the family, Zhao Jiang, looked livid, "There is no one around. If Luo Gongfeng has something to say, you might as well say it directly. I can bear it."
When the middle-aged scribe heard this, he finally sighed and said, "I see that your noble son's Yang Qi has been damaged, which is a sign of excessive sexual indulgence. This time, I am afraid that Yuan Yang will be exhausted and even violent..."
"Luo worships!"
Zhao Jiang couldn't hide the anger on his face, and his words had lost all etiquette, with a hint of venom: "My son must have been murdered to death! Please ask Luo Chongfeng to investigate this matter on your behalf."
The middle-aged scribe looked troubled: "This..."
Zhao Jiang snorted coldly, "As long as Luo Congfeng handles this matter well, I will definitely inform the second son. Then it will not be difficult for Luo Congfeng to take up the post in Guimu Valley."
As soon as these words came out, the embarrassment on the middle-aged scholar's face immediately disappeared, he stood up and clasped his fists, saying, "I will definitely seek justice for Mr. Zhao!"
The head of the family, Zhao Jiang, looked slightly relieved and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard work!"
The middle-aged scribe waved his hands repeatedly.
He, Luo Hai, was a casual cultivator who came to the Zhao family to worship. He was waiting for the opportunity to enter Guimu Valley. Now that the opportunity had come, how could he not seize it tightly.
At this moment, Luo Hai acted even more anxious than the head of the family, Zhao Jiang, and immediately stood up and said, "Without further delay, I will go investigate the case immediately."
After saying that, Luo Hai didn't wait for Zhao Jiang to say anything, and disappeared outside the gate in a few flashes.
Through the mouth of the servant of the Zhao family, Luo Hai soon learned that Mr. Zhao had met Pi San before his death.
He followed the trace left by Pi San in the courtyard and flew to a ruined temple outside the city.
Luo Hai stepped in and saw corpses scattered on the ground in the temple, and his pupils shrank slightly.
A trace of aura disappeared into one of the corpses. Luo Hai stepped forward and took a closer look. It was Pi San.
He looked solemn and immediately leaned over to check.
Originally, he just wanted to find a scapegoat to calm Zhao Jiang's anger, quickly settle the matter and go to Guimu Valley, but now it seems that the matter is not simple.
This Pi San had just left Zhao's house with his front legs, but died in the ruined temple with his back legs. It looked like murder and silence.
Is the Zhao family leader's angry words a mistake?
"The person who was able to hide from my inspection and disguise Mr. Zhao as a sudden death..."
Luo Hai paused in the middle of his words. He stared at the corpse in front of him, feeling his scalp numb and a cold air rushing straight to the top of his head.
"What...what's going on?!"
Luo Hai was shocked for a moment, then quickly suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart, rolled up all the corpses with his sleeves and put them into the storage ring, turned around and left.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the bodies of Pi San and others were lined up and neatly placed in the Zhao family courtyard.
A look of fear flashed across Zhao Jiang's eyes, and there was indeed anger on the surface, and he said in a deep voice: "Luo Zongfeng, do you think that if you find a few scapegoats, I will expose this matter?"
"Master Zhao has misunderstood."
Luo Hai's tone was a little low, "I did not kill these people. An hour ago, they came to see your young master, but when I found them, they were all dead!"
Zhao Jiang immediately trembled, "What did you say?!"
He didn't know what his son was
With such virtue, it is not surprising at all that he died on a woman's belly. It was just that he was unwilling to accept it, so he asked Luo Hai to investigate. Unexpectedly, he actually found out something fishy.
"Master Zhao, this matter is not simple."
Luo Hai spoke solemnly, "These people died as early as last night!"
As soon as these words came out, the two servants waiting by the wall instantly turned pale as paper.
Pi San died last night, so who was the "Pi San" they saw this morning?
The servants were all frightened, and an unspeakable panic spread in the small courtyard.
"Ghost! It must be a ghost!"
"The eldest young master has killed so many people, they must be here to settle the score..."
"..."
"Shut up!"
Zhao Jiang also had panic in his eyes. At this moment, he forced himself to calm down and scolded sternly: "Get out of here, all those embarrassing things!"
The servants had long been frightened out of their courage. When they heard this, they all ran away in the blink of an eye as if they were being amnesty.
"Master Zhao, listen to my advice."
Luo Hai's expression was not good-looking, "This person's methods are treacherous, and his cultivation level may be higher than mine. He only attacked your noble master, which means he didn't anger anyone else."
If we investigate again rashly and anger him, I'm afraid it will lead to even worse consequences. "
"You want me to settle the matter?"
The veins on Zhao Jiang's forehead were slightly exposed, and he gritted his teeth: "My son is dead, and you want me to settle the matter? Luo Chongfeng, are you the worshiper of my Zhao family?"
Luo Hai clasped his fists perfunctorily, and his tone became colder: "If the Zhao family head insists on having his own way, today I will no longer be worshiping you."
"What?!"
Zhao Jiang's face was filled with astonishment, "Luo Zongfeng, you don't want to enter Guimu Valley anymore?"
"Of course I do."
Luo Hai's face showed sarcasm, "No matter how good the sect is, it must have a destiny to advance. I don't want to lose my life in vain, so I say goodbye!"
When it comes to this, there is no room for change.
Luo Hai waved his sleeves without saying a word, and a whisk appeared under his feet, and left in an instant, leaving Zhao Jiang alone with a dull look on his face and at a loss.
Luo Hai left the Zhao family, but he was not in a hurry to leave Dushuicheng.
He has been cultivating for more than thirty years, and he can survive until now because he is cautious and careful every step of the way.
Naturally, he was not going to investigate the Zhao family's affairs any more.
Rumors have been spreading in the east of the city recently, saying that a civet cat came to Yecuiju to buy wine. Many people nearby also saw it and described it vividly.
At the moment, he can't think of any other way to obtain cultivation resources, so he might as well just wait and see, maybe he can catch the civet cat and sell it to the market for a good price.
Thinking like this, Luo Hai folded the fly whisk at his feet and immediately changed direction and headed towards the downtown area of Dongcheng.
