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Chapter 745 The Unfortunate Female Cultivator's Counterattack 33
Lan Shuying took time to glance at the bewildered Tantai Yunmiao, and comforted her in a gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, I won't let your family have any accidents."

Tantai Yunmiao hesitated for a while before nodding: "...um."

To find out the murderer, she first planned to find out where He Miao's accident happened.

When the two separated, He Miao did not clearly say where he was going next.

Should I go back to Jiange, or continue to travel?
Moreover, after that night, Lan Shuying's route gradually moved away from the North Five States, and it was not known until a few months later. Even if He Miao had left some breath on the road, with his cultivation base, it would have been gone long ago.

Lan Shuying remembered that she had received a thank you gift from He Miao, and tried to use the things in the storage bag to trace the traces of the old owner.

It's a pity that those are dead objects, and the tracking technique is invalid.

In this case, Lan Shuying thought of another way:
He Miao left a drop of blood in Jiange before going out. As long as the drop of blood is still there, she is sure to find him.

In short, to live you need to see people, and to die you need to see corpses.

On the way to Jiange, Lan Shuying recalled the voice and appearance of the young man, and couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in her heart.

The child seemed indifferent, but in fact his heart was very pure.

Because he believed that she had saved He Qing's life, he always wanted to repay it. Before entering the ghost village, he rushed to interview the murals in front of her. Later, when he faced the crazy bride, he was obviously afraid, but he still stubbornly stood in front of her... …

Lan Shuying is used to life and death, and she also understands that parting is inevitable, but she must find out what He Miao has experienced.

If there is a grudge, then avenge it for him, and wash away the grievance for herself by the way.

The atmosphere in Jiange was obviously different from last time.

Lan Shuying encountered a person who was arguing repeatedly, but was kicked out by the disciples of Law Enforcement Hall.

The man was so anxious that he was about to cry.

His cultivation base is obviously higher than those two disciples, but he is too weak to resist.

This cowardly posture seemed somewhat familiar.

Lan Shuying looked at it for a while, and determined that this person was the big-faced casual cultivator who entered the secret realm of the spring with her. He Miao also handed over a life-saving thank you gift for him.

The casual cultivator didn't leave after being chased away, he wandered near the entrance, and tried to chat with the high-ranking disciples of the Jiange when he saw them passing by.

Lan Shuying listened quietly for a while, her heart warmed slightly.

It turned out that Sanxiu heard that Fang Ya was the most suspected person, so he rushed over to defend her.

However, he was soft-spoken and not good at talking, and his words seemed very unreliable, and seemed to have annoyed someone, so he was ordered to be kicked out by the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall.

"Fellow Daoist." She covered her face with magic and called him softly.

When Sanxiu heard this voice that he remembered deeply, he ran over excitedly: "Fairy!"

"Fairy, are you here to prove your innocence? I told them that you are not that kind of person, but no one believed me!" Sanxiu stared at a pair of big eyes, angry and wronged.

He is a man who has lived a long time, no matter how bad he is, he is a monk in the Jindan period, but he was humiliated by the Law Enforcement Hall.

Lan Shuying thought, if he hadn't been cowardly by nature, there would have been trouble here long ago.

"Let's talk somewhere else."

She led him into the private room of the teahouse and asked him about He Miao.

It's a pity that casual cultivators don't know anything.

He had a good impression of He Miao, and when he heard that something had happened, he went back to that wilderness to investigate—there was no sign of a fight there.

"I see, thank you."

Lan Shuying said that she had a way to reassure him and stop doing what he did today.

Sanxiu scratched his head embarrassingly: "Hey, okay, then I will stop making trouble, and I can't make trouble for you, fairy."

After appeasing the enthusiastic casual cultivator, Lan Shuying took off her disguise, and relying on the deep impression left by her last gift, she used the method of brushing her face to enter the inner courtyard smoothly.

When meeting the pavilion master, she claimed to have learned a tracking technique and asked to join the investigation team.

Jiange lost a proud disciple. At that time, he was full of anger and made a big fuss. I don't know which force was fanning the flames in the dark, and the final result was to put Jiange on a high place.

If they still can't find out the results, they will be ashamed.

Therefore, at this juncture, the young master of the Tantai family suddenly appeared. She was still standing on the side of Jiange and asked to join the investigation. The senior leaders of Jiange were very happy.

Lan Shuying didn't want to cause trouble for the Tantai family, so she didn't identify her as Fang Ya at all.

She took the drop of blood essence that He Miao had left in the jade tablet, performed the spell, and followed her breath, chasing all the way to the north of Liangcheng.

Before she came back this time, she had already reached the state of leaving the body, and what she showed to others was only the initial stage of the Nascent Soul.

Even so, this speed is enough to shake the Jiange up and down.

Her former master, the Pavilion Master, fell into self-doubt: Is the mentality of the Tantai family really so powerful?

Lan Shuying quickly pretended that she got the chance while traveling.

Only then did everyone uncover it.

Lan Shuying was afraid that the spell would fail, so she hurried on her way. In addition, she hated the behavior of the elders of the Law Enforcement Hall to drive people away casually, so she didn't save face for the Law Enforcement Hall, and quickly drove away those who followed her to investigate the case.

Toffee is attached to the thousand-year-old locust tree in Jiange, and no useful information has been sent yet, but Lan Shuying has already found the place where He Miao was suspected to have been killed.

When her essence and blood were exhausted, she was led to a shore.

There was dried blood on the stone, and half of He Miao's spirit sword was fished out of the water.

Through the various traces left at the scene, Lan Shuying has connected the past in his mind.

Honglian said: "There is no death here, he was taken away after being injured."

He Miao is a water spirit root. He can display stronger strength by the water, but the opponent can interrupt his weapon and take people away... Lan Shuying observed the traces, "It seems that there is more than one murderer. , It was done by evil monks."

She suddenly thought of something.

After pulling out the list and finding a certain place, a trace of remorse flashed across Lan Shuying's eyes.

Honglian speculated: "Is it related to the old acquaintance of Queen Yinquan?"

"Well... If I had gone in this direction at that time, maybe he would have been fine."

But she chose the exact opposite direction.

It was only when He Miao walked this way that he bumped into the murderer.

Lan Shuying used the broken sword to perform the spell again.

Canjian is slightly spiritual, it still thinks of its master, and with the support of her spiritual power, it floats tremblingly and flies in one direction, as if it is leading her.

However, Lan Shuying knew that even if she got there, it would be impossible to bring back the living He Miao.

……

Wait until the Jiange Law Enforcement Hall follows the mark she left to find this villa.

There was no sound, and the evil cultivators in strange clothes were lying in a pool of blood.

The method of death is very neat, all are sword wounds, but the technique seems to be caused by a dagger. The state of the corpses varies, and even Jindan cultivators are fatal in one blow.

The female cultivator in white who did all this sat on the roof of the pavilion with her legs bent, holding a scraped sword with her fingertips.

(End of this chapter)