The villain does one good thing every day

Outside the door, Quan Wuyong, who was locked outside, was pulling a passerby: "What happened just now?"

The man waved his hand: "What is it? I didn't see anything."

"Fart, you rushed to the front to watch the fun, haven't you seen it yet?"

The man shook off Quan Wuyu's hand and gave him a hard look: "Fuck your mother, if you say you didn't see it, you didn't see it."

"You..." Quan Wuyong didn't hold back.

No matter how hard he looked around, he couldn't find anyone who saw what happened.

When he was asking another person he didn't see, he was interrupted by a female voice, who asked, "But it's on the second floor?"

Quan Wuyong was taken aback for a moment, then looked at her: "Yes. The girl is..."

The girl didn't have time to answer, she said "No", and rushed past him.

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Inside the door, the person in charge just smiled and bowed: "If there is nothing to do, the servant will leave first."

Yu Yao stood up: "Wait."

But the manager didn't seem to hear it, he just walked out on his own, and was stopped by Ling Xing at the door.

Ling Xing stretched out an arm, blocking his way, and turned to look at him.

Still smiling, the manager cupped his hands: "I've offended you."

Then he moved, so fast that he couldn't see anyone, only an afterimage remained in place, but he had already flashed by, using the wall-penetrating technique, and was about to escape out the door.

But what kind of person is Ling Xing? He didn't move, he grabbed him back with one hand and threw him on the ground.

The manager was startled and stared at Ling Xing.

Just as Yu Yao was about to speak, there were two knocks at the door, and someone was knocking on the door.

"It's so lively, can I come in and join in the fun?"

It was Qingsong's voice.

Yu Yao opened the door, and Qingsong, who was leaning on the door frame, straightened up, looked inside with a smile, and saw the steward sitting on the ground, the steward got a glance, and quickly got up.

Qingsong put her eyes on Yu Yao again: "Can I go in?"

"of course."

Qingsong came in, glanced at Ling Xing, ignored the person in charge, went straight to the man on the bed, picked up the clothes on the ground, and put them on him: "Tsk tsk tsk, I can't see a beauty suffering."

The man cried aloud after being touched by this, and stretched out his hand to throw Qingsong, Qingsong dodged deftly, bent down: "Oh, throw everything on the ground?"

As he spoke, he picked up half of his tongue and handed it to the man on the bed. The man saw it, twitched it, and passed out.

There was another knock on the door, and while the knock was vigorous, someone shouted: "What's the matter? What's the matter? Are there any casualties?"

It was an unfamiliar female voice, very anxious, Yu Yao had never heard this voice before.

She was not the only voice outside, Quan Wuyong was also calling senior brother, Lin Wuyang and Yan Laixing also knocked on the door.

Qingsong wanted to say something again, but Yu Yao didn't look at him, and opened the door, letting the four people in.The person in charge over there asked Qingsong for instructions, and took the opportunity to leave after getting permission.

This strange woman looked to be in her early twenties, only a few years older than the youngest Ling Xing. Her hair was tied up high, her white skirt was gray gauze, and she wore blue cloth boots. The silver bracelet on her wrist jingled, and she held a Cyan sword.

As soon as she rushed in, she looked at Qingsong first, and blurted out: "Senior brother, what's the matter, are there any casualties this time?"

Quan Wuyong and Yan Laixing: "'Brother'?"

Yu Yao and Ling Xing: "'This time too'?"

Qingsong's face suddenly turned cold, and the corners of her mouth curled up: "Miss Yue, next time I come to Qing Yizhang, it's better to say hello, after all, I'm not your place after all."

Miss Yue was ashamed, pursed her lips, turned her head away, and saw the person nailed to the wall again.

She stepped up quickly and looked at Yu Yao who was standing next to the corpse: "This..."

Yu Yao nodded, and asked again: "Young lady said 'this time', could it be that the previous case of a family of four was also here?"

"How do you know?" Miss Yue was surprised and nodded, "That's right, it's this level, and..."

"Miss Yue." Qingsong opened his mouth, with an indescribable hostility on his plain face, "Please go back."

Miss Yue turned to Qingsong: "Brother, I have already said that there is something wrong with Qing Yizhang, why doesn't senior believe me?"

Qingsong leaned against the bed and folded her arms: "If there is anything strange, someone will investigate it, so what does it have to do with you?"

Miss Yue took a step forward: "I'm very worried about you, brother."

Qingsong stood up and smiled: "It's a joke, with such mediocre qualifications, why are you still worried about me? After 15 years of practicing a Qingshuang sword, you still don't think you are the master, and you are worthy of being called Xiuxian?"

Miss Yue's face turned red, she clenched her sword and stepped back, looked at the man nailed to the wall, and then at Yu Yao: "Brother, help me put this gentleman down first?"

Yu Yao raised her hand to stop her: "Don't worry, it's better to wait for the arrester to come quickly."

After hearing this, Qingsong turned to look at Yu Yao with a pleasant smile: "I listened to Patriarch Quan's intention to disturb this matter?"

Yu Yao looked at him: "Do you know my name?"

Qingsong didn't answer: "How could I not know."

Quan Wuyong came up to look at the corpse, and frowned: "What a ruthless method, is it seeking revenge?"

Yan Laixing disagreed. He pointed to the man whose tongue had been cut off on the bed: "If you're looking for revenge, why do you implicate the innocent?"

Only now did Lin Wuyang see a fainted person on the bed, bleeding from his mouth, so he ran up to check: "Hey, hey, stop talking, help him stop the bleeding first."

Quan Wuyong was studying the nails for nailing his hands, and turned to Lin Wuyang and shouted: "Don't shout, he won't die."

Then he looked at Qingsong: "Do you have gauze here?"

Qingsong ignored him, and didn't even look at him. As soon as Miss Yue heard this, she immediately rummaged in the cabinet: "Yes, there are in every room."

After all, he actually dug out some ointment and gauze, handed it to Quan Wuyong, and Quan Wuyong threw it to Lin Wuyang.

He went back to study the corpse and found that Ling Xing was also standing beside him, talking to Yu Yao for some unknown reason.

When no one was paying attention, Ling Xing stretched out her hand and tapped the nail in the palm of her hand, and the nail suddenly turned white. Looking carefully, it was not a nail at all, it was clearly a thick finger bone.

Yu Yao nodded: "I just said that this hand is wrong."

Ling Xing told him: "The inner bone is used as a murder weapon, and there are no wounds on the body. I'm afraid it's not something humans can do."

Quan Wuyong heard it and leaned forward: "You mean, there is evil here?"

"Not necessarily." Ling Xing replied to him, and turned to stare at him, "It may also be a Taoist priest who cultivates immortals, a monk who recites Buddha, or a god."

Quan Wuyong sensed Ling Xing's hostility, touched his nose, and stepped aside.

At this moment, Qingsong's mind is on Miss Yue who is bandaging the man on the bed.

Lin Wuyang helped the man up, and Miss Yue helped him sprinkle medicinal powder on the severed tongue.

For some reason, Qingsong was very irritable, he looked at Miss Yue, not angry: "What do you care about him?"

Miss Yue took care of him carefully, and although she didn't look back, she replied to him: "You can't look at people like this, let's just ignore it. Treating guests like this is not good for senior brother's business."

Qingsong gritted his teeth: "Okay, if you really want my business to be successful, don't worry about what happens to me all day long, and go and sue the kid named An to cause trouble for me."

Miss Yue seemed to want to explain something, but she still took care of the patient in her hands first. "Senior brother, my junior brother and I are also worried about you, Qing Yizhang's murder cases are not limited to these few..."

"That's enough." Qingsong interrupted her, "Stop yelling at senior fellow apprentices all day long, I am no longer from the Chiang Rai sect."

Miss Yue stopped her hands and turned to look at him: "Senior Brother..."

Qingsong stretched out her hand and pulled her up, and the medicine plate on Miss Yue's lap splattered all over the floor.The other men in the room stepped forward and said, "What are you doing?!"

Qingsong found that he was too rude, so he coughed and let go.

He stretched out his hand to make a request, and issued an order to evict the moon girl: "Please."

Miss Yue looked at him pleadingly: "Senior brother..."

Qingsong's face was very cold.

Miss Yue had no choice but to pick up the medicine on the ground and hand it to Lin Wuyang, ready to leave.

But Yan Laixing couldn't understand Qingsong's rudeness at all. He stretched out his hand to stop him: "Wait a minute." Then he turned to Qingsong: "I said, sir, Miss Yue is bandaging the wounded, what's bothering you? Look. If you are not used to it, let it go, who are you?"

Quan Wuyong tugged at his sleeve: "He is the old man Qingsong, the master of Qing Yizhang."

"Hahaha." Yan Laixing looked up to the sky and laughed, then stopped, "...Huh?"

Qingsong always has a calm and warm smile when facing outsiders: "Since it's my territory, I don't need to ask everyone for instructions, right?"

Yan Laixing was speechless.

Yu Yao interrupted suddenly: "Since Miss Yue is leaving first, please do me a favor and ask Butou An to come over. I'll wait here and guard the scene."

When Miss Yue heard this, she was overjoyed and her eyes lit up: "Really?"

After talking about something, he looked at Qingsong worriedly.But Qingsong didn't look at him, but stared at the nosy Yu Yao with a very gloomy gaze.

Quan Wuyong also echoed: "Yes, girl, don't worry, leave it to us."

Qingsong walked towards Yu Yao with a smile, but Ling Xing blocked her before she got close.

Yu Yao reached out and patted Ling Xing's shoulder, and glanced at him. Ling Xing thought for a while and moved away.

Qingsong said: "Patriarch Quan, let's chat?"

Yu Yao nodded.

Qingsong took a few steps to the side, cast a spell so that others could not hear their voices, and when Yu Yao followed, he cut to the chase and said, "Patriarch, please don't meddle in your own business."

Yu Yao smiled: "Such a big murder case, can't it be a nostalgia?"

Qingsong spread her hands: "That's right, someone will come to investigate, why should you worry too much?"

Yu Yao squinted her eyes: "Isn't it okay to catch the head?"

Qingsong paused, then smiled kindly: "Look at your question, it's meddling."

Yu Yao looked at him: "It can't be counted, just ask, it's easy to do."

Qingsong stopped laughing: "If you want to take advantage of me to set up an evil formation, you have to follow my rules. Or do you Beihai have the ability to force me to do things?"

Yu Yao was stunned, and asked after a while, "Do you know what I want?"

"How can you not know. I know what you asked for on the way, I know where you came from all the way, and I even know where you should go to the next place."

Yu Yao licked her lips, but said nothing.

Qingsong said again: "Patriarch Quan has worked hard. Give me clothes, hang out with me, and ask for help if you want to build a good relationship. But, have you seen that painting? With the painting, I will repay your gift of clothes , counting, the two are not in debt. That child has a good heart, but he didn't see your painstaking efforts, so don't be harsh on him. "

Yu Yao looked up at him.

Qingsong continued: "Let me also tell you the truth. I am not a gentleman, and Qing Yizhang's matter is far more troublesome than you think. It is a good thing if you don't ask. I don't owe you anything, you still want to find me Help, why don't you sell me a favor first."

Yu Yao fell silent.

Qingsong waited for him patiently.

After a while, Yu Yao looked up: "Really?"

Qingsong smiled: "I can borrow the land with you tomorrow, and you can set up the enchantment."

Yu Yao nodded.

Qingsong cupped his hands and turned to leave, but Yu Yao stopped him.

"Old man Qingsong is extremely intelligent, but he is a little nervous in front of his junior sister."

Qingsong didn't understand what it meant, and said with a smile, "Huh?"

Yu Yao stared at him: "It's like a different person."