There are always people who covet the beauty of God

Dinghai City is not too far from Linchuan, and it will arrive within five or six hours on horseback.A few days ago, at the practical banquet in the villa, Zhang's father and son were also there, and they stayed in the villa after the practical banquet.

The movement in the owner's yard that night was actually not big, but for the guards patrolling day and night in the villa, it was surprisingly loud, especially when they passed by, the owner's room was in a mess, and the young owner was arrested. The man broke his leg and threw it on the ground.

What's worse is that Liu Yun, who went to treat the young master, found that the wine in the house had cartilage powder...

The owner and Daoist Lian disappeared without a trace, the young owner's leg was broken in the owner's room, there was loose cartilage in the wine...

Once these points are connected in series, it is enough for anyone to speculate.

It's just that no one can figure it out, the owner of the villa is obviously going to retire, and he has also taught all the property under his name to the young owner of the villa, what is there for him to be dissatisfied with?Do you have to prescribe drugs to murder the owner?

This fact is so outrageous that many people in the village couldn't figure it out. Manager Xu believed that the young village owner would avenge the murder of the villa owner, and said that he would expel the young village owner from the villa, and then sent someone out to find the villa owner.Zhao Guanshi insisted that there must be a conspiracy in this matter, otherwise the owner would have left all the properties under his name to the young owner. What motive does the young owner have to murder the owner?

The villa then divided into two factions, headed by Guanshi Xu and Guanshi Zhao. Now the two groups are arguing every day. The Zhujian Villa, which used to be monolithic in the past, is now divided among people.

Fortunately, the owner is safe and sound.To be honest, Master Zhang breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that the owner was safe and sound.

After listening to Master Zhang's description, there was no change in Lin Jue's face, he said: "It was indeed unexpected that night, but since I have already handed over the villa to Fu Sui, you should listen to him carefully in the future. Don't worry about it anymore. After all, I have already handed over the property to him."

Master Zhang was very surprised when he heard the words, but he didn't dare to disobey the owner's intention, so he nodded in agreement.

Seeing that the Zhang family father and son had nothing else to say, Lin Jue nodded slightly, then turned and left.

The father and son of the Zhang family sent him out. Seeing the figure of the owner disappearing into the crowd in the blink of an eye, the two of them lamented the owner's superb agility and couldn't help muttering that the reputation of Zhujian Villa is due to the hard work of the owner. It took more than ten years to type it out, and he just gave up, is it true that he doesn't miss it at all?

As far as Lin Jue is concerned, he really doesn't pay much attention to the things in Zhujian Villa.After he left Dinghai City, he immediately went to Mingqiu City as agreed.

Mingqiu City is further south than Linchuan.When Linjue left, the sun was still shining brightly in Dinghai City, but it had been raining in Mingqiu City for several days.

The rainwater is as big as a cow's hair, and it falls on the body so lightly that you can hardly feel it, but it has been falling for a long time, and it is also annoying from the bottom of your heart.

But at this moment in Mingqiu City, in the mansion of the richest man Zhao Qing, the weather is the same as this one, with heavy rain and dark clouds pressing down on the city, making it suffocating.

Mrs. Zhao, Mrs. Li, held a snow-white handkerchief in her hand, wiped her eyes while weeping, and cried to Master Zhao, who was not yet fifty but full of white hair and aged like a seventy-year-old man: "Master, count it!" I beg you, please let Ru'er die in peace! It's been seven days, even if it's cold in autumn, you can't let Ru'er stay in the mourning hall all the time! You're letting her go to hell Uneasy, my lord..."

Faced with his wife's crying, Mr. Zhao moved his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only pat his thigh and sighed heavily.

The "Ru'er" in Mrs. Zhao's population is Zhao Rulan, the legitimate daughter of Zhao's eldest son.

The master of the Zhao family was originally just a farmer digging out food in the fields. Twenty years ago, he suddenly had good luck. He could make a fortune by doing anything. The richest man in Qiucheng.

After he had money, he also had a conscience. He did not stop his wife and remarry, but still guarded his original wife. The two gave birth to two sons and a daughter. The eldest daughter was married five years ago. The two sons each have children. The family is happy , Life is worry-free.

Mr. Zhao originally thought that his life would be so peaceful and joyful, but who knew that something strange happened a year ago.

People died one after another in the mansion. At first, they were just a few insignificant maids and servants. Later, his proud eldest son died. In less than two months, his most beloved eldest grandson died. And just seven days ago, Zhao Rulan, the only blood left by the eldest son in the world, also died.

What's even more bizarre is that they couldn't find any wounds on their bodies when they died, as if they just slept to death for no reason, and finding a murderer is even more impossible.

If Mr. Zhao was an ordinary citizen, he might have resigned himself to his fate after he was sad, because at this time most of the people were living ignorantly under the protection of the enchantment, and had no idea that there were evil spirits in the world.

But Mr. Zhao made a deal with evil gods more than [-] years ago. He knows that there are many gods and ghosts in this world, and he also knows many supernatural phenomena that cannot be understood by human beings.

So when everyone else persuaded him to give up, he tried his best to track down the murderer every time. Taoist priests and monks invited a lot of people but it was of no use at all.

And seven days ago, his most beloved granddaughter also went there...Master Zhao was afraid, afraid that the murderer who didn't know where he was would reach out to other family members at some point, afraid that he would face the white-haired man again... The plight of the brunette.

With the thought of finding out the murderer who killed his family, he once again found the God of Jile Mountain, begging him to find out the truth and give justice to his eldest son and granddaughter who died innocently!

Thinking about when that god would arrive, Mr. Zhao was sweating while sitting in the lobby on an autumn evening.

And his ignorant old wife was still crying, he reached out and slapped the table vigorously, cursing: "Don't cry, what do you women know?"

The eldest daughter-in-law, Sun, sat on the lower right, her face was pale and haggard, her eyes were numbly open, and she looked a little scary.

The second daughter-in-law, Jiang Shi, was holding her seven-year-old son, Zhao Congshan, sitting next to her, coaxing him softly to stop crying.

Master Zhao had been sitting there with a sullen face before, even though everyone in the lobby cried and complained without saying a word, at this moment he suddenly slapped the table hard, and the loud bang scared everyone.

Mrs. Sun died within a year of her husband and her only daughter, and fell into dementia due to grief. She was stunned all day long, but when she heard the sound, she turned her head and took a look.

Jiang's face turned pale with fright, and it took a while for her to recover.

Mrs. Zhao choked on crying, and when she came to her senses, she grabbed the handkerchief in her hand and was about to beat Master Zhao, "You are ruthless, is it wrong for me to tell you to put Ru'er in the ground quickly? Poor her, she is only ten years old this year. , in two years..."

"Master, there is a young man wearing a mask at the door. He said he is your guest."

Madam Zhao's crying was interrupted immediately by the shout of the servant outside the door.

Mr. Zhao didn't care about her anymore, his eyes lit up, he quickly stood up and ran out, saying as he ran, "Hurry up, hurry up! Welcome the distinguished guest in!"

After a while, Linjue sat in the lobby of the Zhao family.

It was late in the evening, and it was raining all day long outside, making the room even darker.Several lamps were lit in the Zhao family hall one after another, and the warm yellow lights swept out the dull atmosphere in the room for the time being.

Master Zhao greeted Lin Jue to the head and sat down. As soon as he sat down, he subconsciously wanted to kneel on the ground, but was stopped by an invisible force.

Mr. Zhao is old, but his mind is still sluggish, he dare not speak too much when he sees this, and immediately asks his family to meet the distinguished guest.

Seeing that the master invited people to visit his house at this time, Madam Zhao was dissatisfied, but she didn't want to brush his face in front of outsiders, so she had to wipe her face clean, change her clothes and put on makeup to entertain him.

Two masters of the Zhao family died in a row, and the young lady who had just arrived had not been buried yet, and the house was completely deserted, but suddenly they wanted to entertain guests grandly, which also confused the people below.

As soon as Master Zhao saw Lin Jue, he was afraid that he would neglect this god with all his heart, and wished to bring all his property out to make offerings.

But Lin Jue waved his hand and refused.He said: "Take me to see the dead first."

Thinking of the eldest granddaughter who was completely silent now, Mr. Zhao's eyes became slightly astringent, he nodded hurriedly, and personally led Linjue to the mourning hall where the granddaughter's body was placed.

The mourning hall is not far from the reception hall, just a dozen or so steps away.

As soon as Lin Jue entered, his eyes fell on the only black air in the white eyes.

That was the very center of the mourning hall, where the corpses of the dead were placed.

In a small coffin, Zhao Rulan, who was only ten years old at the time of her death, was lying stiffly in it. Now that the weather is cold and ice is placed around it, the body doesn't stink much, but her face has already started to swell. I can no longer see the fresh and lovely appearance before birth.

This is what mortal eyes see.

In Linjue's eyes, there was a bit of dark air buried in the heart of this small corpse, Linjue knew this thing.This is the most common trick used by evil spirits to hurt people. The moment this dark demonic energy enters the body, it will cut off all vitality in the body. It looks like there is no trace on the outside, and it will gradually dissipate over time.If Lin Jue came two days later, the demonic energy would disappear without a trace. At that time, even if he could tell at a glance that this person was victimized by the demonic energy, he would not be able to trace the source immediately.

Fortunately, he came in time.

Glancing at the corpse, Linjue ignored Mr. Zhao who was standing beside him expectantly, and looked sideways at the group of female relatives who came in behind them.

"The murderer who killed several people, did you come out by yourself, or do you want me to do it?"