Vendetta

Taizmen—

It was inconvenient for Li Zhong to show up, so Yan Zhu and Fu Ling arrived at the Taize Gate, and the person who came to receive him was Liu Tong, the head disciple of the gate.

"Brother Yan, it's been a long time." Liu Tong glanced at Fu Ling beside Yan Zhu, and asked, "This is..."

Although Fuling's name is well-known in Jianghu, his main business is assassination, and most of them are engaged in professional activities at night. He is dressed in black and wears a mask. Yan Shishi, it's normal that the inner disciples of Jianghu sect don't know him.

It is not surprising that black clothes are durable to dirt, washable and anti-fabrication, and masks can be used to hide one's face from revenge and debt collection.

Fu Ling cupped her hands and said: "Brother Liu, it's a pleasure to meet you. My surname is Wan, Wan Zong Mie, a person from the Jianghu, came to investigate this matter together with Yan Shaoxia."

Pretending to be a polite knight-errant, Liu Tong hurriedly returned the greeting: "Young man Wan, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'll take the two of you to the guest room to rest first..."

Yan Zhu said: "Let's go and see Master Xu's body first."

Liu Tong said with a smile: "The two of you have been exhausted all the way, you should go to rest first, and investigate the matter..."

Fu Ling interrupted: "Farewell, the weather is so hot, the corpse smells bad after being left for a long time."

Liu Tong: "..."

You can't pretend to be polite for three sentences.

Liu Tong couldn't evade any more, so he had to say: "You two come with me."

On the way, Fuling came to Yan Zhu's side and whispered, "I didn't expect Yan Shaoxia to really bring me in."

Yan Zhu: "I think even without me, Wan Shaoxia would find a way to get in by himself."

Hearing the title "Wan Shaoxia", Fu Ling smiled and said, "That's right, it's faster to climb over the wall than to walk in like this."

Yan Zhu: "..."

This person is a typical example of being cheap and good-looking.

The two followed Liu Tong to a room where the lighting was poor and the room was dark during the day. Xu Yizhao's body was placed on a wooden platform in the middle, covered with a white cloth, and surrounded by candles.

The disciple next to him lifted the white cloth.

Fu Ling said: "Are you summoning souls in broad daylight?"

Some disciples wanted to reprimand when they heard this, but Fu Ling was brought by Yan Zhu, and it was not easy to refute Yan Zhu's face, so they had to stand aside with their mouths shut and stare at him.

Fu Ling didn't care, and said to Liu Tong and other disciples in the room: "You go out first, this room is boring enough, what are you looking around here, after you are mourned, there is still time to pay your respects."

The disciple finally couldn't hold back and said: "How do you talk..."

Yan Zhu said: "We need to collect some clues, you guys go out first."

Yan Zhu has a high prestige among the disciples of these sects. After hearing his words, these people really quit.

"Wait," Fu Ling looked at Xu Yizhao's empty waist, and asked, "Where is the sword of your second sect master? There is a man with a sword, and you want to revive him?"

Liu Tongdao: "This is the relic of my uncle, it has been kept..."

"Then take it out, don't you still have to put it in the coffin when you bury it?" Fu Ling said, "I have seen the remains, what relics can't be seen?"

Liu Tongdao: "The dead are the greatest, this..."

Yan Zhu: "Since the dead are the greatest, we must catch the murderer as soon as possible to comfort the spirit of the dead."

Liu Tong covered his clenched fists with his sleeves, and said calmly, "Brother Yan said yes, wait a minute."

Not long after, a disciple brought a sword.

Fu Ling looked at Yan Zhu, Yan Zhu nodded, confirming that it was the sword.

"Liu Tong, there are many masters in Jianghu who have encountered accidents. Today I came to Guimen to investigate the case to find out whether this matter is related to other cases. The death of head Xu is not only a private matter of Taizemen, but also related to Jianghu. Do you understand the important matter of the sect's safety?" Yan Zhu's tone was not angry and prestige, but there was an invisible sense of oppression.

Liu Tong nodded and said, "Understood, Taizemen must fully cooperate."

Fu Ling said: "Especially if you have to cooperate with all your strength, it's like farting to make you procrastinate in doing something, and you have to squeeze and let one go."

This is really indecent, Yan Zhu didn't interrupt him.

Liu Tong repeatedly said yes, and took his disciples out.

Fu Ling said: "Go a little farther, put your mouth on the door, are you planning to spit in?"

Xu Yizhao on the wooden platform is 50 years old, with thin features, a sharp chin, and a mean face. He has been dead for some time, and his body is already stiff. Open the windows again to ventilate and let the smell of incense dissipate.

Yan Zhu checked it roughly, and said: "There are no wounds from fighting on the body, only a sword wound on the chest, it should be an acquaintance who committed the crime, and one hit will surely hit."

He carefully looked at the sword wound on his chest, and frowned again: "But this wound..."

Fu Ling asked, "Is it strange?"

Yan Zhu: "It's very special, there is a diamond-shaped groove in the middle, it's not like being injured by a normal sword."

"Do you think this one looks like it?" Fu Ling said, pulling out the saber that Liu Tong sent for. There was indeed a diamond-shaped protrusion in the middle of the sword.

Yan Zhu asked: "Did you think of it just now?"

Fu Ling shook her head: "No, I didn't notice it unless you said it. I just thought it was strange that the saber wasn't there."

A swordsman is always accompanied by a sword. When a person is alive with a sword, the sword will go to the ground with him when he dies. As a companion on the road to the underworld, the swordsman is the same.

Yan Zhu said: "It is impossible for him to commit suicide."

Fu Ling said: "I also think, why don't you wipe your neck when you commit suicide? I'm afraid that the blood will be splashed too far and it will be difficult to clean up? If he is so considerate of his disciples, how can anyone entrust Wanqiumen to take revenge?"

"Is it Taizmen's disciple who wants to kill him?"

"Yeah, it's inconvenient to say who it is. Wanqiumen wants to keep it secret after collecting money. I still have a conscience. Don't look at this old guy who looks like a dog. He's so selfish—" Then Fu Ling added: "Oh, he is dead, but I don't know if it was because of selfishness."

Yan Zhu didn't answer his nonsense, and continued to bring the topic back: "If it is an acquaintance who commits the crime, he may be afraid of blood splashing on his body, which is difficult to deal with..."

Before Yan Zhu finished speaking, he saw Fu Ling leaning over suddenly, the mask almost sticking to Xu Yizhao's face, Yan Zhu frowned, and pulled him up: "What are you doing?"

"It smells so bloody. If the fatal wound was on his chest, why would there be such a bloody smell on his face..." Fu Ling raised her head, saw Yan Zhu's face, and asked inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Yan Zhu withdrew his hand, lowered his head to check Xu Yizhao's face, "You said there was a bloody smell?"

Fu Ling came to her senses, and the willow eyes under the mask slightly bent: "Oh, I said he has ashes on his face, I'll blow it off."

"It may have been washed by someone, but as long as it exists, it will definitely leave traces." Yan Zhu ignored him, opened Xu Yizhao's eyelids, and checked his ears and nose, and indeed saw imperceptible blood stains, "Your work is not as good as your nose. "

Fu Ling said: "How can Wu Zuo see as many dead people as the King of Hades?"

He lived a life of licking on the edge of a knife, and the smell of blood lingered from day to night, screaming in nightmares every night, let alone doing it, his nose smelled blood better than a dog.

Yan Zhu said: "The seven orifices bled to death, and the wound on the chest was just to confuse the public. It is different from the previous three cases..."

Fu Ling said: "There are more than three cases."

Yan Zhu glanced at him, and said: "It is true that there are more than three cases. The others are all random people from the rivers and lakes. It is difficult to determine the number, but there is no doubt that they did not bleed to death from the seven orifices."

Fu Ling nodded and asked, "Does Yan Shaoxia have any tricks?"

Yan Zhu smiled and said: "It's not a good plan. The dead are all over the place, so it must not be done by one person. Since they are organized, we might as well lead the snake out of the hole. What does Wan Shaoxia think?"

"Wonderful," Fu Ling applauded face-saving, and leaned against the pillar behind her, "I don't have any clever ideas, as long as I can solve it with my hands, I won't use my brain."

Yan Zhu: "..."

The two came out of the house, and Liu Tong led his disciples to retreat far away outside.

"The murderer has been found out." Fu Ling lifted her chin inscrutablely, looking confident, but in fact she didn't know who the murderer was at all.

A strange look flashed across Liu Tong's eyes, but before he had time to ask, Fu Ling continued, "However, we've been exhausted all the way, so let's go to rest first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Liu Tong: "..."

After a long time, Liu Tongcai managed to squeeze out a very forced smile: "Okay, you two come with me."

The two followed Liu Tong into a courtyard. The courtyard was clean and tidy, and it should be a guest courtyard specially used for receiving guests.

Fu Ling took out the bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, opened it and put it on the table, saying: "Don't eat the food here, for fear of being poisoned."

Yan Zhu picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and said, "Wan Shaoxia is thoughtful."

Fu Ling smiled, and picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. In fact, he didn't expect this at all. It was just his selfishness to take this bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake away.

Now they can only guess that the murderer should be a member of the Taize Gate, and without evidence, no one can be caught. Just now, Fuling said that, in order to provoke the murderer, to see if he will show his feet tonight.

Even if it's not dark and windy at night, it's easier to do than in broad daylight.

Both of them didn't sleep, they sat in the room and listened to the movement outside.

Halfway through the ugly hour, Fu Ling suddenly stood up.

Yan Zhu asked alertly: "Is there any movement outside?"

"No, I'm hungry. It's time for supper. I'm going to go to their kitchen to find something to eat. How about you?"

When Fu Ling was at the Holly Gate, every night Chou Shi exhausted his energy after learning martial arts from Taoist Bugui, and he would always wake up hungry when he went back to his room to sleep in the middle of the night. Later, after he finished practicing, he would stop by the kitchen to find something to eat.

The habit of eating supper is very addictive, and once he started, he couldn't stop, so he developed the habit of looking for food every night when he was ugly.

But before he reached the kitchen, he encountered movement.

There was an imperceptible light sound from the tiles on the roof. A person was wearing night clothes and was walking quickly on the roof. Fu Ling didn't care about supper right now, and immediately followed.

He has excellent eyesight at night, and few people can match his lightness kung fu. The man in black in front quickly realized that he couldn't run away from him, so he threw a handful of darts back.

Fu Ling dodged easily, just kidding, even Liu Wanqing's silver needles couldn't hit him, how dare this third-rate dart be called a hidden weapon?

The man in black wanted to throw it again, but Yan Zhu, who heard the movement, had already rushed over. He held the sword and stood in front of the man in black.

The man in black didn't know Fu Ling, but he definitely knew Yan Zhu. After thinking for a while, he turned around and pointed his sword at Fu Ling, looking for a chance to escape.

But he was doomed to be disappointed. Fu Ling had just broken through the second stage of "Three Wus of Swordsmanship". There was a sharp pain in my leg, and then I fell from the roof.

Of course, Fu Ling didn't hack him to death directly, how could he force a confession?

The man in black fell to the ground, and as soon as he raised his head, he saw Fu Ling and Yan Zhu standing in front of him.

Knowing that he couldn't escape today, he spat out a mouthful of black blood and fell to the ground.

Fu Ling tugged at Yan Zhu's sleeve, and pulled Yan Zhu back, preventing the blood from splashing over.

"He committed suicide by taking poison. He doesn't look like a killer, but a dead man." Yan Zhu stepped forward to check, and the man in black was no longer angry.

"I didn't say that torture must be used to extort a confession. The death is really easy." Fu Ling said, and took out a few darts, a few taels of silver, and a letter from the man in black's clothes. Woman, what are you doing with so many things in your arms, are you using them to pad your chest?"

Fu Ling opened the letter, took a look at it herself, and handed it to Yan Zhu to read.

There was only one line in the letter: The matter was revealed, please help.

Yan Zhu took the letter and glanced at it, "Looks like I'm going to Wugao Mountain."

Fu Ling was surprised and said, "How did you know you were going to Wugao Mountain? You can see it? Yan Shaoxia is really amazing!"

Yan Zhu turned over the letter paper and showed him: "It's written on the reverse side."

Poria: "..."

At this time Li Zhong had already followed, Yan Zhu handed the letter to Li Zhong casually, asking him to dispose of the body of the man in black.

Yan Zhu said: "Find out where Wugao Mountain is, and find a way to find a map of the mountain."

Li Zhong just didn't hear the two of them talking, so he asked: "Wu Gaoshan? Is it related to this case?"

Fu Ling said very awkwardly: "Are you illiterate? Didn't you see the three big characters written on the back?"

He said this in a tone as if he wasn't the one who just opened his eyes and went blind.

Yan Zhu couldn't help laughing out loud, not the usual gentle and alienated smile, but a smile from the heart.

Under the moonlight, the modest gentleman showed his face and smiled, it was indeed as clear as the breeze and the moon, bright and impressive.