Clothes as before

It turned out that Yang Song's house was very close to the casino, and he just crossed two streets before arriving at the house.

The pitch-black door was only ajar.

Leng Qiu knew the door Qinglu pushed the door and walked in. The courtyard was very quiet, there was no human voice, not even the sound of insects.

For some reason, Fu Lingyi suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, which made him frown uncontrollably.

The night was dark, and there were no lights in the courtyard, but Chu Liuxiang who was beside him seemed to feel his emotional change at the moment, "What's wrong?"

Fu Lingyi felt that maybe he was thinking too much, and if he said it, he was afraid that Chu Liuxiang would think too much, so he shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

In the hall, the candle wicks should have been cut long ago. The large hall and the dim lighting gave off a sense of desolation and mystery.

Fu Lingyi's eyebrows that had just been relaxed were raised again, and he always felt that something was wrong. As far as Yang Lin was concerned, there was no servant girl in the house to serve him?

Leng Qiuhun said: "Uncle Yang always goes to bed early, once he falls asleep, the family servants will sneak out, especially when the teacher is not around, these people are even more lawless."

This explanation is reasonable, Fu Lingyi's eyebrows stretched slightly, but the strange feeling in his heart still made him not completely relieved, and the two of them followed Leng Qiuhun around the hall and walked to the backyard.

The backyard was even quieter, and there was a faint light in the west wing, Leng Qiuhun said: "It's strange, Master Yang hasn't slept yet today?"

Leng Qiuhun was about to pass through the courtyard full of phoenix trees, however, a drop of water fell on his shoulder, and he flicked his hand casually, and the light from the rear window shone on his hand.

Blood, there was blood on his hands.

Fu Lingyi's complexion changed after seeing the bright red, because he saw someone on the plane tree beckoning to them, and together with his body, he floated to the tree like a purple cloud, graceful and ethereal, But fast to the extreme.

Fu Lingyi clasped the wrist like lightning, but it was only one hand.

Nothing but a bloody hand.

Chu Liuxiang and Leng Qiuhun also saw this hand, and their expressions changed immediately.

Leng Qiuhun cried out in surprise, "Master! Master!"

There was no response in the wing room, dead silence, Leng Qiuhun was about to rush into the wing room, but Fu Lingyi was faster than him, saw him take a step, and the whole person disappeared into the yard, the lightness kung fu and agility were like ghosts as weird.

Even at this moment, Leng Qiuhun and Chu Liuxiang couldn't help being moved by it.

Fu Lingyi, who was born impatient, opened the door with one sleeve and rushed into the wing room, only to see a person on the bed who seemed to be sleeping soundly, covered with a quilt, only a gray head was exposed.

The room was indescribably messy, and the three camphorwood boxes beside the bed were all overturned.

Fu Lingyi lifted the quilt, and when he saw the situation in front of him, Fu Lingyi was stunned for a moment, because there was only a bloody body inside the quilt, and he had lost his limbs.

"Five ghosts divided into corpses, is this five ghosts' corpses..."

But it was Leng Qiuhun who just came in, he seemed to be shivering from the cold.

Fu Lingyi turned to look at him, "Five ghosts divided into corpses?"

"I want to take a look again." Leng Qiuhun suddenly turned around and rushed out, and after a while, he came back immediately, holding a bleeding hand in his hand.

Yang Song's corpse was brutally dismembered, obviously within half an hour.

Leng Qiuhun hissed, "The Cinnabar Gate and the five ghosts have no hatred at all, why did the five ghosts of the Blood Fiend want to do this?"

Fu Lingyi said: "How do you know it's the hands of the blood fiend and five ghosts?"

Could it be that Yang Lin or the Cinnabar Gang have any enmity with the Blood Fiend and Five Ghosts?

But Leng Qiuhun said with hatred on his face: "Five ghosts divided into corpses is their signature."

He spoke too convincingly.

Chu Liuxiang couldn't help but reminded: "The signboard is sometimes borrowed by others."

Chu Liuxiang was euphemistic, but Fu Lingyi couldn't do it. He was speechless about Leng Qiuhun's IQ: "Use your brains to think about it, since the five blood ghosts have no enmity with you, why did they come here to kill Yang Lin?" ? When you are full, come over and kill someone to satisfy your hunger?"

Leng Qiuhun opened his mouth, his words were rough and reasonable. Although what Fu Lingyi said was not very nice, the truth was true. Killing people was nothing more than for revenge, or for money, or for power. Calm down and think about it, if For enmity, the Five Blood Fiends have no enmity with Uncle Yang. If it is for wealth, there will be no missing valuables in this house.

Leng Qiuhun gritted his teeth and said, "If it wasn't the five blood ghosts, who would it be?"

"Who knows." Fu Lingyi flicked his wide sleeves and rolled up the boxes on the ground. He looked at them one by one. After a while, he looked at Chu Liuxiang and said, "The letter is gone."

Chu Liuxiang sighed, "Sure enough, it's gone."

Leng Qiuhun's face became even paler, and he suddenly said sharply, "What do you guys have to do with this matter?"

Fu Lingyi, who was suspected of being the murderer, was very upset: "What? You suspect that your uncle was killed by us?"

Chu Liuxiang looked at Leng Qiuhun's face and couldn't help but stroked his forehead. He knew that Fu Lingyi spoke like a knife, going straight to the point, but it was too tactful and too hateful.

Sure enough, Leng Qiuhun's face became more gloomy and ugly, and he said in a deep voice, "You guys came here by such a coincidence, there is no room for me not to doubt."

Fu Lingyi suddenly smiled, "Is that so?" With a movement of his feet, one person suddenly turned into dozens of people, and it seemed that phantoms appeared because of the lightness kungfu being too agile, and the dozens of figures seemed to be slow, fast, retreating Forward, seemingly slow but actually fast, seemingly retreating before, not to mention that people can figure it out thoroughly, and it is not easy to see one or two of his body skills.

Leng Qiuhun opened his mouth wide, this kind of movement is really weird, completely beyond his cognition.

And Chu Liuxiang was also stunned, but then he couldn't help but smile, with this lightness skill, it doesn't matter if Fu Lingyi draws hatred again.

In an instant, the phantoms overlapped, and in the end only the young man in purple stood with his hands behind his back. His face was indifferent, and his phoenix eyes were gorgeous and charming, but the look in his eyes was like ice and snow, so he firmly grasped the hearts of those who were hooked. The glamorous look of longing was suppressed, replaced by a cold arrogance that dare not look directly.

Fu Lingyi said coldly: "Remember, if I want to kill someone, I don't have to make so many detours."

Although his lightness kung fu is not the fastest or the best, but his lightness kung fu is the weirdest, because it is the most suitable lightness kung fu that he has researched based on the shadow.

Few people can stop him, because they have never even seen such agility, so how can they deal with it freely?

What's more, the 33 weapons on his body are not for decoration.

There was a look of awe in Leng Qiuhun's eyes. With such weird body skills and sword skills, Fu Lingyi really didn't have to turn so many turns if he wanted to kill someone.

At this time, Leng Qiuhun had already believed that they had nothing to do with this matter, so he asked slowly: "Master probably died because of that letter, but since that letter has been lost, none of us know who that letter is." What is the content of the letter, and how can we know who the murderer is?"

Fu Lingyi's complexion remained unchanged, without any embarrassment or entanglement: "Take us to your master's room."

Leng Qiuhun lowered his head and thought for a while, held the lamp and walked to the east wing, the door was not locked, this lonely elder of the cinnabar door lived in a desolate room, so simple and shabby.

But there is a painting on the wall, which is neither a landscape, nor insects, birds and flowers, but just a bust of a woman, painted with the same eyebrows and eyes, lifelike.

Chu Liuxiang couldn't help taking a few more glances, and the more she looked, the more she felt that the beauty of the women in the painting was beyond words.

But although this woman is beautiful, it is not that Chu Liuxiang has never seen someone who is half as good as her. Speaking of which, Fu Lingyi is the most beautiful person he has ever seen.

For some reason, the moonlit night when they first met suddenly flashed before his eyes. Fu Lingyi leaned over to look at him with that gorgeous smile, and the tear mole under his left eye was really beautiful.

Thinking of this, Chu Liuxiang couldn't help turning his eyes to Fu Lingyi, only then did he realize that Fu Lingyi was also looking at him, but his eyes were very strange.

It seems to be clear and enlightened, but it also seems to be disgusted and contemptuous.

Chu Liuxiang, the second monk, was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Fu Lingyi coughed, "No."

Chu Liuxiang really deserves to be a vagabond, even a picture of a beauty can win his heart away.

Pink Skull, why is he still obsessed with his appearance when he is such an adult?No, it is countless appearances.

Complaining in his heart, Fu Lingyi's face was still indifferent, he looked at Leng Qiuhun and said, "This person is your teacher's wife?"

"No." Leng Qiuhun said: "The teacher is still single up to now."

Fu Lingyi was startled, and several questions flashed through his mind.

Why is Ximen Qian still single?Why did he hang the portrait of this woman in the house?Who is this woman to him?

But let's go back and discuss these three issues with Chu Liuxiang.

When Fu Lingyi and Chu Liuxiang returned to the inn, they brought back seven or eight big men.

These big guys hugged and followed them all the way, like a guard.

This was sent by Leng Qiuhun to monitor them.

Naturally, Leng Qiuhun was not because of doubting them, but because of that big deal.

Chu Liuxiang didn't care about this. As for Fu Lingyi...as long as these people don't provoke him, then he won't make others look bad.

The silver-white moonlight vaguely illuminated the road ahead, and Fu Lingyi suddenly felt that the changes were too fast.

He and Chu Liuxiang had only known each other for two or three days, and the first time they saw Chu Liuxiang they had a fight, even though it was unilaterally done by him.

When I saw him for the second time, although I felt that the other party could be a friend, I didn't think much about contacting him.

This time, the two actually had some confidantes.

The white head is as new, and the cover is as old as before—Fu Lingyi thought of this sentence inexplicably.

Chu Liuxiang's deep and magnetic voice sounded beside him: "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about what to do with the saved money." Naturally, Chu Liuxiang wouldn't let Chu Liuxiang know what he was thinking, and Fu Lingyi blinked.

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "Think about it?"

"Almost." Fu Lingyi originally wanted to make some weapons, because Chu Liuxiang didn't have any weapons.

Anyway, it doesn't matter what he does, he just wants to have a hand addiction.

But now he is struggling, which weapon is better?Or beauty?

Fu Lingyi pursed his lips, and decided to ask Chu Liuxiang's opinion. He tilted his head towards Chu Liuxiang, and asked him in a low voice, "Do you want weapons or...beauties?"

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The author has something to say: 233 suddenly thought of Wanhua Gong.

Mingyue: Chu Shisu asked you to lie and didn't even type the draft.

Chu Shisu asked with a serious face: I hit it, I hit it in my heart.