After the demon king failed to beg for death

Su Mansion is located in a busy city, with neighbors on both sides.

Before Fu Ling went in, he had already observed the surrounding area. If things like being slaughtered all over the family failed to alarm the people around him, then he had only one guess.

The person who killed the door is a master, how high he is not sure for the time being, but his cultivation base is at least above Jindan.

Fu Ling sneaked in quietly.

The Su Mansion is very large. After all, there are nearly 200 people including family and servants. If you want to house all these people, the place will naturally not be small.

All the corpses in the mansion should have been cleaned up, and there was no corpse.

It's just that the processing time was too hasty, there were still dark black dried blood stains on the floor, and the whole Su Mansion had a lingering smell of blood and corpses, just smelling it made people sick.

Fu Ling could guess what kind of scene it was without looking.

The defenseless mortals struggled, roared, and waved to escape from this mansion.

However, the demon that killed them was too powerful and too cruel. It wiped away their hope of life little by little, and finally took their lives with their own hands.

Fu Ling stood at the door, looking at the puddles of blood at the gate, he could imagine that many people must have climbed to the gate at that time, but there was something blocking their steps, they could not go out, and could only walk in front of the gate. Struggling in front of the gate and being killed.

This way of death can not only arouse the fear deep in my heart, but also feel that this murderer is simply a pervert.

Judging from this appearance, it's no wonder that Guanshanmen has been so hastily defined as murder by the Demon Cult. In the eyes of everyone, I'm afraid that only the members of the Demon Cult would do such a frenzied thing!

Fu Ling walked all the way from the gate to the depths of the mansion, and almost everywhere there were traces of people who had died again.

Shocking, outrageous.

The Su Mansion, which was bustling just a few days ago, has turned into an empty house in just a few days, and judging by the surroundings, it seems that even the neighbors are planning to move out.

After all, a room where nearly 200 people died is scary no matter how you think about it. Who knows if it will be your turn next.

Fu Ling walked through the entire Su Mansion, and did not see anything abnormal on the surface, leaving no trace of the murderer.

Even if there is something left, those who wanted to investigate before have all been put away.

Still a step too late.

Fu Ling pondered for a moment, then took out three incense sticks from his sleeve.

It's just that before it was lit, someone deliberately heard footsteps.

Fu Ling didn't turn his head, he held the three incense sticks between his three fingers, brushed them with his palm and lit them.

Then, suspend these three incense sticks in front of your body.

Li Chen couldn't help snorting, the sound of his footsteps was already so obvious, could it be that he still couldn't find it.

But the person in front of him remained silent.

The three floating incense sticks emit green smoke, which floats in the air along with the wind.

Fu Ling made a trick, and the light green spiritual power instantly surrounded the three incense sticks.

"The soul is back!"

Seven days after a person dies, the soul will linger at the place of death until it is moved away by the messenger of the underworld, transferred to the reincarnation of the underworld, and begins the life of the next life.

The curse of Fu Ling is a simple soul-calling spell, which can summon the nearest living soul and communicate with it.

However, half of the stick of incense was burned, and no soul came over.

Fu Ling frowned, so many people died in the Su residence, although today is just the seventh day, there is no reason why all the souls have been sent away so soon, there will always be one or two omissions.

But in fact, he didn't summon any of them.

"It's useless, let alone a living soul, there is not even a soul fragment."

Li Chen knew what Fu Ling was doing by looking at his gestures, but his cultivation base was much higher than Fu Ling's, and his spiritual sense swept across the house, and it was already clear.

Fu Ling withdrew his hand, extinguished the three incense sticks, and looked thoughtfully.

In addition to being in reincarnation, there is another possibility that the soul cannot be summoned, that is, it has been wiped out, and naturally it cannot be summoned.

But what kind of deep hatred is it that wants to drive and kill so many people in the Su Mansion to such an extent.

There is a faint guess in Fu Ling's mind. This matter is most likely a personal enmity, and the Su family may have offended someone.

It just happened that a disciple from the sect had appeared here, so he simply blamed the demon sect.

"It's going to be difficult."

If the murderer has already left Jiangbei, where can he find him, and all the members of the Su family are no longer alive, or even reincarnation is gone, how can we know that there is someone who hates the Su family?

Fu Ling thought of the only surviving child of the Su family, Su Wenxuan, the disciple of Xiao Yunyi, the owner of Furong Pavilion.

It seems that this matter still has to start with Su Wenxuan.

Moreover, according to Fu Ling's calculations, since this murderer was able to torture the members of the Su family in such a way, he must have a deep hatred.

Then whether he will let Su Wenxuan go, this remains to be verified.

So, no matter what, we will end with this Su Wenxuan.

Fu Ling walked through Su's residence again, and after finding nothing, he was about to head back home.

Go to the inn to rest first, then inquire about Su Wenxuan's whereabouts, and try to find a way to get close to him without being suspected.

The sky had begun to lighten slightly, and Fu Ling left the Su residence.

Li Chen followed him unhurriedly along the way, no matter whether Fu Ling was fast or slow, there was always such a distance of twenty steps.

Jiangbei has always been very prosperous, and the morning market is also extremely lively. It was only just after dawn, and both sides of the road were already full of stalls.

Each of these stall owners was earlier than the other, for fear that if they went late, they would not have a place for themselves.

Walking through the area of ​​Su Mansion where the accident just happened, and turning a corner on the street, you can feel the hospitality of the small vendors.

The sound of hawking and yelling could be heard endlessly, forming a stark contrast with the coldness in front of the Su Mansion.

Fu Ling strolled to a wonton stall, picked up his clothes, and sat down on a small stool in front of the stall.

"Boss, bring me a bowl of wontons."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Li Chen sitting down beside him, looking at him expressionlessly.

Fu Ling...

ignore him!

The two sat together speechless.

The boss's speed is very fast, and his hands and feet are quite nimble. After a while, he has prepared a bowl of hot wontons and put them on the table with a smile on his face.

"Young man, use it slowly."

Fu Ling took the bowl and took a sip. It tasted really good.

He praised the boss's craftsmanship without hesitation: "Your wonton reminds me of the taste made by my family when I was a child. It's really good."

The boss who made wontons was a middle-aged man in his 50s. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "I'm not bragging. I've been selling wontons here for more than 20 years, but no one has ever said anything bad."

Fu Ling swallowed a wonton and asked inadvertently, "Has the boss been here for so long? No wonder it's so delicious."

Boss: "My family lives nearby. This place is where I set up stalls all the year round. Who doesn't know the people around?"

Fu Ling nodded with a clear face: "Then I have something to ask the boss. I don't know what happened to the Su Mansion. I went to knock on the door. Why is there no one?"

As soon as the Su Mansion was mentioned, the boss' expression changed instantly, he looked at Fu Ling in a panic, and couldn't help saying: "Keep your voice down, please don't mention this matter again."

Fu Ling asked almost ignorantly: "Why can't you mention it? The Su family still owes me 20 taels of silver and haven't paid it back yet. I'm just short of money right now, so I came here to ask for the silver."

Fortunately, he had an ordinary face. If Fu Ling himself had come over, he would never have said such a thing.

The boss hurriedly waved his hand: "You will definitely not come back for this money, something serious has happened to this Su Manor."

In the end, the boss's voice became lower and lower.

Fu Ling asked curiously: "What happened, why?"

The boss quietly lowered his body and replied: "Because of offending the gods, everyone in the Su Mansion died overnight, and there was not a single one left. It is tragic. It is said that the death was tragic. Many people here have seen it? "

Fu Ling was puzzled: "What does it mean to offend the gods? So many people... are gone?"

Why does this involve God again? Isn't it related to their Demon Cult?

The boss said mysteriously: "You can't talk about this matter. If you talk about it, you will be in great trouble. Don't be curious, young man, and don't ask any more questions. The 20 taels of silver are considered life-saving money. Get out of here quickly. Don't get involved with the Su family anymore."

When Fu Ling asked again, the boss really didn't want to say anything, so he had to give up.

The news the boss said seemed to be different from what they had heard and guessed.

At first I thought it was a personal grievance, but now why is there any god involved.

What is this god?

Fu Ling couldn't figure it out, so he raised his head subconsciously, looked at Li Chen who had been acting as an invisible man sitting by the side, and asked with his eyes.

The two looked at each other, and Fu Ling's eyes were full of doubts, as if he was asking Li Chen, what do you think about this matter?

He was too focused on thinking about the problem, for a moment he forgot that he was still angry, and was still in a cold war with Li Chen.

Li Chen received this look and understood what it meant.

He calmly said, "This boss won't tell me, so let's change to another boss. Where do you think is the best place to get news?"

Fu Ling's eyes lit up: "The tea house."

The teahouse is much more lively than this small wonton stall, and there are storytellers in the teahouse, so you may be able to find out more news.

After Fu Ling asked the boss where the teahouse was, he put down the coin and pulled Li Chen to leave in a hurry.

However, within a few steps, Li Chen grabbed his wrist.

Fu Ling turned around and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Li Chen pursed his lips, and asked with an unhappy expression: "Since entering the city yesterday, you have been losing your temper with me, and you didn't say why. Is it because... you don't like your current appearance?"

Fu Ling: Huh?

He suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness spread from his limbs to his whole body, and he felt resentment for most of the day. This person still didn't know what he was angry about.

Because of looks?

Don't you think it's funny?

Fu Ling couldn't help reminding: "Master, do you still remember when we first met?"

Of course Li Chen remembered, but he hid his identity back then, and it was a face that could be discarded at any time, so it was not important.

But the little apprentice has always regarded him as the devil wearing a mask.

Li Chen replied truthfully: "Isn't it in the small secret realm? You already knew."

Fu Ling snorted coldly: "Master really has a good memory, so why don't I remind you again, who was the person who was almost frozen to death in the ice cave?"

Li Chen paused slightly, and asked in astonishment: "You already know?"

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