Predecessors

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Wang Ji took a deep look at Hei Yao, and he turned around, expressing his resolute attitude, "Hei Yao, I can't promise you."

He knew that he had to clarify his position. Since ancient times, immortals and demons have been divided, if he agreed to the request of the Black Feather Army, it would inevitably bring unimaginable troubles.

He and Lin Yi were finally together again, and he didn't want to take the slightest risk that the two would be separated again.

Black Yao said disappointedly, "We respect your choice. But if you change your mind in the future, you must remember that our Black Feather Army will always welcome you."

Seeing the stagnation in the atmosphere, Lan Er flapped his wings embarrassingly, "King Obsidian, you said that there are clues to this case, is it true?"

"Of course it's true." Hei Yao got up from the ground. He didn't expect Wang Ji to agree to him because of this little information, so he simply acted as a favor and told Wang Ji everything he knew.

Three days ago, the Black Feather Army happened to pass by this area during their migration.

On the day of the murder, the sentry of the Black Feather Army happened to see a group of people coming out of the hotel carrying a sack.

The sentinel felt that this was strange, so he followed up quietly. He saw a group of people throwing sacks into a garbage pond outside the city, and then left in a hurry.

Lan Er exclaimed, "This sack is filled with dead people, right?"

Wang Ji frowned, "Has that sentry ever checked what's in that sack?"

A faint smile appeared on Hei Yao's face, if the sentry hadn't checked the contents of the sack, he wouldn't have come to see General Wang Ji like asking for credit.

"In that sack, there were some old cotton wool, torn quilt covers, and even a few empty beer bottles."

Lan Er was very disappointed, "What, it's not a dead body. Why did those people mysteriously transport a sack out of the city in the middle of the night?"

"Maybe this is the most critical point." Wang Ji said thoughtfully.

"The key to making sweet-scented osmanthus cake is to choose the right ingredients." Yue Huaiqing explained to Lin Yi who was at the side.

Seeing his skillful technique and flowing movements, Lin Yi couldn't help exclaiming, "How many years have you been making sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

Yue Huaiqing recalled, "Since the Emperor of Heaven tasted the sweet-scented osmanthus cake for the first time and said it was delicious, there has been a custom of sending sweet-scented osmanthus cakes to the palaces every year."

When Lin Yi saw that the water in the pot was boiling, he poured all the selected osmanthus flowers into the pot, and couldn't help but said, "The ancients burned zithers and cooked cranes. Today we cook osmanthus, which seems to be cruel. thing."

He You shook his head, "It's the cruelest thing to be splashed by the boiling water in the pot. Be careful next time."

As he said that, He Xu hurriedly brought the cool cake, and gently applied it on the back of Lin Yi's hand where the boiling water splashed.

"Yo, our Mo Yu is more and more capable of loving people." Yue Huaiqing was jealous of their closeness, and there was a sour energy in his tone.

When the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes enough for each palace were ready, the three of them felt a little tired.

Yue Huaiqing sat on a recliner, taking a nap.

When Lin Yi was free, he couldn't help but think of Wang Ji. He was always worried about the person who went to the devil world alone.

He Need saw his worry, and said with relief, "Liu Zhuangyuan's ability to win the first place in the Immortal Selection Meeting shows that he has extraordinary abilities. Ordinary people are no match for him at all. He will definitely come back safe and sound."

Lin Yi said, "But he is still young and inexperienced."

He Youyou hesitated for a while before saying, "I have a word, I don't know if I should say it or not."

"Mo Yu, in front of me, there is no need to worry."

Why need to say, "I vaguely know the relationship between you and Liu Zhuangyuan, but I still can't quite understand it. The age difference between you is too large, and there are naturally many differences in experience and views. I am worried that you will be together with him. Will it be too hard?"

What He Xu said seemed to be sincere, but it was actually a kind of secret sowing dissension.

Lin Yi sighed, "Mo Yu, sometimes you can't control your feelings. When I want to stop loving him, I can't stop loving him."

He Xu's eyes dimmed, and Lin Yi's words pierced his heart like a sharp sword.

When the sky was covered with a layer of light, Wang Ji came out of the room, and the lobby on the first floor was rarely clean, probably because the demons didn't have the habit of getting up early.

The front desk lady couldn't help but take another look at the man. He was still wearing the black veil he had worn yesterday, only showing a pair of dark blue eyes.

The front desk lady couldn't help but whistled at him, "Little handsome guy, did you sleep well last night?"

"It's not very good." Wang Ji looked very tired, "I heard that a god died in your place a few days ago, if I knew it, I wouldn't live here."

The woman giggled, "You are really not from our demon clan. After that incident, everyone was aroused curiosity, and our business has become more prosperous."

Wang Ji smiled, "So, your hotel is a blessing in disguise?"

"Who said it wasn't." The front desk lady smiled mysteriously, "If I hadn't seen the corpse with my own eyes, I would have suspected that it was a marketing gimmick created by our hotel owner."

"What's the body of the immortal? I haven't seen it yet." Wang Ji immediately showed great interest.

The lady at the front desk made a disgusted expression, "It's extremely unlucky, he was tortured for a long time before he died, and his appearance is really disgusting."

Wang Ji asked, "What does he look like? What are the obvious features?"

The lady at the front desk looked at the black-veiled man in front of her vigilantly, "Why are you asking this?"

Wang Ji said, "I have never seen a god in my life, and I really want to know what a god looks like."

The lady at the front desk smiled charmingly at him, "I look at you like a fairy."

Knowing that there was nothing more to ask from her, Wang Ji stopped talking to her and walked straight out of the hotel.

He walked forward for a while, followed the address in the newspaper and came to the Mohua News Agency.

The Mohua News Agency is in a dominant position in the Mozu news circle, because it can always get first-hand information and can publish the most shocking remarks.

When Wang Ji entered the newspaper office unimpeded, he couldn't help feeling that this newspaper office was as wild and unrestrained in nature as the demons.

He casually picked up a newspaper in his hand, and saw a large page mocking the hypocrisy and incompetence of the immortals, and another page was full of emotional entanglements between the daughter of a famous demon tycoon and three men.

Behind the thick pile of newspapers, a thin body was exposed, and an old man with glasses squinted at Wang Ji, "What's the matter with you?"

Wang Ji said, "I'm here to deliver a piece of breaking news."

The old man yawned. Ever since Mohuashe announced that it would remunerate those news providers, many people would like to step on the door of Mohuashe every day, "What news? If I can't even tell you what to say next If you are surprised, I advise you to leave early and don't waste time."

Wang Ji showed a confident smile, "I know something about the inside story about a fairy who died unexpectedly in Huanxiangdieying a few days ago."

The old man became a little interested, "Do you know the cause of his death? Or the identity of the demon beauty he had a tryst with?"

Wang Ji shook her head, "All I know is that this news is a complete lie."

The old man's small eyes narrowed dangerously, "You mean that our Mohua News Agency released fake news? Do you know the consequences of this matter."

Wang Ji replied calmly, "You are only deceived by appearances, and I have evidence to prove it."