smile to heart

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After exiting the bloody room, Min Zhi suppressed a nausea, and leaned against the wall to calm down.

Qi Zhong closed the door of the room silently, and ordered people to seal off the second floor, so as not to destroy the clues by onlookers who rushed over.

"This red line is really weird."

Qi Zhong whispered softly, took a few steps back, and turned his back to the wall.

Min Zhi's brows were not loose, and he said with a serious expression: "It's actually 'red threads'."

"Thousands of red threads?"

Nodding, Min Zhi said again: "Do you know about the appalling 'disappearing monk case' in Shangjiang?"

"I've heard about it a little bit. It seems to be the most difficult and strange case in Shangjiang."

"That's right. In the past year, there have been intermittent cases of missing monks, large and small, in various places in Upper Xinjiang. The murderer of these cases is mysterious, and it is rumored to be a ruthless woman in red."

"Because she loves to use red silk and red silk when killing people, and when she kills, she will leave an exquisite red heart knot woven with red thread, so she is code-named 'Linglong Heart'."

After Qi Zhong listened carefully to Min Zhi's explanation, he pinched his chin with one hand and lowered his eyes to think: There seemed to be a red knot on the pillow beside the bed just now.

"Linglongxin?"

"Yes. The layout of the room just now is her favorite trick, 'red threads'. It's so cruel that it is outrageous!"

When Min Zhi thought of the bloody scene just now, the feeling of vomiting welled up in his heart again.

Qi Dingjun nodded in agreement, and asked again: "Then what is the origin of this female devil? After killing so many people, no one captured her?"

"Heh. Do you know that she is a Tianzi-level female killer? If you want to catch her, even if you pay ten more, you don't want to hurt her even a single hair."

Min Zhi's exaggerated tone showed Qi Zhong's idiotic dream.

"Is it that powerful? But after all, she made such a big fuss, won't the immortals of Jiugai Mountain stand by and watch?"

Qi Zhong thought about it again, no matter how difficult the problem is, there must be someone who takes the lead and relieves the fear of the people in Liming.

Min Zhi was stunned for a moment, and then said: "In the past, these cases would only happen on the territory of middle and lower rank immortal families, but now even the Tang Sect doesn't pay attention, how dare they rush in and kill people in such a grandiose manner!"

"However, I heard that this case was ordered by the Immortal Venerable last year, but it seemed that there was no progress. It was handed over to the Fufeng Mu family at the beginning of the year. I guess it was to test the ability of the next Immortal Venerable."

When Qi Zhong heard the last few words, he got excited and repeated, "Leave it to Mu Yun?"

"It should be. I don't know. But it's useless, this female killer is not so rampant!"

That disgusting scene still appeared in Min Zhi's mind, and he spoke casually.

Qi Zhong's interest sprouted, and he couldn't help but recall the stupidity of that person, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: Just him?A fool can solve the case?Why don't you give me some money and hire me.

"Don't talk, it's getting late. Let's go back to the house first. Before I entered the door, I sent a signal to the Tang Sect. They will send someone to take care of the follow-up."

There was already a sense of fatigue between the brows, Min Zhiyan finished speaking, and went downstairs first.

Qi Zhong waited for her to walk some distance away from him, then slowly followed, and touched the half-dry and half-wet blood on his back while walking.

Tsk-tsk twice, he wiped his hands on the wall in disgust.

×

As the night was dark, Lin Weier hurried back to the main entrance of the Tang Mansion, and when he looked up, all the magnificent lanterns were shining.

She calmly walked towards the vermilion gate, and the guards of the Tang gate blocked her way when they saw her face.

"Do you have a token?"

"Have."

Lin Weier subconsciously touched his waist, but felt nothing.

Looking down in panic, I found that the waist card was actually lost!

The guard guarding the gate saw her lingering for a long time, but did not take out the token, and said with disdain: "Without a token, you are not allowed to enter without permission! Go away quickly."

"I……"

Lin Weier didn't expect them to be so harsh, and sent them away without waiting for her to explain.

In desperation, she couldn't get in, so she had to squat under the eaves at the side, waiting for Qi Zhong and the two to come back to make a rescue.

After waiting for a long time, Night Breeze became even more desolate.

Taking out the flare in her arms, Lin Weier desperately wanted to pull it away, hoping that her senior brother would come back soon so that she would not have to suffer from the cold wind.

But after hesitating for a while, she silently went back.

Under the dim light of the lantern, she huddled helplessly in a corner, and suddenly felt a sore nose.

It turns out that traveling far away is so helpless, leaving Changting, leaving hometown, there is no room for people in this world, Lin Weier began to imagine whether Qi Zhong and his master had the same experience during the years of travelling. What about the heartache?

"Tap-tap-"

In the night, the sound of approaching horseshoes accompanied by the sound of wheels grinding the ground woke up the drowsy Lin Weier.

Standing up unsteadily, she hammered her numb legs, watching a luxurious carriage steadily approaching under the street lamp in the distance of Kuan Lane, the destination was obviously the gate of Tang Sect.

"Hurry up. The young master is back, open the door quickly!"

The panicked voices of the two guards just now came to his ears, Lin Weier frowned slightly, and lowered his head to think: Master?The young master of the Tang family?

The name that had been muttered in my heart for several years suddenly blurted out: "It's Tang Lanqi who is back."

"He will definitely take me in."

Finally meeting a trustworthy acquaintance, Lin Weier smiled happily, hurried to the front of the carriage, and opened his hands in a panic to stop their progress.

The coachman let out a cry and reined in the reins, but the horse was startled, and it backed up a few steps, shaking the carriage and startling the people in it.

"What's going on?" A cold question came from behind the car curtain.

Lin Weier was even more delighted. She had remembered this voice for many years, and she would never admit it wrong.

Trembling, the coachman wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Returning to the young master, yes, someone blocks the car..."

"Oh? Blocking the way at the door of my son's house? It's really strange."

The people in the car have always refused to show their faces, but their tone is quite contemptuous.

Lin Weier's smiling face became a little stiff.

The guard who rushed over gave her a vicious look and ordered her to leave.

Then he turned to the people in the carriage and said courteously: "Young Master, don't get angry. This girl has been squatting at the door for a long time. She wants to enter the house, but she can't get a token. The younger ones acted impartially, so they didn't dare to let her in. Knowing that she is ignorant, she dared to bump into your carriage."

"That's right, we're going to drive her out."

As he said that, he was about to draw his sword to threaten, Lin Weier looked sad, and shouted with grievance: "Brother Lanqi..."

Everyone paused and looked at each other, shocked that she dared to call Mr. Tang Jiagui by his first name.

When the people in the car curtain heard this sweet shout, they seemed to sneer and said nothing.

Then there were a few giggles from a woman in the car, and she said: "My lord, we still have business to do..."

The voice is as soft and charming as water, so drunk that others can think of it, it must be accompanied by a beautiful woman with a natural beauty.

Lin Weier was suddenly heartbroken, and was stunned to the side, staring at the curtain of the carriage with complicated emotions.

Suddenly, the car curtain was pulled away, revealing a handsome face made of nature under the starry sky, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, deep eyes, and a frivolous smile on the corner of his mouth.

Tang Lanqi looked down at Lin Weier who was as obedient as a white rabbit, clicked his tongue, didn't recognize her, and mistakenly thought that his romantic debt had come to the door.

Lazily closing her eyes, she looked at her nonchalantly: "Give her some money, find an inn to stay in, it's cool at night, don't watch at the door..."

Before he finished ordering his servants to send her away, Tang Lan frowned slightly with thick eyebrows, and smiled emotionlessly for a moment.

"Cried?"

Lin Weier stood under the moon and stars, his eyes were hazy, his lips were pursed and weeping, and the teardrops glistened.

Putting down the car curtain without any trouble, the person inside said another cold sentence: "Greedy woman. Leave her alone and keep going."

Lin Weier was violently pushed aside by the guards, and he fell to the ground like a walking dead, weeping sadly.

She didn't know that Tang Lanqi regarded her as the kind of seductive woman who was greedy and wanted to blackmail him, but she was really sad to think that the dream of friendship for many years had been shattered.

It was in vain for her to think about it for so long, hoping that he would come back soon, complete the task, and recount the old days to express her heart...

×

The lights will dissipate, and the long street is silent and empty.

Qi Zhong and Min Zhi walked side by side on the bleak avenue, the cold wind blew gently, and their faces felt cool.

"I have another question."

The two chatted for a while, learned about each other's general situation, and became acquainted with each other a lot, and officially met.

Min Zhi took this opportunity to continue asking questions.

Qi finally replied indifferently: "Ask."

"I want to ask, is this ancient sword on your back just for decoration? Why do you never use it while carrying it, and you only clean the scabbard, not the blade..."

This question caused Qi Zhong to pause for a moment, before returning to his normal pace.

Sighing, he said, "Because I can't pull out this sword."

"Ah? I can't even pull out my saber? Then what kind of immortal are you still cultivating?"

Min Zhi was shocked by his answer.

Qi Zhong had no choice but to smile bitterly: "It's bad. My master won't even let me tie pills."

"What? No way? Your master, Dao Feizi, is the second-highest cultivator in Shangjiang, second only to the Immortal Liuzhen of Jiugai Mountain. As his closed disciple, you haven't formed an alchemy yet?"

Min Zhi repeated all these cruel facts, and Qi Zhong felt an unknown anger rise in his heart, and his expression turned cold.

"Uh... maybe Elder Qi has some unique secrets that he wants to give you, and you need to meet some special conditions, such as not forming pills, not using swords?"

Sensing that Qi Zhong's expression was not right, Min Zhi hurriedly changed the content.

As a result, he sighed again, and took down the sword from his back in frustration, his eyes disappointed: "It would be great if this is the case. I don't have to carry this scrap metal on my back every day, just pretending."

"Ahahaha. You're so funny, you actually said that such a good sword is broken metal... Uh, why don't you let me see it?"

It was the first time that Min Zhi felt the pressure of an awkward chat, so she bit the bullet and continued to comfort her.

Throwing it casually, Qi Zhong threw the sword into Min Zhi's arms nonchalantly, and walked forward in a cool way alone.

Min Zhi looked down and saw a few small words engraved on the hilt of the sword: Shadow Falling Sword.

Caressing the smoothness of the sword body carefully, and lightly stroking those simple patterns, through these touches, Min Zhi faintly felt a chill from a very, very distant era.

It seems that this sword is naturally cold, but when it is held in the hand, it feels soft, not like that kind of murderous killing intent, and people can't feel its indifference.

Even with all his strength, Min Zhi couldn't pull out the sword, so he turned around helplessly, ready to return it to Qi Zhong.

As soon as he caught up with him, before he got close to him, Min Zhi stared at Qi Zhong's back in a daze, couldn't help slowing down, and looked carefully.