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Su Shiliao sighed helplessly, looked at the shopkeeper and said, "Then I can only ask you?"

"Yes!" The shopkeeper raised his chin proudly, "Sir, I have increased the price now, one question per piece."

"Bullshit, good." Su Shi nodded with a smile, and took out another stack of bank notes from his pocket.

The store looked at him like a fool. With this money, they could leave here and start over.

Su Shili threw out one, and the shopkeeper stooped excitedly to pick it up, five taels of silver?

The smile on his face suddenly froze, Su Shiliu sneered in his heart, but his face was full of doubts, "Why didn't you answer."

"My lord, you... aren't you lying?" The sense of gap made the shopkeeper's voice tinge with complaint.

Su Shili sneered, "Is this one piece, one piece one question is what you said?"

"Yes……"

"Yes, then answer."

Su Shi said in a deep voice, his eyes were sharp as a knife, and the shopkeeper swallowed, trying to comfort himself with something better than nothing.

"Hetian Town was not originally like this."

Really greedy, five liang of silver was exchanged for such a sentence?

Su Shi sneered, and threw out another one, and the shopkeeper continued, "Some time ago, a murder case suddenly appeared here."

He spoke in an exaggerated tone, his eyes fixed on Su Shile's hand.

Su Shi smiled and threw out one.

The shopkeeper continued, "That man sucked human blood."

His words became shorter and shorter, Su Shi didn't care about it, and continued to lose money.

"People are sucked to death every day, and ah..."

There was another pause, and the smile on Su Shi's lips deepened a bit.

"After this person died, he was turned into a monk by that person, sitting cross-legged in front of that family's house!"

At this point, it was almost done, and Su Shili also suddenly understood why those people reacted like that when they opened the door. Anyone who opened the door early in the morning would be afraid to see a dead body sitting in front of the house.

"Have you ever seen that person?" Su Shiliao asked, throwing out a card.

"Is there a rule for the murderer to pick people?"

Two questions and two silver tickets, the shopkeeper bent down to pick them up, "No, I don't know."

Four words worth twelve taels, really good business.

Yan Juexiu came down from upstairs, saw all this in his eyes, watched the shopkeeper's hand pinching the bank note touch his tongue, his eyes flickered slightly, and he walked up to Su Shilai, "Do you want to make such a big noise?" What."

Su Shi smiled, got up and went out with him, before leaving the door, he said, "How do you know if that person is targeting us?"

"Why give him so much money." Yan Juexiu said in a low voice.

Su Shili sneered, "Tell him to send it back at night, with interest."

"Don't kill anyone." Yan Juexiu confessed.

Su Shi patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I know it well."

As the saying goes, wealth should not be exposed. Su Shi came here in the morning, and he was the focus of attention wherever he went. Everyone knew that this young man was rich, and they all gathered around him to buy things.

Su Shili had a cold face, Yan Juexiu remained silent, and let these people surround him. Seeing that the two of them remained unmoved, they separated.

They walked halfway around Hotan Town when they heard a sharp, miserable scream of fear.

The street, which was still lively, suddenly fell silent.

"Li Jiawa is dead! Li Jiawa is dead!"

Someone shouted loudly, everyone paused for a moment, and immediately packed up their things and prepared to go back to their respective homes.

Only Su Shiliao and Yan Juexiu followed the source of the sound.

In front of the house, a burly man was sitting cross-legged, his long hair was shaved, his brows were a little red, and there were teeth marks on his neck. Next to him was a pregnant woman crying uncontrollably.

Su Shiliu stood in the distance, Yan Juexiu stepped forward, comforted him a little bit, and gave some money, and finally got the man's family to agree to see the corpse.

Yan Juexiu checked carefully, and found that the man's heart was shattered and died, and there were traces of bloodletting on his wrist. He asked a few more questions.

Only then did I realize that this man had been missing for two days, and it seemed that his blood had been drained slowly, but why did he have to break his heart.

The clothes were pulled open, Su Shi took a closer look, his face changed slightly, Yan Juexiu looked up and looked into his eyes, closed the man's clothes, and said a few words to his family, and then he was with Su Shi Turn around and leave together.

The two asked which family members they knew had someone who had died recently, and they visited one by one. Su Shilao asked Yan Juexiu to ask about chest prints. People who have never practiced martial arts don't understand, so naturally they can't say anything.

Seeing that Su Shi was getting a little irritable, Yan Juexiu felt that this was the end of the day, so he dragged him back to the inn.

Back in the inn, Su Shilao also looked restless, Yan Juexiu looked at it for a while, and finally couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pulled him to his side, "What's wrong with you?"

Su Shi moved his throat, and after a while he said softly, "Do you remember that the Fang family has a palm technique called Broken Bone?"

"Yes, I remember that this is a unique skill created by Uncle Fang himself." Yan Juexiu replied casually.

Speaking of this, Yan Juexiu was taken aback for a moment, then opened his eyes wide, "Are you suspicious?"

"I'm just skeptical. I haven't seen that palm technique a few times before. I need further inspections to find out." Su Shilai lowered his eyelids, his face full of struggles.

Yan Juexiu wanted to reassure him that it would not be Fang Xintong, but that palm technique is indeed only known by Fang Xintong, and everyone knows it. If it is confirmed, it is unknown how much trouble will be caused.

Su Shili took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "Let's find a new grave to dig the grave and open the coffin."

Yan Juexiu's eyes widened when he heard the words, "You are crazy, digging a grave for autopsy is disrespectful to a corpse."

"I can't take care of that much anymore. If it's not, kill it directly. If it's..." Su Shilao couldn't continue talking.

The two sat facing each other, without speaking for a long time, the sun was setting, and the shopkeeper came running over with his hand swollen like a pig's hoof, drooling, crying and howling.

As soon as the door opened, the shopkeeper knelt down, held up the bank note, and said vaguely: "It's a villain who has eyes but can't see Mount Tai, so please help me, my lord."

Su Shiliu glanced at him lightly, "I don't understand what you are saying."

Is his money so easy to get?

The shopkeeper was crying and his tongue was stiff, which made him drooling all the time, and his hands were red and swollen, and he started to ooze water. He felt that something was wrong and he took the medicine, but after taking the medicine, it was even more terrifying.

Seeing his hands swell up, there was no time for a cup of tea.

The shopkeeper kowtowed and cried and said: "Young master, I can't help you, my nephew just passed away the day before yesterday, and I have to pay for the funeral. This villain is obsessed with asking for your money."

He kowtowed while crying, regardless of whether it was true or not, he looked soft.

When Su Shiliao heard the sentence that the day before yesterday was gone, he and Yan Juexiu looked at each other, and they both said in unison: "Take me to see."