When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

Watching the man leave, Zhong Li couldn't bear it anymore, jumped out from the bushes, pointed in the direction the man was leaving, and said, "Just let him go like this, don't you want to chase him?"

"You can run away from the monk, but you can't run away from the temple." Huatian didn't rush to chase the man in black, and stepped forward to check Yu Qingquan's body, which was already completely cold.

With the money bowl, Huatian and Zhongli work together to bury Qingquan's body.

While digging the hole, Hua Tian said to Yu Qingquan's corpse, "Rest in peace, I will find you a good birth for you when I get back to the underworld."

"My lord, you are really kind." Zhong Li said from the side.

Before Huatian could be proud, Lan Zijun cut him off: "He's not kind, he's procrastinating."

"That's right, I'm procrastinating in my work, how can I be decisive, brother Zijun." Huatian sneered sarcastically.

Lan Zijun was angry, and walked aside to ignore the flower field.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Zhongli intervened, "Let's go back to the Red Mansion first, and then make further plans."

In the middle of the night, there was a cool breeze, the clouds were blown away by the wind, and the moonlight shone brightly on the bodies of the returnees. Walking in the wilderness with shadows, the few returned to the red building silently all the way.

Hua Tian had already made plans: "Tomorrow we will go to the dock to visit the man in black."

"My lord, what if he's not here?" Zhong Li was worried. The man just committed a crime tonight, and he might not be in the mood to play the flute on the boat tomorrow.

Huatian understood Zhongli's worry, shook his head and said, "Looking at how calm he was last night, he must have committed many crimes, and he has long been used to it."

When Hua Tian said this, Zhong Li nodded in agreement.

Huatian continued: "The boat boy said that the man in black plays the flute on the boat every day, so there must be many people in Yaocheng who recognize him, even if he doesn't come, it's okay, just spend some time talking and ask a few more people. "

Zhong Li was completely convinced, and he was already thinking about how to ask passers-by tomorrow.

Seeing that Lan Zijun was still angry, although Huatian felt upset, he let go of his mouth first, intending to relax, and asked him: "Brother Zijun, what do you think?"

Knowing that Huatian intends to relax, Zhongli and Jianjian looked at Lan Zijun together, waiting for his attitude.

With so many eyes staring at him, Lan Zijun was embarrassed to vent his anger, but he still didn't want to talk to Huatian, ignored his words, and found another way: "Just now the man drew the Dementor Curse."

As long as Lan Zijun opened his mouth, the big stone in Huatian's heart would be put down. He ignored him and asked, "What is the Dementor Curse?"

Seeing Huatian's generosity, Lan Zijun couldn't care less about it, and explained: "The Dementor Curse and the Soul Sac are treasures that are used in conjunction. The man in black first uses the Dementor Curse to suppress the soul, and then uses the sleeve in his sleeve to suppress the soul. Lock the soul bag to collect the soul."

People who don't understand soul art can't understand the reason. Lan Zijun is a leader in this method, so he sees it one step more than ordinary people.

"Knowing soul skills, it seems that this person is the murderer. I'll go and catch him tomorrow." Zhong Li was gearing up, thinking about how to fight tomorrow.

Huatian patted Zhongli on the shoulder, telling him to relax his fighting state: "Without conclusive evidence, he cannot be said to be the murderer."

Zhong Li refused to accept: "It's so obvious, how could he not be the murderer."

Seeing Zhongli's pouting and staring eyes arguing, Huatian felt playful and said fiercely, "What if he isn't the murderer."

The provocative method really worked, and Zhong Li blurted out: "If he wasn't the murderer, I'd go eat shit."

Ji Zhongli made such an embarrassing oath, Huatian was in a good mood, and pulled Jianjian to be a witness: "Jianjian, you can hear clearly, our chief judge said that if the man is not a murderer, he will eat shit."

Kaneken nodded to cooperate with Hanada.

"I'll also be a witness." Lan Zijun also came to join in, anyway, it's not him who eats, why not have fun.

Seeing that Lan Zijun had come to join in the fun, Zhong Li felt a drum in his heart, but it would be too embarrassing to take it back after he had spoken, and said stiffly: "Okay, I will go ask tomorrow, and I will definitely find the man."

"It's up to you tomorrow." Huatian patted Zhongli on the shoulder, laughed and brought Jianjian back to the bedroom, feeling extremely happy.

Zhongli was laughed at by Huatian, feeling at a loss, and asked Lan Zijun, "Lord Lan, what do you think? Is the murderer the man in black playing the flute?"

Lan Zijun shook his head pretending to be deep, and went back to the bedroom.

With a mournful face, Zhongli followed Lan Zijun back to the bedroom. Fortunately, he couldn't pretend to be troubled, so he covered himself with the quilt and fell asleep, and had another good night's sleep.

When I came to the dock on the second day, I heard the familiar sound of the flute. Accompanied by the sound of the flute, it was the boatman who was about to go to sea. Their dark skin told their love and unyielding to the vast ocean.

"Go quickly." Lan Zijun urged Huatian.

"My lord, you can go." Zhong Li expressed his sympathy and helplessness.

Hanada looked at Kaneken, Kaneken lowered his head, at a loss.

"Zhongli, don't you want to know who the murderer is? Go and ask with me." Huatian tugged at the corner of Zhongli's clothes and moved him together.

Zhongli casts a look of help to Lan Zijun.

Lan Zijun understood, rescued Zhongli and said, "Fix the troubles you caused yourself, don't waste our time, go quickly."

"Sigh." Huatian sighed, let go of Zhongli, and walked slowly towards Brother Chuan, who was packing the fishing nets and preparing to go to sea, as if he was going to the execution ground.

The problem of blushing, Huatian can't get rid of it all the time, and he will be responsible for it today.

After adjusting his expression, Hanada grinned, came to Brother Chuan's side, and gently poked his spine.

Brother Chuan turned around and recognized that it was the "uncle" who had the quarrel that day. He thought he was looking for trouble again, so he hurriedly untied the rope and hurried out to sea to avoid the disaster.

"Brother, don't rush to leave." Holding Brother Chuan's hand firmly, not letting him go, Huatian smiled uglier than crying.

Seeing this smile, Brother Chuan wanted to go to sea even more, begging for mercy again and again: "You are the master, you are the master, can I go?"

"Brother, don't go, I have something to ask for your help." Hua Tian said with a sincere expression and a sincere tone.

Brother Chuan looked at Huatian, trying to see his intentions from his expression, and was silent for a while.

Huatian thought that Brother Chuan was influenced by him, so he relaxed.

While Huatian let go, Brother Chuan rushed onto the boat and shouted at Huatian behind him: "I believe your evil."

Hey, I'm so short-tempered!

Huatian came to the ferry in a hurry, but he couldn't touch the boat boy with his hand. Seeing that he was about to leave, Huatian took out a piece of silver from his sleeve, and shouted across the water: "If you help me, this piece of silver The silver is yours."

My heart is bleeding, this is his private money.

Sure enough, money is the easiest tool for communication, and it is easier to use than Hanada's rare sincere expression.

Brother Chuan's face changed a few times, and finally he rowed the boat and swam towards the flower field with a happy face.

After accepting the money hesitantly, Brother Chuan took the initiative to ask, "What do you want me to do for you?"

Hmph, don't even ask, just collect money, murder and set fire, do you dare to help?Hua Tian hummed in his heart.

After giving the money, Hua Tian became angry, pointed to the man playing the flute on the boat, and asked in a row: "Just that man, what is his origin? Why is he crazy?"

It was no different from the day when he met the man, he still played the flute with a calm expression, like a Sanxian who had escaped from the world, calmly making Huatian think that he recognized the wrong person yesterday.

After taking the money, Brother Chuan was not in a hurry to go out to sea, and took Hua Tian to sit down on the wooden stake at the ferry. Having encountered difficulties, he said to himself: "Where do I start?"

"You can do whatever you want." Huatian was a little anxious, looking at the younger brother's appearance, it seemed that there was a big drama to be told.

Brother Chuan was not in a hurry, thought for a while, smoothed out his thoughts, and then slowly said: "Then talk about it when you come to Yu Yao from Xu Baili."

"Xu Baili?" Brother Chuan talked endlessly, and Huatian couldn't help but wonder.

"Xu Baili is a poor scholar." Brother Chuan suddenly remembered, as if he had missed something important to introduce, "Oh! The person on board is called Yu Ziyi, and Xu Baili is his classmate and good friend."

"Yu Ziyi's father is Yu Yao, a well-known businessman, with a wealth of wealth and millions of properties. The Yu family ten years ago can be said to be well-known in the entire Xu Dynasty. Such a prominent family, because ten years ago An event a few years ago has brought about a shocking change." Brother Chuan paused and couldn't help sighing, "Ten years is just a snap of the fingers!"

"What happened?" Brother Chuan whetted Huatian's appetite.

"It's not urgent, let's start with Xu Baili first." Brother Chuan deliberately hung Huatian.

"Ten years ago, I was looking for work in Yufu, driving a car for the master and wife of the Yu family, and happened to meet Yu Ziyi and Xu Baili."

Huatian was secretly happy, he really provoked the right person, and he could meet all of this.

"It snowed heavily for three days in a row, and the day was finally sunny and the sun was shining brightly. Yu Zi, who had been in the mansion for three days, took a group of people out for shopping.

There are few leisurely people like him, and there are almost no pedestrians on the street. It is also fate. The young master, who is afraid of being wet with snow on the soles of his shoes, wants to get out of the sedan chair and step on the snow that day. government.

In the bustling street, Young Master Yu saw Xu Baili lying on the steps, basking in the sun at a glance.

At that time, Xu Baili was dressed in rags and his complexion was sallow. It seemed that he had been hungry for several days.

God, it's not that much better than a beggar, but this young man has a look of aloofness, his eyes are closed, revealing an extraordinary face.

Yu Ziyi walked towards Xu Baili in a daze as if he had found a demon. "

Huatian listened engrossed, more exciting than storytelling, but still had doubts in his heart, interrupted Brother Chuan, and asked: "Since you said that Xu Baili has an extraordinary face, why do you still call him the bad luck of the Yu family?"

"Why do you talk so much, listen to me." Brother Chuan was also brought into it by what he said, complaining that Huatian interrupted his train of thought.