book of troubled times

Chapter 231 There Are No Good People in Sword Lake City

Entering the mourning hall, a group of women and children around bowed their heads and saluted, all crying.

Zhao Changhe went forward to salute and offer incense, and looked around at the expressions of the people around him, always feeling a bit out of harmony.

The so-called women and children, there are no children, they are all women, ranging from twenties to forties and fifties. It seems that they are all wives and concubines of the deceased. There are no old people, children, or other relatives such as uncles and brothers. It is very unlike a family.

And the crying is weird too.It is still common to go to the mourning hall of relatives in this world. The relatives I saw were all crying at first, but after a few days, how many people still cried endlessly, and even if there were, there were only a few left.But these people have been crying for days.

I inadvertently remembered that if the time in this world continued to move forward, then I should have been "missing" for nearly a year at this time.I don't know how my parents will cry... It's nothing to smear the gold foil, if you can beat a blind girl, you'll have the heart to kill her alive!

what……

kill that witch...

Zhao Changhe was stunned.

For a long time, I have forgotten the "main line" of entering this world. It was originally said that I can go back by killing the demon girl. When the blind man fell into a dream, he also said that there are two paths to go back. Practice to the extent of breaking the barriers of time and space.

No one knew who the demon girl was, and she only saw her back in her dream, so she couldn't find her at all.Sometimes Zhao Changhe also thought about it, could Chichi, Sisi, or even Winged Fire Snake be that witch?Otherwise, why do I always meet witches?Based on this, Zhao Changhe never planned to find out who the demon girl was, for fear that if something was found out, it would cause trouble for himself.

But at this moment, it suddenly occurred to him that the three cards attached to time travel theoretically belong to him.The first one is a hang-up, and the second one's position card and the entanglement that can't be solved for a long time make this prince's identity entangled. So far, most of the turmoil that has been rolled up has been entangled with this matter, and it has not stopped.

The third card is the clue to unlock the identity of the demon girl... However, as a clue to decrypt, how to show that this thing "belongs to me"?
What can be reflected so far is-

Tianshu was awakened and sealed by himself.

Is it really because of Mana?Maybe the third card is already in effect...

But here comes the question, the three cards were bestowed by the blind man, if the blind man is the book spirit, she bestowed herself?
So it seems that she is not a book spirit?
The logic was a bit confusing for a while, and I couldn't figure it out.But I have never thought about this problem before, this time I was inspired by the accidental trigger, and I will think about it more in the future...

Zhao Changhe put away his wandering thoughts, and the Ji family beside him had been staring at him for quite a while.This yellow-faced man who claimed to be Shenhuangzong had been staring at the coffin without making a sound since the worship, and the feeling was really penetrating.

"Cough." Zhao Changhe finally said, "Junior Brother Ji asked me to investigate the situation. How did Uncle Ji die?"

The woman who had greeted him outside the door and asked him to do justice sobbed: "My husband originally arranged a banquet and asked Han Wubing to talk about the matter, but for some reason during the banquet, Han Wubing suddenly attacked, and my husband was caught off guard and died on the spot. Fortunately, President Pinghu Huiyan was eating next to him, when he heard a voice breaking into the door..."

Fortunately... the wording.

Zhao Changhe took a deep look at her and said nothing.

It's all like this, why do you still ask others to preside over the justice? If you ask Yan Lianping to preside over it, it will be over.

An old man who looked like an old butler beside him couldn't help but said: "The boss was indeed killed by Han Wubing. If this senior brother can help arrest the culprit, I will be very grateful. But the most urgent thing is to ask the senior brother to look at the situation with our young master and senior brother." One, to help keep the Ji family's property."

Zhao Changhe regained his spirit: "How to say?"

"Now the Xingyi Gang has no leader, the trees have fallen and the monkeys have scattered, many high-level backbones have been absorbed by the Pinghu Society, and the gang industry has also been annexed by the Pinghu Society. We all recognize this. But some properties are owned by the master himself. How can they be annexed? Now we, a group of old brothers, are guarding Taiping Street, but how many days can we guard? Yan Lianping is digesting various industries at this time, and will not have time to deal with us in a few days, everything will be over..."

Zhao Changhe nodded: "Then take me to Taiping Street to have a look."

The housekeeper was overjoyed: "Is this brother Gao's name?"

Zhao Changhe patted the wine gourd: "Situ smiled."

The house fell silent.Even the woman's eyes flashed with shock.

It's really Situ Xiao who came here, his nature is different from ordinary disciples!

Didn't Situ Xiao use an epee?This knife... Could it be a fake?
Zhao Changhe secretly apologized to Situ Xiao silently, coldly watching the expressions of the audience, and became more and more aware of it in his heart.

He deliberately reported Situ Xiao's name. This kind of muddy water requires a shark to stimulate it to expose the mud below.

Looking at it now, I'm afraid there are no good people in Hongdong County... No one was really sad about Ji Yinan's death, otherwise, hearing Situ Xiao's name, it should not be shock, but ecstasy.Even the housekeeper didn't really want to keep the young master's property loyally, he wanted to draw some soup for himself with the help of "brother young master".

The housekeeper tentatively said with some hesitation: "Brother, it's not that we suspect that Mr. Situ doesn't seem to be wearing this outfit..."

Zhao Changhe suddenly pushed flat with his palm, suddenly the wind and thunder blew up, the white flags of the mourning hall roared, and the candle flames broke.

"Shenhuang Fenglei Palm!" The butler didn't dare to accept this palm, he quickly stepped back, waved his hand and said, "Mr. Situ calm down, calm down..."

Zhao Changhe said coldly: "My junior brother's father was killed, and you only cared about the industry. Han Wubing killed the one who said it was Han Wubing? I want an autopsy."

Everyone looked at each other.

Zhao Changhe performed Situ Xiao's demeanor enough, and said "bah", "Why, it could be that you are plotting to harm..."

Before she finished speaking, the woman hurriedly said, "Mr. Situ wants to do an autopsy, so that's a good thing...Come and open the coffin!"

The coffin lid was removed, Zhao Changhe stepped forward covering his nose, and carefully inspected the fatal wound on the chest of the corpse.

Unlike the last autopsy to check the evil spirit, the corpses were all rotten, but this time they are still intact.Han Wubing's sword is a little slender than ordinary people's. In the eyes of professionals, this wound is relatively easy to distinguish, and it really looks like Han Wubing killed him.

But Zhao Changhe sneered in his heart.

Because the sword that Han Wubing used to used earlier was broken, and later he found a new sword in the sword room. Zhao Changhe had seen that sword before, and it had an ordinary shape. How could it be thinner than others?

This person was not killed by Han Wubing.

Of course, it doesn't matter whether Han Wubing killed the person in this matter, even if it is, it's no big deal, I'm not here to solve the case who is the murderer, the case I want to solve is the strength of the murderer.

Enduring his nausea, he stretched out his hand to lightly touch the wound, feeling the remaining breath inside, and asked the Heavenly Book to analyze it.

After a long, long time, he finally re-covered the corpse calmly, and said indifferently: "It really is Han Wubing's sword. Madam's condolences..."

The woman saluted: "Mister, please be the master."

Zhao Changhe nodded, and said to the housekeeper, "Take me to the so-called property."

The butler nodded and bowed: "Please, Mr. Situ."

Taiping Street is the street where the Ji family is located. The butler accompanied Zhao Changhe to inspect some of the shops and restaurants, and said with a smile: "The master is dedicated to the gang, and he doesn't have many properties under his name. There are only a few shops in the area. , if they are all taken away, even the spirit in heaven will not rest in peace..."

Zhao Changhe's eyes fell on a cow and sheepskin shop: "The Xingyi gang mainly manages sheepskin and other industries? Well... there are cheese, kumiss..."

The housekeeper said: "They are all from the top-notch Northland, and have nothing to do with the Hu people. Don't worry, Mr. Situ."

"Okay, I know about this matter. I will talk to Yan Lianping tomorrow. My Junior Brother Ji's things must not fall into other people's hands."

"With Mr. Situ's actions, Yan Lianping will definitely show face!" The housekeeper nodded and bowed: "The guest house has been cleaned, sir, please move in."

Zhao Changhe shook his head: "I have another place to live, and I will come to find you tomorrow morning."

The butler didn't dare to force him to stay, so he watched Zhao Changhe leave with an apologetic smile.

Zhao Changhe silently opened his back eyes to observe for a long time, then suddenly used Qinggong to shuttle through the streets and alleys, and disappeared in an instant.

Someone chased him to the corner of the street, lost Zhao Changhe's trace, and looked at each other in dismay: "Why did he disappear in the blink of an eye?"

"That's Situ Xiao, what's so strange about us not being able to keep up, go and tell the president..."

"Why the hell is this city getting weirder and weirder, all the gods are going here."

Zhao Changhe turned out of the shadows and laughed dumbfoundedly.

All members of the Ji family reported directly to the "President"...

Only then did he really start his lightness kung fu and disappeared into the darkness.

He quietly returned to the small courtyard of the inn, but the room was lit with candles, and a pig sat with its head resting on its chin, as if it had been waiting for him for a long time.

Zhao Changhe pushed the door in and said with a smile, "What, do you have any clues?"

Suzaku lazily said: "It's hard to say anything else. At least I know that Han Wubing was not caught by the Pinghu Society. I eavesdropped on their private conversations, and they all said that Han Wubing was not caught. It can't be fake. As for telling me in person What I said, I don’t know if it’s true or not, can you analyze it?”

"Oh? There are doubts that make you wonder if it's true or not?"

"Yeah, they told me that Herley lives in Ji's house. Either Yan Lianping is lying or Wei Zi is lying. Whoever lies is a traitor to his family, and the other party is not a traitor, right?"

"With your tone, you still hope that Yan Lianping is not a traitor. The problem is actually Wei Zicai?"

"Of course, do I really hope that there will be a traitor on the 28th night?"

"But unfortunately, both of them are lying." Zhao Changhe said seriously: "Tomorrow I will negotiate with Yan Lianping in the name of Situ Xiao, and he may take you to listen? No matter what happens at that time, you must Take strict precautions against Yan Lianping, it is best to attack him as soon as possible... I suspect that he is more than just the eighth level of the entrance, maybe he is at the level of the list, so we must not be careless."

Suzaku froze for a moment, the expression under the mask was a bit ugly.

If what Zhao Changhe said is true, then according to the setting of the Winged Fire Snake Xuanguan Jiuzhong, maybe something will happen, and then he really has to accept his favor...

But how can he judge Yan Lianping's level on the list?Even if you go for an autopsy, you can't find out?
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