Swire Overlord

Chapter 170 It's Snowing Again
Picking up the herbal tea, Zhao Yufan also took a sip, a coolness filled his body, and he suddenly became sober. There are two types of people who came to Shuanglong Peak today.

The first category is Han Bingyue, Nangong Yurou, Elder Cimei, and Wan Kexin. The purpose of this group of people is very simple, they are worried about themselves, so they came here.

The second category is Elder Yunhai and others. They all have their own positions and goals, but the starting point is all for their own interests.

What Zhao Yufan has to do now is to analyze the situation and make a judgment that is most beneficial to him, so as to resist Ma Santong's frame.

As night falls, the willow tip is on the moon.

Today is an extremely calm day, but many people know that during this peaceful day, people from many forces appeared on Shuanglong Peak. They centered on this place and a storm was brewing.

I don't know when the storm will come, but the weather has become gloomy, the surrounding cold wind is raging, and the violent chill makes the warriors shiver.

On the rugged mountain road of Shuanglong Peak, a black shadow was climbing upwards. Under the light of the moon, one could see that the man's arms were wrapped in gauze, and he seemed to be injured.

This person came to the gate of the Ghost Tower, took a deep breath, tapped on the cold steel door lightly, and shouted impatiently, "Zhao Yufan, are you there?"

Hearing the voice outside, Zhao Yufan frowned, full of doubts, he was familiar with this voice, the person who spoke was Zhao Ziyue, but why did he come here?

Pushing open the door, he stared at Zhao Ziyue standing in the cold wind, and asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Ziyue glanced at Zhao Yufan coldly, took out a letter from his bosom, and said with a sneer: "A letter from Ma Santong." After Zhao Yufan received the letter, he said again: "Don't be too arrogant, it will be tomorrow." Your time of death!"

"Get out!" Zhao Yufan yelled angrily, and was about to close the door, but Zhao Ziyue blocked it with his hand.

Zhao Ziyue looked proud, straightened his chest, and said sarcastically: "You are in a desperate situation, how dare you be so arrogant? But you can be arrogant, tomorrow is your death day!"

Zhao Yufan's face became even colder, and he said disdainfully, "If you don't get lost, you'll die here!"

Hearing this, Zhao Ziyue's face turned red, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end. After a cold snort, he turned and left.

Zhao Yufan sat on the ghost tower a little annoyed, watching Zhao Ziyue leave Shuanglongfeng, then slowly got up, and opened the letter Ma Santong gave him. There were only eight words in the letter: Kill Zhao Zhanma, great things can happen!
At this time, pieces of snowflakes fell from the sky, and the snow covered the whole sky and soon covered the earth with a layer of silver.

Reaching out to catch a snowflake, the snowflake just touched the skin and melted into water stains. Zhao Yufan stared at his palm and murmured: "It's snowing again."

It was snowing again, and it seemed that every time it snowed, something would happen around Zhao Yufan.

This time the snow was extraordinarily heavy, and it fell all night without stopping.

In the vast white world, tiny black dots are constantly moving. They are the disciples of the Qinglan Sect who woke up to clear the snow in the early morning.

The disciples habitually glanced at the ghost tower on Shuanglong Peak. The ghost tower had disappeared. Where the ghost tower once stood, a small snow mountain appeared. This snow-covered ghost tower was on top of it.

In the ghost tower, Zhao Yufan, wearing a snow-white robe, pushed open the door.

A gust of cold wind mixed with snow foam rushed into his warm body along his neck, he shuddered and breathed in the fresh air, feeling that Qinglanzong had become another world.

He walked down the mountain slowly, and after walking a dozen steps, he heard someone exclaim at the foot of the mountain.

"Dead!"

Then, there was another exclamation: "Zhao Ziyue is dead!"

Hearing this, Zhao Yufan stopped, hesitated for a moment, his body was like a cheetah, jumped among the rocks, and rushed down the mountain.

Zhao Ziyue's body was almost covered with snow. If the Qinglan Sect disciples who were sweeping the snow hadn't discovered it, the body would not be discovered until the snow melted.

Zhao Ziyue's eyes opened, and his dull pupils were filled with complex emotions, including panic, helplessness, disbelief, and unwillingness.

He died, by the sword.

This sword was very fierce, killing him with one blow, stabbing the neck.

Looking at Zhao Ziyue's body, Zhao Yufan frowned, looked at the dozen or so disciples who were watching, and asked, "Who told you to come here to sweep the snow?"

"I, we came here voluntarily." A disciple replied submissively.

Zhao Yufan nodded slightly, and asked again, "Have you ever moved the corpse?"

"no!"

Staring at Zhao Ziyue's body, he found a strange thing, the body was lying flat, as if he knew he was going to die, so he was lying neatly on the ground.

Soon, Zhao Yufan understood that this was definitely not the first scene of the crime, because someone put the corpse here on purpose.

At this moment, there was a loud noise in the distance.

Zhao Yufan frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and immediately walked in the direction of the Twelve Heavens Gate.

The noise became louder and louder, Ma Santong led dozens of law enforcement disciples to the scene of the incident, and thousands of Qinglanzong disciples came with them.

The death of a disciple of the Pill Artifact Sect in the Qinglan Sect was a major event, and soon, Elder Yunhai and other strong men rushed to the scene.

After everyone's analysis, it was finally determined that the murderer was a master swordsman, and that he killed Zhao Ziyue last night, and that the murderer was strong in lightness.

Ma Santong's eyes lit up, and he said decisively: "It's Zhao Yufan, this place is the closest to Shuanglongfeng, and Zhao Yufan is also a master swordsman, and only he can kill Zhao Ziyue silently!"

Hearing that, many people showed strange looks. They didn't think it was Zhao Yufan's doing. There are countless sword masters in the Qinglan Sect. There are not a hundred people who can kill Zhao Ziyue, but there are eighty. They are so decisive that Zhao Yufan is the murderer. , obviously unfair.

Knowing that it was unfair, but the people present did not speak.

Ma Santong scanned the crowd, seeing that no one objected, he couldn't help shouting happily: "The law enforcement disciple obeys the order and immediately arrest the murderer Zhao Yufan. If he dares to resist, he will be executed on the spot!"

The law enforcement disciples immediately rushed to the Ghost Tower to arrest Zhao Yufan.

In fact, more than a dozen disciples present knew that Zhao Yufan was not in the ghost tower because they had just seen Zhao Yufan go to the Twelve Heavens Gate. However, they did not remind the law enforcement disciples that in their eyes, Zhao Yufan did not bother to kill Zhao Ziyue.

The current Twelve Heavens Gate is controlled by Wan Kexin, and some attacks and defenses have been added in the jungle. The current Twelve Heavens Gate is much stronger than before.

However, the Twelve Heavens Gate is the Twelve Heavens Gate after all, and Zhao Yufan walks here, coming and going freely.

Soon, he arrived at the former attic.

Pushing open the attic door, the room was spotless, it was obvious that someone cleaned it frequently.

Gently stroking the walls, tables and chairs where he used to live, Zhao Yufan laughed.

"It's you?" At this time, Wan Kexin's soft voice sounded outside the door, "You are not in the Ghost Tower, why did you come here?"

(End of this chapter)