Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 470 Chi Guangnian's Notes
In the car, Xun Hanchuan told Hang Zixiao what Feng Ting meant. Although Hang Zixiao didn't believe in Feng Ting as much as Xun Hanchuan, but because Feng Ting found out that Dean Zhuang had died of poisoning, he had already taken a new look at Feng Ting.

After a while, the carriage arrived in front of Dean Zhuang's office building, and the three got out of the car and walked into the office building.

This building is actually a bit old, with the imprint of time everywhere.

Feng Ting saw that some rooms were locked, and these locks were not ordinary locks, but door locks with simple formations. As long as they touched the room, people would know it.

The study room, alchemy room, and weapon refining room that Feng Ting wanted to see were all locked, so Feng Ting could only walk around and simply look around.

Walking, the three of them arrived at the door of a simple bedroom.The door was unlocked, and Feng Ting walked in.

The room is very simple, it looks like a simple bedroom, but it is too simple, there is only a bed, a table, two chairs, and a simple bookcase.

Hang Zixiao said to Feng Ting: "Dean Zhuang sometimes gives lectures to some gifted students. If he forgets the time, he will let the students live here."
"Um."
Feng Ting walked to the bookcase, and glanced casually over the bookcase.Since entering the initial stage of Lingdu, his perception has become several times stronger, and he can even sense the smell of ants on the wall behind the bookcase.

His eyes suddenly stopped on a book, he reached out to pick it up, and opened it casually to read.

Xun Hanchuan and Hang Zixiao were both very strange. They also approached Feng Ting, and Feng Ting saw that it was a classic about self-cultivation.This classic book has nothing to do with cultivation, it is just a book to nourish the mind before going to bed.

But Feng Ting seemed to be reading it very seriously, flipping through the pages one by one, looking very quiet.

Hang Zixiao asked, "Feng Ting, is there something wrong with this classic?"
"Let me take a look." Feng Ting continued to flip through the pages, his eyes fixed on the classics, but he was actually perceiving the inner things of the classics.

Because this is not a classic at all, but a space spirit tool.Although the internal space of this space spirit weapon is very small, only half a meter square, it is indeed a space spirit weapon.

Feng Ting felt that there must be a purpose for a spatial artifact to be placed here.Regardless of whether this spiritual weapon was put here by Dean Zhuang, he wanted to open it and have a look.

However, he is only a martial artist, and it is indeed very difficult to open a space spirit weapon.This spiritual weapon is different from his space ring, which was reshaped by Lambert, and he can open it with aura.But this piece of space aura is an ordinary space spirit weapon that can only be opened by spiritual practitioners in the Changhe realm.

However, Feng Ting didn't want to find a Changhe Realm to open this space spirit weapon. Although he couldn't fully open this spirit weapon, he might be able to pry open a crack and get something out.

After trying a few times, he felt that he could not exert his full strength, so he said to Xun Hanchuan and Hang Zixiao beside him, "Both deans, go out for a while, and let me read a book quietly for a while."
"What are you going to do?" Hang Zixiao asked in surprise.

"I want to study." Feng Ting said solemnly.

"Now is not the time to study." Hang Zixiao showed displeasure.

"Old Hang, if he wants to study, let him study."
Xun Hanchuan knew Feng Ting well, and he felt that Feng Ting must have his reasons for making such a request, so he pulled Hang Zixiao's sleeve, dragged Hang Zixiao out of the room, and closed the door.

Hang Zixiao wanted to speak, but Xun Hanchuan shook his head at him, motioning him not to speak.Hang Zixiao looked confused and helpless, so he had no choice but to follow Xun Hanchuan's wishes for the time being.

In the room, Feng Ting started to sabotage. He took out the Fog Gu Blade and began to study the book.He first injected madness into the book, and a halo appeared around the book.

Then, he plunged the fog gu blade into the halo and began to pick the lock.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is a completely crazy idea. The space spirit weapon may be broken, but it is impossible to pry it open.

However, after Feng Ting was reborn as the ninth world, he had used many spatial artifacts, and he knew that some spatial artifacts were not as mysterious as they seemed, as long as the method was right, they could indeed be pried open.

The main reason is that the fog gu blade in his hand is the perfect tool for picking locks. This fog gu blade has no fixed shape. He can make a knife, a sword, or even a hook, so as long as he finds it The gap can be pried open.

He kept urging his aura to vibrate this spatial artifact. If it was a perfect spatial artifact, even if he vibrated wildly, it would be difficult to open the gap.But this space spirit tool is very common and very old, maybe it hasn't been repaired for a long time.

So under his crazy vibration, a gap was really opened.Although the gap disappeared in a flash, he felt it, and the fog gu blade pierced into the gap.

The edge of the fog gu blade began to grow bigger, and the gap naturally grew bigger.When it was big enough to reach in, Feng Ting reached in, touched it, and grabbed an old notebook.

He immediately put away the spiritual energy and fog gu blade, put the classic on the bookcase, and opened the notebook.

This is a practice notebook, which records some cultivation experience.

Even if Feng Ting is reborn as the ninth world, he can feel that the owner of this note is very talented in cultivation.

The notes are not too thick, only more than 30 pages. When he saw the last page, Feng Ting's expression froze.

This last page is not a cultivation experience, but a confession letter.The owner of this note killed his beloved woman, and felt extremely painful and blamed himself.

But he didn't say why the owner of the note killed his beloved woman.

From the beginning to the end, the name of the owner of the note did not appear.

Whose note is this?
Why did it appear in this room?

Feng Ting sat down quietly, holding a notebook and thinking.

"Feng Ting, how is your reading going?"
Xun Hanchuan's voice came from outside the door.

"Still studying." Feng Ting took the notes and continued to think.

Xun Hanchuan outside the door smiled helplessly at Hang Zixiao when he heard Feng Ting's words.

"What on earth is he going to do?" Hang Zixiao asked angrily.

"Old Hang, Feng Ting is definitely not a boring person, he must have a purpose in doing this." Xun Hanchuan persuaded.

"Are we going to wait like this?" Hang Zixiao couldn't get angry with Xun Hanchuan, but he really wanted to rush in.

Xun Hanchuan pulled Hang Zixiao's sleeve and said in a low voice, "Old Hang, you've been waiting, just wait a little longer."
"But......."
"Old Hang...don't be too bad, trust me, Feng Ting will not let us down."
Hang Zixiao shook his head helplessly: "Okay."
Time passed quietly, and the two principals stood at the door of this simple room, waiting for the young man who didn't know what he was doing inside.

After about half an hour, Hangzi Xiaoshi couldn't wait any longer, so he was about to rush.

"Bosses, come in."
"go in."
Xun Hanchuan heaved a sigh of relief. If he waited any longer, he really couldn't stop Hang Zixiao.

The two walked into the room and saw Feng Ting sitting on a chair, holding a very old notebook in his hand.They saw the seriousness on Feng Ting's face, which made them feel a little baffled.

"Feng Ting, what did you find?" Xun Hanchuan asked immediately.

"President Xun, look at the last page of this notebook." Feng Ting stood up and handed the notebook to Xun Hanchuan.

Xun Hanchuan took the notes, opened the last page, and looked carefully.

Hang Zixiao also came over to take a look.

Soon, Xun Hanchuan finished reading the last page, looked up and asked Feng Ting: "Whose note is this? Why is it here?"
"If I were the owner of this note, I would never keep this note anyway, let alone put it in a place I can't control." Feng Ting said.

"That's natural. Killing the woman you love, of course, you can't let outsiders know about it." Xun Hanchuan said.

"That is to say, the owner of the notebook didn't put it here, so who should put it here?" Feng Ting looked at Xun Hanchuan and Hang Zixiao.

Both Xun Hanchuan and Hang Zixiao were smart people, and they immediately understood what Feng Ting meant.

"This is Dean Zhuang's office building. Could it be that Dean Zhuang put it here?" Xun Hanchuan said.

"Well, it should be Dean Zhuang who put the notes here." Feng Ting nodded slightly.

"Dean Zhuang is an open-minded person, why did he put this notebook here?" Hang Zixiao asked.

"Dean Zhuang is not only a frank person, he should also be a kind person. He probably didn't leave this note to threaten the owner of the note." Feng Ting said silently: "He should be urging the owner of the note to do good, so that The owner of the notebook remembers that there is such a notebook, there is such a thing."
"Yes." Hang Zixiao said, "Dean Zhuang doesn't want to take such things with him, so he puts them here."
Xun Hanchuan felt the importance of this notebook, and he said: "If the owner of the notebook is not a frank person, if the owner of the notebook commits evil deeds, he must be worried that Dean Zhuang will make the notebook public."
"So the owner of the notes had a reason to kill Dean Zhuang." Feng Ting said calmly.

"Who is the owner of the note?" Hang Zixiao took the note and began to search for it.

Feng Ting said: "I've read it, and there is no signature on the note."
Hang Zixiao also looked for it, but there was indeed no sign or name.

Xun Hanchuan looked at Feng Ting and asked, "Feng Ting, do you know who the owner of the note is?"
"En." Feng Ting nodded slightly.

"Who?" Hang Zixiao looked serious, waiting for Feng Ting's answer.

"Red Light Year."
Hearing Feng Ting say this name, both Xun Hanchuan and Hang Zixiao were shocked. They never expected it to be Chi Guangnian.

"Why do you think it's Chi Guangnian?" Hang Zixiao asked immediately.

"This is Chi Guangnian's handwriting." Feng Ting said.

"Have you seen Chi Guangnian's handwriting?" Hang Zixiao asked.

"I have been to Grid City, and I have also been to Chifu. The three characters of Grid City on the tower of the east gate of Grid City, and the two characters of Chifu on the main gate of Chifu should be written by Chi Guangnian." Feng Ting Looking at Xun Hanchuan and Hang Zixiao, he said.

(End of this chapter)