Death Sutra

The face was lifelike, black, and as serious as usual. Only Pang Jing knew that the man had a huge enthusiasm in his heart. He couldn’t help but push it and finally found the difference: the skin no longer has a surname, the whole body It also lost its reaction, and only the place where it was touched was slightly sunken. .

Death showed a cold face at this moment, and Pang Jing was shocked by his heart. He shrunk his hand and stepped back. He was supported by the followers.

"Who is the murderer?" Pang Jing's voice was so calm that he was surprised.

No one dared to speak. The slaughter had to open his head and the scalp was open. Luo Qikang was already dead. She was the leader of the Central Plains martial arts here. "I didn't see it. We found it on the street... his body, it looks like two sword wounds. It’s near the heart, not fatal, the other is in the throat, it’s a killing trick, and the technique is similar to the two assassinations.”

The first two assassinations were Fang Shuyi and Shangguanhong. Pang Jing once saw the body of the former. He would have some martial arts, but it was not enough to distinguish the subtle differences in the wounds. He could only believe in the judgment of Tu Yu. "How is it possible? ”

"Ah?" Tu Yu did not keep up with Pang Jing's thoughts. He thought that the adults were questioning their own conclusions. The old face was slightly red. "Everyone has similar views, maybe there are other injuries..."

"How could he be killed by the front? He is the most powerful swordsman of the Locke."

The slaughter went to the front of the case where the corpse was placed and pointed to the wound in the throat. "The deadly sword is probably stabbed from the side, but the sword is very fast, the wound is small, and it looks like a frontal attack. Luo Qikang died at the corner of the street, which is very suitable for arranging ambushes. We guessed this, some people challenged Luo Qikang, both lost, the challenger escaped, the Luo room was chased behind, and the result was sneak attack, the murderer should be two people..."

Why is this old woman so disgusting? Pang Jing felt wondering, about fifty or sixty people before and after, there were servants, and there were also martial artists, all of them were holding their breath, and they were saddened by the guardians. Only the low-lying old woman chattered, as if everything seemed to be understood.

"Catch the murderer back to me." Pang Jing ordered.

"Yes, adults, we have some clues now..."

"What more clues?" Pang Jing's voice rose from low, and the last word almost came out. "Dragon King! It must be a good thing for the Dragon King. He is a despicable villain, assassination... Assassination..." Can not tell the name of Luo Qikang.

The murder of the murderer is violent, and the guardian is angered. He is about to lose his mind. It is not wise to refute him at this time, but she is an elder, and in the presence of so many martial arts, she must tell the truth. Adults should know that before Luo Qikang, another person was assassinated. The wounds of the two were almost exactly the same. Moreover, we found Luo Qikang’s body when tracking the murderer who was assassinated before."

“Who is the other?” Pang Jing tried to control the emotions, and the content of the old woman’s story was indeed an important clue.

"The North Court man Molin, who used to be the wing guard of the old Khan."

Pang Jing frowned, he did not understand, Mo Lin Ming Ming is the loyal running dog of the Dragon King, how can he be assassinated? Did he really see the money, did not tell the dragon about the gold?

"Call everyone, everyone who can take weapons, go with me." Pang Jing had an idea in his heart, he suddenly understood that it is not just the Dragon King who wants to kill Luo Qikang.

"Where? This clue can't prove..."

"I don't need proof." Pang Jing clenched his right fist on his chest, and the knuckles squeaked. "You don't need you, you stay, you are not allowed to leave Bodhi Garden for half a step."

Tu Yu’s mouth was stunned, and he was puzzled by the distrust of the guardian’s public.

"Don't think that I don't know that your brother is selling for the Dragon King." Pang Jing didn't want to be confused. Today, he wants to end everything. What the Central Plains' Western Regions plan, and what is safely promoted is not as important as revenge. "The school is the Central Plains." Traitor!" He announced loudly that this was the first step in revenge.

The patience of the slaughter is also over, and the willingness to play for the court does not mean that it is at the mercy of the next three people. "Adult." She heavily poked the crutches to the ground. "Speak with evidence, kill the dog itself. Who chooses to make a living, what is it about the faction? What is better with the Dragon King is the entire Central Plains, you don’t..."

Pang Jing stepped back and his eyes were more and more ruthless.

Tu Yu suddenly turned around and found that dozens of martial arts fellows have been signaled from Pang Jing, and they have pulled out their weapons and are slowly moving to surround her.

"Is it crazy, you?" Tu Yu was very annoyed, Pang Jing Ming Ming fell into the **, how can these normal people follow the mischief?

She recognizes these people and can name most of them. The person with the highest status also has to call her a "sister". More people have to respectfully call "Shi Shu" or even "Shi Shuzu" every time they meet. Now, their eyes are fascinating, and several people are still very excited.

Tu Yu does not remember who he has offended, but he does not know which situation is in line with the rules of the Central Plains. Yu Yucheng turned everyone into a madman. She thought, shouting: "A fool..."

More than a dozen weapons were attacked at the same time. There were more swords in the periphery. There was no fear in the slaughter. The crutches were like a silver dragon, and the mouth was still loudly loud: "Smell, see how you go back to the Central Plains." Taishan sent the head to confess! Liu Ziyue, you are a little rabbit, and dare to bully the ancestors..."

The slaughter quickly called out the name of the attacker, which is more powerful than the crutches in her hands. The relationship between the Central Plains and the various factions is complicated and numerous, and the influence is still far away. Once named, everyone is timid. The slaughter screamed and screamed, but no one really dared to get close to the old woman.

These people slashed their guns near the body of Luo Qikang, bluffing in front of the guardians of the Western Regions. Pang Jing’s anger, which was originally intended to be left to the enemy, was unstoppable. "Kill her, everyone has rewards, and the defenders, It is in the same league as the traitors."

The slaughter laughed, "a huge man, go back to the Central Plains, let's talk again..."

Tu Yu felt a sharp pain in his back and turned to look at the knife-cutting person. "It turned out to be a Qingcheng school."

It was a young man in his twenties. He had to call her "tea master", his cheeks were red, and his body was trembled. "The Qingcheng School and the Dragon King swear, and slaughter, you help with the slaughter dog. The Dragon King is with the faction..."

The slaughter screamed and the crutches flew out. The Qingcheng knife was too nervous. He did not escape. He was pierced by a cane and squirted a large mouth of blood. His eyes could not live.

The strictness and threats of the Western Regions’ protection orders and the blood of the splashes finally made the Central Plains Wushu no longer scruples. They flocked to the scene, like the rituals of the squad, greeted the smugglers, and each person’s weapons were stained with blood. After the other people's gaze, the latter will have to squat on the body.

Pang Jing felt a certain satisfaction, but his appetite was getting bigger and bigger. "Tune the troops, adjust everyone, I want to wash the jade city!"

He walked to Luo Qikang's body and looked at the serious face deeply. Then he grabbed the long sword next to him, stepped on the blood of the slaughter, and took the lead to go outside. More and more people came to hear the news. When Pang Jing left the Bodhi Garden and walked out of a street, nearly 200 people had gathered around him.

The small Japanese soldiers stationed in the city also came, and the number immediately doubled, and the team could almost fill a street.

This is the beginning of a new day in Beicheng.

Beicheng residents usually don't sleep late, but today, when the servant at the door sent a message, the homeowners immediately put on their clothes, lie back in **, and their faces were white and waiting for the disaster.

Pang Jing issued a command while walking, no matter how crazy the revenge in his heart, his plan is still in order.

In an alley on the east side of the city, soldiers and warriors automatically blocked the front and rear exits. The walls and roofs on both sides also stood on the side. Pang Jing stood in front of a simple courtyard and shouted: "Come out! Wang, and the Dragon King, I have something to say."

No one appeared, no one responded. Pang Jing waved his hand and ordered the two warriors to go in and check the situation.

One of the one-step kings and the dragon king hided in it, and it was enough to swear. The two warriors glanced at each other, pulled out the weapons, and pushed the door into the small courtyard.

Silent and silent on the street, Pang Jing felt that the entire Yuyu City should remain silent at this moment.

"Ah!" There was a scream in the yard, Pang Jing retreated, and hundreds of weapons swayed at the same time, making a sound of uniformity.

The two warriors did not die. They rushed out of the yard one after the other. The people in front of them vomited in disregard of the image, and the people behind them held a child who did not know how to live.

"What happened?" Pang Jing's face was a bit whitish.

The warrior holding the child is more calm, and walked over and whispered: "There are two women's bodies inside."

Two women? Pang Jingyi, he knows that Luo Ning tea should be hidden here, waiting for him to buy it. This is one of his important tasks today. How can one more come? So I want to go in and check.

The warrior extended his left hand to stop the road and said in a lower voice: "The adults stop."

"How?" Pang Jing yelled, he was not the kind of idiot who vomited when he saw the body.

"One of the deceased inside is Mrs. Tieshan, and the other does not know who it is. It is very bad... the adult should not watch it."

"How terrible?" Pang Jing's gaze turned to the warrior who stopped at the door. He was still vomiting, completely ignoring the face of himself and the martial art.

The warrior did not know how to describe it, and his face was a little red.

"What are you blushing?" Pang Jing was angry, and there was no Luo Qikang around, and little things were not going well.

The warrior touched the left hand stunnedly. Obviously, he didn’t understand what the accusation of the guardian’s adult was. Then he spit. It’s not the kind of vomiting that comes from the stomach. It’s like the blood in the throat. Just spray it when it is right.

Pang Jing, who was close at hand, suffered a lot. The front sputum was stained with a large piece of blood. He saw the martial man fall to the ground and was unclear.

The child in the right arm of the martial arts was blue, but still breathing, as if he was asleep.

Behind Pang Jing, the door of another house was suddenly pushed open, and a young man with empty hands was taken out from it. Facing the containment of the Central Plains, he did not care. He swayed several times and went to Pang Jing. Said: "Please don't touch the huge people, the blood on the clothes is poisonous, and the children are poisonous."

Pang Jing opened his arms and was as stiff as a statue. He used his eyes to indicate his subordinates. "You are the one who is the one-step king?"

The nodded nodded and turned to the courtyard door. "Giant people, please."

Another Central Plains warrior has nothing to vomit, still retching, he did not touch anything, but the scene that was seen was terrified.

(Seeking for a recommendation) (To be continued.)