Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

Instead, he was able to protect her.

As a man, protect your own woman.

Shen Qing's eyes darkened and his momentum was a little low.

Mao Qi thought that he was angry, and he thought he was too fragile. He said hastily, "my subordinates are worried too much, and I hope the Lord will punish him."

Shen Qing looked back and looked at her with her head slightly lowered. She said helplessly, "what's there to punish? Let's go."

Shen Qingshi took the lead to go that way.

Because Zhang Xiucai's body was at the door, most of the people around the door avoided to both sides, so Maoqi and Shen Qingshi walked freely to the door of the big open room.

At a glance, I saw the body of Zhang Xiucai lying at the door of the room.

Zhang Xiucai was killed by someone taking something from the back. There was a big blood hole in the back of his head. At a glance, red and white were mixed together, which made people wonder whether his head was smashed through from the back.

I don't know if Zhang Xiucai's face is also a blood hole if his body is turned over.

No one dares to move Zhang Xiucai's body.

When the abbot heard the wind, he closed his hands and read a Buddhist name. After reading it, he looked around and finally fell on Shen Qingshi.

Shen Qing often came here to listen to the Abbot's Dharma, so they knew each other.

The abbot thought that as Shen Qingshi's identity, he might make the people present feel more stable, and by the way, he would find out the murderer.

Mao Qi didn't want Shen Qingshi to be involved in such a thing.

She eyebrows slightly move, is about to block in front of Shen Qing, a figure has first step stopped in front of the abbot.

It's the man who grabbed Li Xiucai before. The man's sword eyebrows and stars are all upright. It's easy for people to believe him.

He went to the abbot and said, "abbot, if someone is dead now, you'd better find a place to put the body of the scholar. In addition, the scholar's room should be sealed off. Don't let anyone enter. Just wait for the rain to stop before you can inform the government."

"What the benefactor said is, don't you know who the benefactor is?" The abbot was relieved to see his face healthy.

The man nodded to the abbot and said, "I'm Feng Quan. I'm a constable."

"Since he is a constable, I'll leave this matter to benefactor Feng for the time being." The abbot said quickly.

Other onlookers echoed: "let's give it to Constable Feng. It would be better if Constable Feng could catch the murderer earlier. When we get down the mountain, we will report to the government what Constable Feng has done for us."

In fact, most of the people trapped in the temples on the mountain are rich families, and many of them are the families of the officials in the imperial court. Wen Yan also said that if Constable Feng could catch the murderer, they would explain to the officials in their families when they went back.

With such a great future and bright opportunity in front of us, most people must have been unable to suppress their excitement and hastily boasted that they would catch the murderer.

But Feng Tsuen just arched his hand at the people present and said, "I can only guarantee the safety of everyone as far as possible. As for whether we can catch the murderer, it's hard to say, but I will do my best."

From the beginning to the end, Feng Quan was very calm, like only doing what he should do. As for those fame and wealth, he didn't pursue too much.

If he really caught the murderer, he would not shirk what he should get. If he could not catch the murderer, he would not be too sorry. He would only try his best to ensure the safety of everyone in the temple.