Chapter 231 There Are No Good People in Jianhu City

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

Zhao Changhe stepped forward to offer a gift and offer incense. Looking around at the expressions of the people around him, he always felt that something was a bit inconsistent.

The so-called women and children, there were no children, they were all women, ranging from their twenties to their forties and fifties. They seemed to be the wives and concubines of the deceased. There were no old people, children, or other relatives such as uncles and brothers. It was very unlike a family.

And the crying was weird. In this world, it is still common to go to the mourning hall to pay homage to relatives. All the relatives we see cry at the beginning. After a few days, there are not many people who are still crying, and even if there are still, only a few are left. But these people are still crying after how many days have passed.

I accidentally remembered that if time in this world continued to move forward, I would have been "missing" for nearly a year by now. I don’t know how my parents will cry... It’s nothing to put some gold foil on it, if I can beat the blind woman, I will kill her alive!

Huh……

Kill that witch...

Zhao Changhe was stunned.

For a long time, I have forgotten the "main line" of my entry into this world. It was originally said that I could go back by myself by killing the witch. When the blind man fell into his dream, he also said that there were two ways to go back. One was to complete this "ambition", and the other was to go back on his own. Practice to the point where you can break the barriers of time and space.

No one knows about the witch, and I only see her back in the dream, so I can’t find her at all. Sometimes Zhao Changhe also thought, could it be that Chi Chi, Sisi, or even the Winged Fire Snake could be that witch? Otherwise, why do I always meet witches? Based on this, Zhao Changhe never planned to explore who the witch was, fearing that if he found out something, it would cause trouble to himself.

But at this moment, I suddenly remembered that the three cards that came with the time travel were theoretically my own. The first one behind the scenes is a mistake, the second one's position card and the lingering entanglement have entangled the prince's identity. Most of the turmoil that has arisen so far has been entangled with this matter, and it has not stopped yet.

The third card is the clue to unlocking the identity of the witch... But as a clue to decrypt, how do you show that this thing "belongs to you"?

The places that can be reflected so far are——

The Heavenly Book was awakened and sealed by oneself.

Is it really because of the wiping thing? Maybe the third card has already taken effect...

But here comes the question, the three cards were given by the blind man. If the blind man is the book spirit, did she give herself to them?

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 issue before. This unexpected trigger inspired me to think about it more in the future...

Zhao Changhe put away his divergent thoughts. The Ji family next to him had been staring at him blankly for a while. This yellow-faced man who calls himself Shenhuang Sect has been staring at the coffin silently since the worship ceremony. The feeling is really penetrating.

"Ahem." 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 and called him to uphold justice sobbed: "My husband originally held a banquet with wine and invited Han Wubing to speak out, but for some reason Han Wubing made a surprise attack during the dinner, and my husband was caught off guard and died on the spot. Fortunately, President Pinghu Huiyan was eating nearby and heard the sound of breaking in the door..."

Fortunately... this wording.

Zhao Changhe looked at her deeply and said nothing.

How can you ask others to administer justice after things like this? Why don't you just ask Yan Lianping to administer it?

There was an old man who looked like an old butler next to him and couldn't help but said: "The gang leader was indeed killed by Han Wubing. If this senior brother can help find the murderer, I would be very grateful. But if the matter is urgent, please take care of our young master and brothers." It’s just a matter of helping to preserve the Ji family’s property.”

Zhao Changhe became more energetic: "What should I say?"

"Now the Xingyi Gang is leaderless and scattered. Many high-level leaders have been absorbed by the Pinghu Society, and the gang's properties have also been annexed by the Pinghu Society. We all accept this. But some of the properties are owned by the master personally, so why should they be annexed? Now we, a group of old brothers, are guarding Taiping Street, but how long can we guard it? Yan Lianping is digesting various industries at this time, and he will not have time to deal with us for a while. After a few days, everything will be over..."

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

The housekeeper was overjoyed: "What is this senior brother's name?"

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

The whole house was speechless. Even the woman's eyes flashed with shock.

When Situ Xiao came here, his nature was different from that of ordinary disciples!

Didn't Situ Xiao use an epee? Could this knife... be a fake?

Zhao Changhe secretly apologized to Situ Xiao and looked at the expressions of the spectators coldly, knowing more and more.

He told Situ Xiao's name on purpose. This kind of muddy water requires a shark to stimulate it to expose the mud underneath.

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, when they heard Situ Xiao's name, they shouldn't be shocked, they should be ecstatic. Even the butler is not really loyal in wanting to preserve the young master's property. He really wants to use the power of "young master and senior brother" to make some money for himself.

The butler hesitated and tentatively said, "Senior brother, we are not suspicious, Mr. Situ doesn't seem to be dressed like this..."

Zhao Changhe suddenly pushed forward with his palm. In an instant, wind and thunder rose wildly. The white flags in the mourning hall roared and the candles were destroyed.

"God's Brilliant Wind and Thunder Palm!" How dare the butler accept this palm? He quickly retreated and waved his hand: "Mr. Situ, calm down, calm down..."

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

Everyone looked at each other.

Zhao Changhe showed off his Situ Xiao style and said, "What? Could it be that you are seeking wealth and harm..."

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

The coffin lid was moved, Zhao Changhe covered his nose and stepped forward, carefully examining the fatal wounds on the chest of the corpse.

Unlike the last autopsy to check for evil spirits, where the body was rotten, this time it was still intact. Han Wubing's sword was slightly slender than the average person's. In the eyes of professionals, this wound was relatively easy to distinguish, and it indeed looked like he had been killed by Han Wubing.

But Zhao Changhe sneered in his heart.

Because the sword Han Wubing was accustomed to broke earlier, he later 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 more slender than others?

This person was not killed by Han Wubing.

Of course, it didn't matter whether Han Wubing killed the person in this matter. Even if it was, it wouldn't be a big deal. He was not here to solve the case and who was the murderer. What he wanted to solve was the strength of the murderer.

He endured the nausea, reached out and touched the wound lightly, feeling the remaining breath inside, and let the heavenly book analyze it.

After a long, long time, he finally covered the body again calmly and said calmly: "It is indeed Han Wubing's sword. My condolences, madam..."

The woman bowed: "Sir, please make the decision."

Zhao Changhe nodded and said to the housekeeper: "Take me to see the so-called industry."

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

Taiping Street is the street where Ji's family lives. The housekeeper accompanied Zhao Changhe to inspect a few shops and restaurants there. He said with a smile, "I am devoted to the gang. I don't have many properties under my name. I only have a few shops." , if they are all taken away, even the soul in heaven will not rest in peace..."

Zhao Changhe's eyes fell on a cattle and sheepskin shop: "Xingyi Gang mainly operates sheepskin and other industries? Well... there are also cheese, kumiss..."

The steward said: "They are all the best things from the North and have nothing to do with the barbarians. Don't worry, Mr. Situ."

"Okay, I already know this. I will talk to Yan Lianping tomorrow. The things belonging to my Junior Brother Ji must not fall into the hands of others."

"If Mr. Situ takes action, Yan Lianping will definitely give him 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 look for you tomorrow morning."

The housekeeper didn't dare to force him to stay, so he watched Zhao Changhe leave with a smile.

Zhao Changhe silently opened his eyes behind him and observed for a long time. Suddenly he started to use Qinggong to shuttle through the streets and disappeared in an instant.

Someone chased him to the corner of the street and lost sight of Zhao Changhe. They looked at each other: "Why did he disappear in the blink of an eye?"

"That's Situ Xiao. There's nothing strange about us not being able to keep up. Go tell the president..."

"Damn, why is this city getting weirder and weirder? All kinds of gods are hiding here."

Zhao Changhe emerged from the shadows and laughed dumbly.

The servants of the Ji family all reported directly to the "president"...

Only then did he really start his Qing Gong and disappear into the darkness.

He returned to the small courtyard of the inn quietly, but the room was lit with candles, and a pig's head was sitting inside, as if it had been waiting for him for a long time.

Zhao Changhe pushed the door open and said with a smile: "How about it, do you have any clues there?"

Zhuque said lazily: "It's hard to say anything else. At least I know that Han Wubing has not been caught by the Pinghu Society. I overheard their private conversations and they all said that Han Wubing was not caught. This cannot be false. As for telling me in person I don’t know whether it’s true or not, can you analyze it?”

"Oh? There is actually something suspicious that you don't know is true or false?"

"Yes, they told me that He Lei lived in the Ji family. Either Yan Lianping lied, or Wei Zicai lied. Whoever lies is a traitor to his own 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, don't I really hope that there will be a traitor in Erbasu?"

"But unfortunately, both of them are lying." Zhao Changhe said seriously: "Tomorrow I will negotiate with Yan Lianping in the name of Situ Xiao. He may take you to listen? No matter what happens then, you must Be careful with Yan Lianping, it's best to attack him as soon as possible... I doubt that he is more than the eighth level of the profound entrance, maybe he is at the level of the human ranking, so you must not be careless. "

Suzaku was stunned for a moment, and the expression behind his mask was a little ugly.

If what Zhao Changhe said is true, then according to the setting of the ninth level of the Winged Fire Snake Porch, something might really happen, and then I really have to accept his favor...

But how could he judge Yan Lianping's talent level? Even if you go for an autopsy, you won't be able to find out?

Recommend a copy of "Abyss Train": This is an underground adventure story that is not too serious and has a sense of life.