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Chapter Thirty-Nine

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    Xu Zhaolin looked very embarrassed.

    He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while.  The always articulate Ruyi Sect Master didn't know how to answer at this time.

    Just now, Li Liangxiao and Si Mingxu brought up the Huiyang Xun, asking him to use this object to summon Chen Shangyun's soul and find out the real murderer.  After hearing the words of the two of them, Xu Zhaolin already had some confidence in his heart that the death of Chen Shangyun on Qingling Upper Peak had nothing to do with this Bixiao City Lord.

    After all, if you don't do anything wrong with your conscience, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night.  If this case was really committed by Si Mingxu, how dare he allow himself to summon the soul of the dead?

    In fact, from the very beginning, Xu Zhaolin didn't care whether Si Mingxu was the murderer or not; it can even be said that he didn't care who the real murderer was, nor did he care about the murderer's purpose, let alone whether he could find the murderer.

    The head of the Ruyi sect just wanted to use this matter to completely tear the face between Qingling Shangzong and Bixiaocheng; the most important thing was to take advantage of this heaven-sent opportunity to force Simingxu to hand over the leader of the Immortal Dao, Huang Quanling.

    As an intermediary, Xu Zhaolin can justifiably "keep" this Huangquan order on his behalf.

    ?But since Li Liangxiao appeared, things have taken a turn for the worse.  If I really took out Huiyangyun and summoned Chen Shangyun's soul, but the murderer was not Si Mingxu, but someone else Then, this situation would be very bad.

    The final result is very likely to be that after spending so much effort on my own, not to mention nothing in fetching water from the bamboo basket, I also greatly offended Bixiao City and Guhong Villa.  The Qingling Shangzong gang might secretly blame themselves for stirring up the muddy water.

    He had already made a decision in his mind, so he put his fist against his lips and coughed lightly, trying to bring the topic of Huiyang Xun aside: "I'm really sorry, I'm too impatient down here. Think about it carefully, Gu Hong  Who is the owner of the villa, Li Zhuang? Naturally, his word is worth a lot. Since Li Zhuangzhu said that he was with the city owner last night, it is naturally trustworthy."

    As Xu Zhaolin said, he turned his head to look at Zhao Qifang and Han Yong: "Master Zhao Feng, please think about it carefully again, are there any other clues?"

    His attitude was very natural, as if he was not the one who held the Zhaoying sword against Siming Yan just now, and kept saying that Siming Xu would hand over the Qiankun bag.

    Si Mingxu was speechless.  Brother, your face-changing speed is really fast enough.  It's a pity that your old man was born in the South China Sea. Why don't you go back to Sichuan with Qingling Shangzong, and carry forward the face-changing skills of Sichuan opera.

    Hearing what Xu Zhaolin said, Zhao Qifang was also hesitant.

    Why did the head of the Ruyi sect suddenly change his attitude when he mentioned Huiyang Xun to summon the soul?  Could it be that what Li Liangxiao and Siming Xu said just now Xu Zhaolin has a problem?  Was Chen Shangyun's death really related to him?

    But if that is the case, he must not take out the Huiyang Xun to summon the soul, what should I do?

    Zhao Qifang is also an old Jianghu, after a little thought, he decided to try to pull Si Mingxu and Li Liangxiao down, and everyone continued to wade through the muddy water together.  In this way, presumably, in order to prove his innocence, Si Mingxu would also force Xu Zhaolin to sacrifice Huiyang Xun.

    In any case, the murderer must be found out today.

    After making up his mind, he said calmly: "Master Li, Mr. Zhao has something else that I want to ask you."

    "Tell me." Li Liangxiao nodded.

    "Since Master Li and City Master Si were together last night, can Master Li tell me the specific time period?"

    Li Liangxiao thought for a while: "From the beginning of Haishi to the end of Yinshi."

    Zhao Qifang thought for a while, nodded and said: "So that's the case, I know."

    He turned his head to look at Si Mingxu: "City Master Si, you just examined the corpse carefully. At that time, you once said that Junior Brother Chen's death time was between Yin time and Mao time, which is the same as my opinion.  "

    Si Mingxu already knew what he wanted to say, so he said in a deep voice, "Judging by the corpse spots, this is a good time."

    "Then, Zhuangzhu Li left Zhouji Inn at the end of Yin Shi, and Zhuangzhu Li was not with you for a whole hour at Maoshi." Zhao Qifang said lightly, "And that Zhouji Inn is only a cup of tea away from here.  footsteps."

    Si Mingxu fell silent.  In fact, he had just thought of this question just now, at Maoshi, that is, from five o'clock to seven o'clock, Li Liangxiao had no way to give him an alibi.

    Although Xiao Heng lived in the same room as him, he was too young and had a close relationship with him, so his testimony was difficult to convince.  Si Mingyan next door is his younger brother, not to mention.

    Although Qu Yulin is from Bixiao City, but inp;Suddenly, the Huzhou Langhao pen on the inkstone moved slightly.

    At noon in early spring, everyone felt a chill for no reason.  A timid round-faced disciple in the corner couldn't help but let out a low cry, and then tightly covered his mouth.

    Xu Zhaolin mobilized his spiritual power, and the voice of the bone xun became even more weeping and complaining.

    Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the pen slowly stood up.

    A drop of ink ran down the hair of the wolf, and it dripped with a "click" on the white rice paper below, dyeing a huge ink stain.

    Then, in the eyes of everyone, the pen finally fell slowly, stroked lightly from left to right, and then paused slightly.

    At this moment, a gust of wind blew past from nowhere, and the small flame in the oil lamp suddenly went out.

    It was deadly darkness in the room.

    Suddenly, a cold and slender hand squeezed the throat of the timid round-faced disciple just now.  The disciple was stunned for a moment, and then let out a piercing scream, shaking his hands and feet wildly: "There is a ghost, there is a ghost! Killed! Killed!"

    When he was so startled, the disciples beside him immediately lost their position and screamed.  For a moment, in the darkness, some people were desperately pushing, some people knelt down with their heads in their hands, and some people wanted to open the window. It was a total chaos.

    Xiao Heng is standing on the left of Si Mingxu at the moment.  He wasn't afraid, but in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, he suddenly couldn't help but want to reach out and touch the person around him to make sure that person was still there.

    As soon as he stretched out his left hand, his fingertips touched a little warmth, which seemed to be the back of the opponent's right hand.

    The boy's heart trembled slightly, he didn't know whether he should take his hand back, or continue As for what to continue, he didn't know.

    He was still hesitating, when the man suddenly grabbed Xiao Heng's left hand with his backhand. His palm was wet and slippery, full of sweat.

    Xiao Heng was stunned for a moment, then realized¡ªthis person is afraid of ghosts?

    He was a little amused in his heart, and gently squeezed the man's hand as if to comfort him.  The boy's index finger and middle finger were right on the tiger's mouth of the man's right hand, and he could feel a few faint bite marks on the delicate skin, which were left by him at the beginning.

    In this chaotic darkness, he suddenly felt a slight itchy joy, as if a small butterfly was flapping its wings in the boy's chest.

    At this moment, the room suddenly lit up, and it turned out that it was Zhao Qifang who finally lit the fire.

    Si Mingxu seemed a little embarrassed, and immediately let go of Xiao Heng's hand, coughing slightly in embarrassment.  What's wrong with being afraid of ghosts? After the founding of the People's Republic of China, there will be no ghosts. It is normal for modern people to be afraid of ghosts!

    Zhao Qifang sternly said: "Why panic, what a shame!" He sternly reprimanded several disciples, who trembled and stood firm by the wall, not daring to speak out again.

    Zhao Qifang finished scolding his disciples, but heard silence behind him.  He turned his head and found that Si Mingxu and the others were surrounding the Eight Immortals Table, staring intently at the writing on the snow-white rice paper on the table, frowning.

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