After 600 years of sword sacrifice, my aunt returned to the world

Chapter 23 Is it one of them
The doctor touched a little blood from his face casually, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then nodded: "It should be from Jueming San."

Without pausing, he stared at everyone's surprised eyes and introduced: "As the name suggests, after drinking this poison, monks or ordinary people will all suffer from liver and intestines. It only takes half a cup of tea to die."

As soon as these words came out, the monks present were terrified. Most of them threw down the drinks in their hands at the same time, and their movements were uniform.

"Half a cup of tea?"

Someone asked, "This banquet has been held for nearly an hour, the person who poisoned—" He was terrified, "Among us?"

From the time when everyone was invited to gather together, then they discussed merits, offered gifts, and enjoyed the dance—to now, everyone is full of wine and food, and they go around complimenting and socializing with wine glasses. Maybe an hour has passed.

Wen Ye immediately turned serious, looked down at his dead friend, and immediately ordered: "Close the door!"

The guard at the door didn't hesitate, they opened the door one by one, and before everyone was overwhelmed, they closed the door of the hall again and again, cutting off the bright light outside, leaving only the flickering lights inside the hall.

With the chopsticks held by Shu Nong, he waved the sticky noodles in the bowl: "It's been almost an hour, no wonder the noodles are like this."

She had just thrown down her chopsticks when she suddenly saw Wen Ye striding towards her with a dignified expression, and bowed slightly to her and Yan Chang'an: "This matter is strange, this junior dare not make a decision lightly, and I invite the two seniors—"

"senior?"

Before Wen Ye finished speaking, Shu Nong couldn't restrain himself from chuckling.

Yan Changan glanced sideways, and saw that the seeming irritability between her eyebrows suddenly disappeared, and the smiles permeated her eyebrows and eyes, making her beautiful eyes bend happily.

She sat up slightly, propped her cheeks, and raised her chin slightly: "Go on."

Wen Ye accepted the setting of the plot. Although Shu Nong interrupted him, he didn't ask too much. He just continued: "I also ask the two seniors to help me find the murderer."

It's really straightforward, Shu Nong wanted to ask why he couldn't do it himself.

But the first floor of the Trial Tower is for them to solve the riddle, and it's pointless for her to refuse on purpose. It's better to make a quick decision so that she can go to the upper level.

Before she and Yan Chang'an said anything, someone over there quietly pulled the closed door, and found that even with spiritual power, they couldn't shake it, and immediately became angry: "What does this mean?! They suspect that we are the murderers. ?"

There was no need for Wen Ye to make a sound. With so many monks in the hall, someone immediately stood up and retorted: "It is said that the murderer is between us, and it is just to cooperate with the two seniors to find the murderer. You are in such a hurry to leave, could it be that you are the one?" Can't the poisoned person succeed?!"

The quarrel between the two was like a fuse, which instantly ignited the suspicion, surprise, and anger that filled the hall. Some people remained silent and watched the chaos in the hall with cold eyes. Some joined the quarrel and wanted to leave immediately, while others supported closing the hall door and immediately Find the murderer.

Wen Ye squatted down amidst all kinds of quarrels, raised his hand and closed the corpse's wide eyes, with a sad expression on his face: "Brother Lin, you have worked so hard to see the dawn, how can you fall in the wake of the dawn?" hour."

Shu Nong watched the farce in the hall with cold eyes, and his eyes fell on the old man who was protected by several people and kept silent all the time. He suddenly turned his head and asked Yan Changan: "Is the content of this illusion the same for every disciple who comes in? ?”

Yan Changan was about to ask her if she wanted to use brute force to break the restriction of this layer, when she suddenly heard her question, he froze for a moment, and replied seriously: "It should be different, after all, if the level of solving puzzles is consistent, yes It doesn’t matter what comes after.”

Although there are very few disciples who are willing to enter the first floor, it is not that there are no disciples who want to try this type of topic on a whim.

"It should be that the content will change with the people who enter the tower." He added.

Shu Nong pulled the corner of his mouth and chuckled lightly.

That being the case, the content of this illusion was so accurately played out on her mind, if it had to be related to the few of them who entered the tower, she couldn't think of anyone else except herself.

This trial tower does have some skills, she thought that it was enough for her to enter the tower as a tourist, but she didn't expect that even the mind of a sword spirit could detect the things in it.

Yan Changan also thought of this level.

Although Shu Nong has never told him in detail about her and Liu Xubai's past 600 years ago, but since Fairy Hua is so famous, Shu Nong himself has such an attitude towards Liu Xubai, who changes this illusion Yes, it goes without saying.

The Trial Tower has always been based on strength, which proves that Shu Nong is indeed the strongest among them.

It was a wise move that he didn't choose to confront her head-on.

He thought for a while and suggested, "Break the restriction directly?"

Shu Nong shook his head slightly, his smile widened, and he did not hesitate to mention his past: "If this illusion was changed because of me, things would be much easier."

She pinched the exquisite ceramic cup on the table, and threw it forward carelessly. The cup containing tea brushed against Wen Ye, who was still squatting in front of her friend's corpse, and fell behind him. Splash, the surrounding subconsciously raised their feet to avoid it, and suddenly heard two chuckles.

The noisy atmosphere in the hall suddenly stopped, and they all followed the source of the laughter, only to see the girl sitting at the top propped her head, her smile was too bright, seeing that she had successfully attracted their attention, she lazily raised her head. With only one hand, the fingers moved slightly, as if he had greeted them.

"What are you panicking about?"

The hand she raised fell, and she stood up while propping up the table. Her gaze passed over Wen Ye who had just got up, "It's about half a cup of tea."

Wen Ye's eyes were slightly red, as if she shed tears because of the departure of his friend, standing among the crowd, he bowed his hands to Shu Nong who was beside the table: "Senior——"

"Don't call me senior." Shu Nong interrupted, raised his chin, "Do you know Liu Xubai? If one day he enters this first floor, you must remember to go up to recognize relatives, that's the real thing." Your senior."

In the setting of the first floor, and giving the characters in the plot too much ability to think independently, Wen Ye couldn't understand her words, and the other people in the hall also looked like they didn't hear anything.

Shu Nong just took advantage of the fact that there was no one else beside him except Yan Chang'an, and didn't expect them to understand anything, so as to refute her.

As she walked down the steps, she asked: "Today's celebration banquet, talking about merits and deeds, who else has meritorious deeds besides you, Wen Ye?"

She looked down at Wen Ye condescendingly, and then led everyone to turn their eyes to "Brother Lin" on the ground: "Is this one of them?"

(End of this chapter)