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Chapter 252 Don't Trust Strangers... (1\?)
Xue Qinshuang looked at Wang Anfeng, smiled, didn't say anything, and didn't turn around to leave.

Wang Anfeng was helpless, thinking that Xue Qinshuang's strength was much higher than his own, so he fell silent for a while, stopped talking, jumped up, tapped his toes lightly on the green wall twice, and landed outside without making a sound .

The two of them avoided the police and pedestrians as much as possible on the way. When they had never encountered a third-rank master, it was not difficult to do this with two people's light kung fu and body skills. They walked quietly towards the direction of the Fire Refining Gate. ,.

There are still two issues in this whole case.

First, when Wei Qi came to the restaurant to look for Chuanlian, the cause of his subordinate's death.

If it wasn't for the tragic death of the wealthy businessman who pointed directly at Chuan Lian who had a good chat with Wang Anfeng, Wang Anfeng would definitely not run into Wei Qi again.

And with Wei Qi's self-willed and self-willed temperament, he never wants to suffer.

After getting the news, he will never consider it, and will come to retaliate as soon as possible.

It caused Wang Anfeng to confront him head-on, exposing Lei Jin.

On the second day, Wei Qi died, and the clues pointed directly to Wang Anfeng.

Second.

The materials collected by the Fire Refining Sect master.

He has been protecting Chuan Lian all along, but happened to start forging weapons on the day of the accident and left Wei Qi's side, thus giving the murderer an opportunity.

Wang Anfeng once asked Chuan Lian who knew the three-smile Yinluo fingering technique from Yaoshi Gu Juexue, and the latter replied that he didn't know anyone else.

Either Chuan Lian had something to do with this matter and concealed it, or he really didn't know.

Wang Anfeng chose to believe him.

As for where the material of the master of the fire gate comes from, this clue can be obtained very easily, just ask the master. As a master of the fire gate, he fell into negligence, and the young master died suddenly In the vortex of her life, she must also be eager to find the murderer.

With a silent face, Wang Anfeng and Xue Qinshuang came to the side of the Fire Refining Gate.

The ten-foot-high iron gun flag pointed directly at the sky.

Xue Qinshuang withdrew her gaze and said:
"Aren't you worried that he is the one who killed Wei Qi?"

Wang Anfeng looked calm and said:
"Unless the real culprit is found, not only he may be the one who killed Wei Qi, but even I may be the one who killed Wei Qi. It's just that he is doing these things now to prove his innocence."

Xue Qinshuang's brown pupils widened, looked at Wang Anfeng, and said:
"Then you still dare to come here?"

Wang Anfeng looked up at the high wall in front of him, and said calmly:
"If he is the murderer, he will not dare to kill me."

"I've already left a note to inform the gambler that now everyone in Jianghu thinks that he killed Wei Qi and framed me."

"If I go to the Fire Refining Gate and my whereabouts are unknown, then I will never try to clear up the suspicion on him."

There was a slight pause in the voice, and the young man seemed to smile slightly, and said:

"According to my master, this is, the yellow mud fell into the crotch, and the smell is unbearable."

"Senior, what do you think?"

And the side door on this side slammed, and it was pushed open with a strong force. The old man in gray clothes and holding a heavy hammer stood inside, panting, glaring at Wang Anfeng, finally gritted his teeth, turned his body sideways, and made a hoarse voice. road:

"Come in……"

Wang Anfeng nodded slightly and said:
"The juniors are bothering you."

After saying that, he stepped in calmly, without drawing his sword, the old man looked at his back, thinking of the humiliation a few days ago, a trace of murderousness and madness flashed in his eyes, but at this moment, he felt a trace of chill spreading from his back, the back of his neck The hairs on the place exploded, and the body was slightly stiff.

The sound of footsteps sounded from my ears, approaching and gradually moving away.

The 'boy' in white and red shirt stepped on.

The footsteps are brisk, and the mouth seems to be humming softly, brisk but graceful.

But he only felt that his heart was trembling slightly, he felt a sharp 'Qi' pointing at the center of his brow, and tears oozed from his piercing eyes, he couldn't keep his composure, and he stood there like a statue.

It wasn't until the two of them were several meters away that he breathed a sigh of relief. Big drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He lowered his head to look at his right hand holding the hammer, and there was a frost visible to the naked eye. In the cold, the veins on his palms bulged, and his skin turned white.

Even the sixth-grade internal strength of the Fire Refining Sect couldn't melt it.

His face turned pale, and his murderous aura dissipated.

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"Is the chess piece in the game?"

The stalwart man looked at the moonlight outside without turning his head. He was wearing a robe with wide sleeves, and the cuffs were painted with clouds and sparrows, exuding a lingering medicinal fragrance.

A hoarse voice replied:
"It's gone."

Another male voice said:

"They went to Huo Lianmen, probably to He Yuanming, intending to ask about the materials."

The man nodded slightly, picked up a chess piece with his right hand from the side, landed on the endgame next to him, and praised:

"Sure enough, Ren Xia,"

"Now, just watch this chess piece walk into a dead end by itself..."

"Watching chess without saying a word is a gentleman."

"Go down."

The two people behind him promised, turned and left.

There was only one last figure left in the room.

Outside the door, the moonlight fell on the ground, and it was all white.

The man on the left was dressed in a gray shirt, with a three-point smile on his face. He was kind and amiable, just like an ordinary street vendor. He shook his head and said in admiration:
"The altar master is still so scary."

"One game after another, but who would have thought that the book collector who had already broken the game would actually sneak into the innermost part of the dead game by himself."

The hoarse female voice was silent for a while, then suddenly sneered, the voice was short and sharp, like a ghost:

"Because he is a knight."

"In this world, there are really such fools, and they can't blame anyone for looking for death."

The man next to him who looked like a teahouse owner clapped his hands and said leisurely:

"There were always some, but they were all dead."

"Mother-in-law, pay more attention to that side, so-and-so is one step ahead."

After saying that, he smiled, and jumped up, with the spirit of a dragon swimming. He is already a martial artist of the seventh rank, and he can also win a name in the Jianghu.

The left man snorted coldly and muttered:
"What are you paying attention to?"

"How can a fly hit a spider's web? It's a dead end. No matter what, the librarian will see the news anyway, so why bother."

The dark clouds covering the bright moon gathered and then dispersed, this person did not stride away, but trembling, walked forward step by step.

The white moonlight fell on its face.

It turned out to be a kind-faced old man with curly skin and white hair, wearing a gray coat, with his back arched, walking tremblingly towards the front.

As if thinking of something, he stroked the cuff beside him and said with a kind smile:

"Wang Anfeng's head can be replaced with a good tonic."

"My dear grandson, don't worry."

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In the fire refining gate.

The old man said with a sullen face:

"You don't need to look for this matter. The old man himself knows that there is something wrong with the person who sent this material."

"The old man has already looked for it."

Wang Anfeng didn't seem surprised, and said:
"Dare to ask senior, how about taking it?"

The old man glanced at him, and said in a wooden voice:
"All dead..."

Wang Anfeng was slightly taken aback, his eyes were slightly opened, and he felt that the only clue that could still be investigated was cut off, so he couldn't help raising his voice slightly, saying:

"died?"

"How?! No... Senior, how did that person die?"

The old man He Yuanming glanced at him, his eyes slightly strange, and said:

"Died from the unique poison of Pharmacist Valley."

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under the moonlight.

The trembling old woman stood in the middle of the courtyard.

The hands were soaked in the liquid medicine, and when they were lifted up, the palms that were originally like chicken feet suddenly became smooth, white and slender.

The old woman smiled kindly, put the palm close to her face, and whispered:

"Good grandson."

"Miss Grandma, do you..."

"I want to...hehehe, grandma misses you too..."

Under the white moonlight, the goose-skinned and white-haired old woman put her hands like orchids at night, babbling, singing Huangmei opera in a low voice, her voice trembling and out of tune, but the palms of her hands were white and slender, which became more and more strange.

PS: The final plot of the first part is up, and today will be updated... I don't know how much, so let's go all out.

Originally thought of the name, it was 'Beatings from the Rivers and Lakes'

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