My demon concubine is cute

Chapter 21 Fu Jiang Fu Hai
After Zhou Lao nodded, Rong Zheng could work hard to calm down, boldly guessing and thinking about the reasons.Four years ago, it might be that the survey team explored the Sunset Forest to find Youmenghua. Four years later, Duze reappeared in Luoxia Town.

Youmeng, Duze, bit by bit, there must be an inevitable connection, and now there is an investigation team that seems to have no clues, follow the clues, the case can be solved, and the momentum can be slowed down.

Rong Zheng calmed down from his joy, his eyes shone delicately, and guessed based on what he knew: four years ago, the demon master of Luoxia Town secretly sent a survey team to investigate Youmeng, and as a result, the forest was in danger. Others, choose to sacrifice their ego to die calmly, and the demon master chooses to kill the murderer in order to bury the case... Wait... Wait, he seems to have missed something... The investigation team... Yes, it is the investigation team...

"Mr. Zhou, you mean that the captain of the survey team is called..." Rong Zheng asked aloud, he couldn't believe it.

"My lord, it's Fu Hai." Elder Zhou replied.

"Fu Hai...yes...that's Fu Hai, Fu Hai..." Rong Zheng read the name over and over again. He also heard a similar name a few days ago, Fu Hai, Fu Jiang, Jiang Hai...he didn't believe it was a coincidence.

"Then does Fu Hai have any brothers or cousins?" Rong Zheng asked bluntly.

"This... this old man doesn't know what relatives and friends Captain Fu Hai has, but he should have a younger brother, and I've even met him." Old Zhou was suspicious and didn't know what the demon master meant, but he still explained.

"Sure enough...then this younger brother is called Fu Jiang?" Rong Zheng asked, holding back his shock.

"How does your lord know?" Elder Zhou was surprised, how could the demon master know the name of Fu Jiang.

"Fu Jiang, Fu Hai, Fu Jiang really is!" Rong Zheng whispered the two names, ignoring Zhou Lao's shock, his eyes were cold.

"My lord, but this Fu Jiang has already passed away." Elder Zhou interjected again, interrupting Rong Zheng's thoughts in horror.

Rong Zheng's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it, "Mr. Zhou, are you saying that Fu Jiang is dead?" He asked unwillingly.

"That's right, Zhi'er said that it was the Fu Hai brothers and Fu Hai's wife who took the risk of their own lives to lure away the monsters. Unfortunately, they were both unfortunate..."

Before Zhou Lao could finish his words, he was interrupted by the impatient Rong Zheng, "Then there is a scar on Fu Jiang's face?"

"Scars? This old man has only seen Fu Jiang once. He is tall and dark...but his face is clean and tidy, without any scars." Elder Zhou said in detail.

"It's so..." I think that the scar was four years ago.

When Rong Zheng got up, he felt that the cloud was suddenly cleared, and he had a sudden understanding of Qingshan. He couldn't help but sigh, "This way, the official will not bother Mr. Zhou to rest, and Mr. Zhou will rest in peace at the Demon Master's Mansion. Rong will leave first." Rong Zheng wanted to leave, but he With the planning and planning of the investigation, I can't wait to reveal the truth of the case at this time.

"Wait a minute, my lord, I still have something to ask!" Elder Zhou called out to Rong Zheng, his eyes full of despair.

"Mr. Zhou, please tell me?"

"The old man earnestly asks my lord, if the murderer is really found out in the future, I hope my lord will bring me to the scene."

"Why is that?" If the scene of closing the case coincides with that monster, it will be even more dangerous. If an old man goes there, who can be sure that everything will be safe? Rong Zheng didn't know why Mr. Zhou was going, so he couldn't help but ask one more question.

"I just want to see the thief who murdered my grandson caught with my own eyes, so... I can give Zhi'er an explanation!" Old Zhou's hot tears stopped on his old cheeks.

"Okay, don't worry Mr. Zhou, Rong Zheng will definitely give you an explanation." The man nodded solemnly.After saying that, he turned and left.

In the huge wing room, green bamboo painting fans, only wisps of fragrant mist rise slowly in the silence, and the faint lingering smoke outlines the white trajectory.

(End of this chapter)