Genius Spirit Master

Chapter 158 The Suspected Murderer (1)
"Fortunately, there is no impenetrable wall in this world. Although it took a lot of trouble, I still dug out some spiders and ants and put them together. I finally connected two people who were originally unrelated. "

"Fengxiang, a brilliant genius in Lanfeng Town, disappeared mysteriously before he fully emerged. The son of light, the heir suddenly appointed by the holy priest, has a mysterious origin and no memory. If it is not intentional, who can separate these two A completely unrelated person? Even when I first found out, I was very surprised."

Staring at the playful words and deeds, the Son of Light asked expressionlessly: "Evidence?"

"According to the rules of the Feng family, the eldest grandson, male or female, will be awarded the family emblem. Girls will engrave it on jewelry and wear it with them, while boys need to pierce it into their skin to show that they don't forget their ancestors. Of course, tattoos can be said to be a coincidence , so in addition to this, I have other evidence."

Yan Gexing put a memory spar into the hands of the Son of Light: "This is a clue I collected at a large price. You two watch it slowly. If there is anything unclear, please correct me."

The Son of Light injected spiritual power into the spar, and after a while, the spar flashed with colorful light, and then the smoothest side turned milky white, showing scenes of scenes.The scenes are constantly changing, but there is only one protagonist: a handsome 12-year-old boy.

In the morning dew and morning light, the boy is practicing hard in the open hall.A woman with a gentle smile suddenly walked in outside the door and said something with concern.The boy stepped forward to meet him, and before he could speak, the woman's head suddenly fell down like a ball, with a lingering smile on her lips, hot blood spilled all over the boy's body...

In the main hall of the Feng family, the man who was the head of the clan also fell into a pool of blood.The wide-eyed eyes were full of astonishment and disbelief, as if it was impossible to believe that the murderer would do such a murder...

The night was dark, and the boy covered in blood and mud was running around the mountains, looking behind him in fear and vigilance from time to time.Finally, he ran to the hut on the mountainside, and just as he silently called out the word "sister", a cloak suddenly fell from the sky, wrapping him tightly...

In a small room with no windows and a closed door, the boy sat on the ground with a dull face, his eyes were no longer as sharp as before.A skinny old man with black moles on his cheeks was sitting opposite him, slowly wiping the blood from his hands, a smug and cruel smile faintly appeared on the corners of his lips...

Hotels, roads, taverns... The skinny old man took the little boy to many places, but without exception, after they left, the places they had stayed would always catch fire for no reason and be reduced to ashes.And the owner of the house did not survive...

In the gorgeous and magnificent temple, the old man dressed in Chinese clothes led him to freshen up, but his expression was still dull. The boy walked past the long red brocade and gold blanket.The seemingly respectful people on both sides had complicated expressions: doubts, surprises, anger, disdain, guessing...the eyes that looked at the boy were guarded and without any kindness...

The scenes alternate, the boy turns into a teenager, and his increasingly handsome face gradually fades away from his youthful delicacy.Although people have changed and the scene has changed, the situation has never changed: he has always been alone, eating, practicing, and going out to do errands by himself...even facing the criticism and suspicion of everyone alone...

When she saw the young man holding a whip in one hand and facing dozens of people watching alone, Feng Wu lowered her eyes sadly.Although the teenager won in the end, he trampled everyone under his feet.But his empty and indifferent expression seemed to make people more heartbroken than the fiasco.

Is this my brother's life for six years?
Compared with Feng Wu's gloom, the person involved was much colder. His pupils were like a mirror, coldly reflecting back everything he saw.As if in this way, all pain can be isolated from the outside.

When the spar was completely white and no images appeared anymore, he slowly asked: "From this point of view, the death of the holy priest and the head of the Feng family is deeply involved?"

Yan Gexing spread his hands innocently: "Didn't you see it all? I believe you will judge for yourself."

"How do I know it wasn't fabricated by you?"

"I think your Excellency must have heard that gathering the power of the five imperial magicians can distort time and space, and reverse the image of a certain moment. This memory spar is just a copy of some of the images that were replayed after the spell was performed. ...However, although Saranka is big, he has never heard of anyone who can create false images. False or real, I believe you can judge for yourself." Yan Gexing said leisurely.

The Son of Light paused and said: "I will investigate to find out the truth! If there is even half a lie, I will definitely kill you!"

After finishing speaking, he hastily put on his robe, put away his long whip and rushed out of the soundproof wall.Before leaving, he took a deep look at Feng Wu, his eyes were very complicated.

"Oh, I imagined a lot of your reactions after hearing this incident, and the result is completely different from what I imagined."

Yan Gexing quickly picked up the fallen Yueqin, checked for any injuries in pain, and shook his head: "Generally, little girls will cry when they hear this? You brothers and sisters should look at each other affectionately and hug each other to express your goodbyes." ? Why didn’t you react like a normal person at all? What’s more, the elder brother ran away after leaving behind his younger sister, what a scumbag!”

"If he accepts it immediately, scolding the holy priest as you wish and swearing that he will never be at peace with him, then he is really scum." Feng Wu understands his thoughts very well: for a long time, the holy priest has been like this to him. The existence of a father like a teacher, if you immediately draw your sword and treat each other as an enemy because of some evidence that has not been verified to be true or false, it is not called right from wrong, but a crazy white-eyed wolf.

Hearing Feng Wu's words, Yan Gexing was silent for a moment, smiled lightly, and said with emotion: "Your idea is really special...but it is very practical. Indeed, under the great changes, one must be forced to make a choice The words are often very irrational, and it may make him regret it for the rest of his life."

Feng Wu didn't notice the loss and bewilderment in his eyes, and asked, "Although he's gone, I still have something to ask you. How do you know so much about the Feng family?"

"I said it because I was curious."

"No one will do this for curiosity." Didn't he just say that the images in the memory spar need five-line magicians who have reached the level of the emperor to trace back.A king-level master is equivalent to the treasure of a great empire, like a nuclear weapon in modern society.She never believed that someone would use a "nuclear bomb" out of "curiosity".

(End of this chapter)