Fairy, I really am a villain!

After saying that, Fang Xiwen flicked the document in his hand, and the detectives all looked angry.

He pointed at the gorgeous clothes Song Qin was wearing. "The pattern of camellia and smiles in the bushes. Pretty, right? They are woven with the blood of the common people. Every year, we produce 60,000 to 70,000 rolls of silk out of thin air, and the extra can be presented to the palace. The saints even praise your Song family for their good management."

"How could this be?" She shook her head desperately, "I've never heard my family mention this. You must be lying..."

"Believe it or not. Anyway, the one who did the dirty work is the one you want to protect now," Fang Xiwen said, his expression became ferocious, and he bent down in front of the shopkeeper, "Am I right?!"

"So what? I was just running my cloth shop normally. I had no idea what they had done—"

puff!

Fang Xiwen grabbed the knife from the constable and stabbed him in the abdomen. The shopkeeper immediately curled up like a roasted shrimp, vomiting blood, and several rich girls screamed in fear.

"What a normal operation!" He pulled hard, and a bloody mark suddenly appeared on the ground with a horrible shape.

The shopkeeper twitched a few times and soon died.

A large pool of blood spread on the ground, staining Song Qin's embroidered shoes. She wanted to step back a few steps, but a bloody knife tip was in front of her, frightening her so much that she fell to the ground.

"You, you killed someone in public..."

"Yes, if you stand in front of me again," Fang Xiwen gently swung the tip of the knife, turning it in a direction that seemed to be aimed at her lower abdomen, "You will be the next one."

Looking into his eyes, Song Qin finally understood something and her body began to tremble.

This was not a threat. The reason why the man in front of her didn't kill her was not because of any other reason, but because it would be "troublesome" if she died...that was all.

She struggled for a few times, her legs felt like they were filled with lead, and she said with trembling lips: "I won't block your way, it's just that I can't get up..."

"Okay, I'll help you."

Fang Xiwen threw the knife back to the constable behind him, but did not bend down. Instead, he raised his foot and kicked her to the ground several times, like a rolling gourd.

The pretty girl fell down in a huge mess, and was pulled up by her sisters, who hurried away with the family guards.

"The Song family is really annoying. Song Dongyang, Song Canxing, and now here comes a woman..."

Shaking his head at their backs, Fang Xiwen turned around and saw that the expressions of the detectives were a little strange, with their eyes and noses almost squeezed together, so he said unhappily: "Laugh if you want to, virtue."

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and Kong Yucai came over and put his arm around his shoulder: "I, I just thought, sir, you were going to help her up... I didn't expect that, hahahaha!"

"Go away, I'm not that kind," Fang Xiwen shook his head, then his expression became serious and he looked at everyone: "Have you laughed enough?"

"Enough, enough."

"Let's get down to business. Everyone, stand guard outside!"

"Yes!"

Chapter 349 Be your knife

Fang Xiwen walked into the cloth shop.

The front yard of this place looked normal, with some dyed cloth hanging out to dry. The cloth had a fine texture and was of high quality. Going further in, there were several huge looms placed inside the house, with densely packed yarns wrapped around them, and many weavers were knocked unconscious and tied aside.

Before entering the backyard, a strong smell of blood came over.

A shadow flashed behind him and whispered, "Two were captured alive, and the rest committed suicide. No one escaped."

"Finally, I have gained something. Thank you, second sister."

Hearing this, Li Muyu pulled up the mask on his face, nodded slightly, and followed him like a shadow.

Two places were raided before, both of which were the Song family’s businesses. They seemed to be operating normally, but in fact, they secretly kept a lot of people from the evil ways.

He led his men in through the front door, and these desperate criminals fled through the side door. If it weren't for Li Muyou's great skills, he would have been able to catch up with them even if they fled for several miles, otherwise he would not have been able to find anything.

Even though the latter possessed the secret method of destroying Tianmen, it would be extremely difficult to capture a few people alive.

A large tent was set up in the backyard of the cloth shop, blocking out the light, and it was dark all around.

Two people were tied up under the tent, their bodies trembling slightly, and they seemed to be alive; their accomplices fell to the ground, with no external injuries on their bodies, only black blood flowing from the corners of their mouths.

Hearing the footsteps, the two men turned around silently, staring at the person coming in like wolves. When they saw that it was a handsome young man, their expressions became contemptuous.

"It's not easy to capture two people alive. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

Fang Xiwen walked up to someone and said.

This was a bald man with a bear-like body, with strange blood-colored runes all over his body; his bloodshot eyes bulged out exaggeratedly, as if they would roll to the ground if blown by the wind.

"Get lost, you little bastard! Watch out or I'll skin you alive and drink your heart and liver with my wine!"

The bald man kicked him, Fang Xiwen dodged to the side, and caught a glimpse of the belt made of human skulls around his waist, his eyes became cold.

"Someone, smash his Dantian for me."

Soon, a constable took the order and came up and punched the bald man in the abdomen. The latter groaned and his breath instantly weakened.

Decades of practice were destroyed in one night, and the hatred in his eyes was immeasurable.

"What, are you still being stubborn?"

"Kill me if you can. Is your grandfather afraid of such a petty insult?!"

After being questioned several times, the bald man always looked tough.

"Do you think I can't cure you?" Fang Xiwen showed a cruel smile, "You know, there are many nobles in the God's Capital who like men, and they like you the most.

What a coincidence, I know a few of them.”

"what do you want?!"

"Since you have no use, I have to find a way to make some money, right? I will cut off your limbs first, then treat your injuries, and finally sell them.

You should be able to sell it for around ten strings of cash. After all, you are a demon, so you are quite rare."

As if going to the vegetable market to buy meat, Fang Xiwen looked at him, then stretched out his hand to the side, and Kong Yucai, who had been waiting for a long time, obediently handed him a machete.

"You have three seconds to hesitate." He narrowed his eyes and pointed at her thighs. "Tell me what you know, and I'll leave you with an intact body."

"three,"

"two,"

“One——” “I’ll tell you everything!!”

when!

The machete fell to the ground next to his thigh, creating a trail of sparks, and the bald man's emotions suddenly collapsed completely.

As a man of the devil's way, he was not afraid of death as a "human"; but if someone were to deny his existence as a "man", that would be unspeakably terrifying.

Cutting off limbs, becoming a plaything... The bald man could almost imagine those fat and powerful people approaching him while unbuckling their belts.

In an instant, the nobleman in front of him turned into the most terrifying evil ghost. He was like an obedient student being trained in the classroom. He would answer every question and would also answer even if no one was asked.

"Let's do this," Fang Xiwen took out a pen and paper and took notes like a prosecutor, "I'll ask you a question, you answer it, and when I'm done I'll kill you with a single knife."

"Okay, okay, you said it!"

The bald man had become well-behaved and expressed his gratitude.

"Origin?"

"I am an outer member of the Red Sect, and he is an inner disciple of the Mie Tian Sect," the bald man pointed at the thin accomplice next to him, "We both have the cultivation level of six orifices, and the skills we practice are..."

"Working for the Song family, why?"

"We have everything, including martial arts, money, and women. But they are mainly after the martial arts manuals. When they want to kill someone, they will call us. We are only responsible for killing the person, and after that, we just need to go to the designated place to rest."

"What about you?" Fang Xiwen wrote a few words on the paper and looked at the thin man.

"For the secret manuals. You noble families want to raise assassins, so you specially searched for many foreign martial arts. After dozens or hundreds of years of accumulation, your martial arts are richer than those of ordinary magic sects."

There was no lack of bitter irony in the thin man's words, "This is known to almost everyone in the martial arts world. We regard doing dirty work for the noble families as a kind of experience. The rewards are high and the risks are low. Many independent cultivators grow up this way."

"Tell me more about it."

"Near the Divine Capital, the dirty work usually involves dealing with civilians with little cultivation. As long as they are not caught, most of you people from the Six Gates will turn a blind eye.

The only danger is that if we are caught by a strong man like you, we will commit suicide immediately... If you didn't have the people of Mie Tian Men in your hands, how could you capture us alive?"

After saying this, the thin man closed his eyes without hiding the contempt on his face.

After taking notes for a while, Fang Xiwen came to his senses and said, "Are you saying that I am the same kind of people as them?"

"What else? You're still a good person?!" The thin man laughed, "We're all robbers, but the knife in your hand is just a little sharper. Why are you pretending?"

Hearing this, Li Muyu pulled up his hood and lowered his head silently.

She really wanted to defend Fang Xiwen, but the fact was indeed as this person said: to put it bluntly, she, Li Muyu, was just a knife used to do dirty work and could do nothing but kill people.

Unlike the bright and generous Sword Sect Fairy, she is destined not to live in the sun.

boom!

Turning around, Fang Xiwen had already stepped on the thin man's face and seemed a little angry: "Who do you say is the knife?"

"She's your mistress? Isn't that also a dirty job—" "Bullshit!"

Grabbing his collar, Fang Xiwen said word by word: "Since I have decided to accept her, she will not be a tool to me."

"..."

"Perhaps she has committed many sins in the past, just like you, and I don't deny that. But these 'faults' are also part of her.

If the retribution for her crime comes, I will pay it with her; similarly, since I have recognized her, I cannot allow her to make the same mistake again!"

He grabbed the thin man's head, turned to the corpses on the ground, and said angrily: "Open your eyes and see clearly. Did she kill the same people you killed? A bunch of insects!"

boom!

The thin man was thrown heavily to the ground. His hands and feet struggled unnaturally for a few times and he seemed to have fainted.

"One last question." Fang Xiwen took a few breaths, his expression turned calm, and he looked at the bald man: "How did you get in touch with the Song family?

Is it recruiting in the underworld or posting notices? "

"It's an introducer. There are people from the Maitreya Sect in Yueyin Temple outside Sanshou Mountain. They can not only lead people into the Divine Capital, but also avoid detection by the Demon-Slaying Array.

If you want to find them, you need something like a sect token, or the endorsement of someone who has some influence in the world..."

Maitreya?