Fairy, I really am a villain!

Otherwise, what's the point of repairing it."

He arrived in front of the main house and pushed open the wooden door that gave off a sense of decay. Immediately, a cloud of dust blew in. The windows inside were not locked, exposed to the wind and sun.

"...There's something wrong." The swordsman rolled his eyes, unable to endure it any longer, as he had never expected this answer.

Although Luo Qingni's silly little expression is very cute, rolling her eyes and cursing at people has its own unique feeling... The man nodded secretly, thinking that he could also cultivate her interest in this area.

If the sword immortal knew what he was thinking, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.

"Look, the owner of the house seemed to have left on a whim, and he didn't take any dust prevention measures," Fang Xiwen walked in, took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, handed it to the sword fairy, and thought for a while, "But why didn't he come back later?"

"do not know."

The sword fairy in green also stepped in. She did not take the handkerchief. Even though she was standing in the dusty room, she looked spotless, as if the dust was reluctant to fall on her flawless skin.

Fang Xiwen didn't expect her to answer. He glanced at the half-burned incense stick and pointed outside, "Sword Immortal, can you go out and wait for me?

The old patriarch used to be a member of the Blood Robe Cult. There might be some traps in the house, so be careful."

Hearing this, the Sword Immortal walked out as he was told, only to find it a little funny.

Is it because he called himself "a distant memory" that he actually cares about me...

Is it because I appear fragile, or because I have a similar appearance to his lover?

There was a rare hint of interest in the sword immortal's eyes, but it soon returned to being stagnant.

"Ahem! There's so much dust..."

Fang Xiwen rarely experienced the same experience as before he started practicing, and he covered his mouth and coughed hard.

He apologized and began to rummage through the cabinets in the room. The Jiang family was rich, but the old patriarch's residence seemed simple, with a few old gowns in the cabinet and some ordinary books on the bookshelf.

After searching for a while, he simply turned over the large dragon and phoenix rosewood bed, leaned it vertically against the wall, and exposed the less dusty floor underneath.

After he stood on it and stepped on it a few times, his expression became interesting.

hollow.

There really is a secret compartment!

After confirming that there were no traps around, he ran to the door and called the Sword Immortal in, "I found the entrance to the basement! Come on, let's take a look at what's inside."

"Oh." The sword immortal stepped in again and waved his sleeves to clear away the flying dust.

Why do I feel like a little kid...

"You should have used this trick earlier. I was coughing for so long," Fang Xiwen complained. He bent down and fumbled around for a while before lifting up a piece of wood. "Got it!"

call!

Another large cloud of dust spread out. Fang Xiwen was about to pull the sword fairy, but the latter glanced at him and waved away the dust, "What for?"

"I'm afraid you'd choke." He said as a matter of course and looked down.

There was a basement below. With the white light coming through the window, one could see a terrifyingly shaped altar under the gap. It was larger than an ordinary water tank, and its edge seemed to have three sharp claws hooked on it, as if it was a secret of heaven.

There were large patches of dried blood on the surface, and the traces extended downwards, as if they had grown out of the floor.

Damn, there is still this kind of thing in Jiang's house...

Since everything in the spiritual realm is a one-to-one replica, it means that there should be such an altar in the inner courtyard in reality. It is obviously the work of the Blood Robe Cult.

Just thinking about a large group of people living, reproducing, and holding banquets here without realizing it... the man felt a little scared.

Just then, the incense stick in his hand was almost burnt out, so he put it away and nodded to the sword fairy beside him, "It's been a quarter of an hour, I have to go out."

"Ah."

"Bye-Bye!"

Fang Xiwen grinned at her and waved gently.

...

...

When he opened his eyes again, he was still sitting in the corner of the Jiang family compound. Jiang Xingchu was still holding his arm dutifully, looking at him with her starry eyes, "How is it?"

"It's quite rewarding."

He checked his belongings and found nothing was missing. He then said succinctly, "I used the secret technique of leaving the body and saw a hidden basement under the old master's room."

"Ah."

Jiang Xingchu thought to herself, who are you trying to fool? How come I have never seen a method of leaving the body that can be used once I have awakened my mind?

But she didn't expose it, just listened quietly.

"Then, I saw a blood-red altar in the basement. It was about the size of a water tank, and there were claw-like things around it."

Fang Xiwen made a circle with his arms and described it in detail using gestures.

Hearing this, Jiang Xingchu's face rarely looked ugly. He pondered and said, "It is actually the basic ritual of the Blood Turbidity Method. This old ghost..."

It’s not that she hadn’t thought about the possibility that Fang Xiwen was lying, but even if he made up a story, he couldn’t make it so convincing... Such secrets were not something a young man like him could have access to.

"You know? Tell me in detail."

Fang Xiwen had heard of this name a long time ago. At that time, he was still in Jingshui City. The elder of Tianyu Sect used this method and crossed the first level of the ladder in a short time.

Speaking of which, he still had some bad karma with the Blood Robe Cult, which had been following him since the time of the evil cultivation. He thought that he was implicated by Jiang Xingchu, but the entrance to the spiritual realm also happened to be here... Could it be that fate had something to do with him?

"To be specific, the function of this altar is to absorb the vitality of the people around it and convert it into a strange kind of 'Qi'. This thing is extremely beneficial to the practice of the Blood Robe Sect's skills, and it can also... prolong life to a certain extent."

As he spoke, Jiang Xingchu's eyes sank slightly, but soon returned to normal: "This thing shouldn't appear in the Xue family."

"How to say?"

"This is the Xue family's main residence," Jiang Xingchu glared at him, "Why would a normal person set up something like this in his own home? Do you think you're going to live too long?"

"really.

And if you think about it carefully, this altar is not something that can be built in a day or two. It should have been built a long time ago...but why did it happen today? Is there any reason why the old patriarch must die?"

This was a difficult statement to make, but Jiang Xingchu understood it immediately. "That is to say, the martial arts competition had impure motives from the beginning. The old ghost wanted to plan something, but he was shot in the head before he could do anything."

“It’s hard to say…”

"This is a major discovery," Jiang Xingchu looked at him quietly, "Do you want to tell the Six Gates about this news?"

“But they will send people in, and this closed environment will be broken.”

"But the altar might have been touched, and the ritual is running on its own. If we drag it on, maybe everyone will die." Jiang Xingchu said with a stern face.

Fang Xiwen stared at her for a while and sighed, "There's no need to test me like this... If it were in the past, I might have endured it, but it's different now.

I hate being schemed against.”

"But you knew you were going to join the game, didn't you?"

"Reporting to the Six Gates will lift the blockade by themselves. Everyone will be fine, but the murderer can easily escape." Fang Xiwen narrowed his eyes. "I know it very well, but I'm just unhappy. What's wrong?"

"That's how it should be!" Jiang Xingchu smiled and clasped his hands together, "Besides, you and I are fine now. Even if the ritual works, we won't be able to absorb much in one night.

With this as the limit, let's find the murderer and kill him!"

As she spoke, she grinned, and her expression was so relaxed, as if she was saying she was going to have breakfast.

It can be seen that she has no resistance to killing. She should be the Scarlet Emperor. How can a gentle person like me be called such a villain... The man was speechless.

...

...

After a brief discussion, they both felt a little hungry.

Although there were still many delicious dishes at the buffet, most of them were stained with some unknown liquid and were no longer suitable for consumption.

Fang Xiwen found the butler who had changed into a thick silk dress. After expressing his hunger, the butler took them to the kitchen next door.

There were a lot of ingredients piled up here, including pork, beef offal, sea cucumber, river fish... It seemed that the buffet was originally planned to last until the evening, but something unexpected happened.

The taciturn housekeeper did not bother with their mood, turned on the fire, and simply made some egg custard.

The cooking technique was quite poor, the taste was rough and salty and bitter, as if the food was cooked due to excessive sadness.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen boldly suggested that he come by himself, but unexpectedly the butler nodded slightly and simply went out to do other things.

"They are actually willing to let their guests cook. The Jiang family doesn't have the manners of those famous families." Fang Xiwen appreciated this. It must be because of their good family tradition that they could cultivate a good guy like Master Canglang.

He doesn't think too highly of himself, and he's not arrogant or impatient... He may be a little aggressive, but he's still young after all.

"Wow, I didn't expect that Feng Liujian can actually cook. No wonder he can capture the hearts of so many women~" Jiang Xingchu didn't help, but just stood by and made sarcastic remarks.

"Don't eat it if you say that again."

"Tsk, who cares?"

She didn't believe that this young man could cook any delicious food, so she stood with her hands folded and watched coldly.

Something was wrong the moment he watched this. This guy was so skilled. Even if he wasn't an expert, when the rich aroma wafted up, Jiang Xingchu honestly felt greedy.

smell good!

"What did you put?"

"Old Li's secret spice bag contains dried tangerine peel, fennel, star anise... The proportions are determined through repeated trials. It is very valuable. He is only willing to tell us because we have a good relationship."

Fang Xiwen introduced with a smile, appearing calm and composed.

"I think he wants to find a match for my niece." Jiang Xingchu began to talk about other things. Oh no, it really seems to be delicious.

"It's not that bad..."

Soon the meat was out of the pot. Fang Xiwen poured the juice directly on the rice and carried it out of the kitchen, not leaving even half a piece for her.

"Master, give me a piece~"

"No, no, it's so rare."

Fang Xiwen squatted at the kitchen door, eating without any image, and no matter what she said, it was useless.

Zhu Yiwu was writing something on the table in the distance. After smelling the smell, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Young Master Fang is really cool and unrestrained."

"I had a shallow relationship with the old patriarch. His death has touched me a little, but not deeply." Fang Xiwen came over with a bowl and lowered his head to read what he wrote. "Not as good as you."

Zhu Yiwu was writing condolences, words of thanks and other articles. His handwriting looked neat and elegant. With the help of the servants in the mansion, he was sorting out all the important events in the life of the old patriarch.