Fairy, I really am a villain!

The dead are the greatest. Fang Xiwen put away other thoughts, put down the bowl, and watched him write quietly.

"Jiang Changshou lost his mother at a young age. When he was young, he caused trouble at home because of his martial arts. He broke up with his father and left home to venture into the martial arts world. When he returned, he was already forty-seven years old. His nine orifices were fully opened, and he was so powerful that he drove the concubine who had a grudge against him out of the house..."

'The unrecorded period should be the time when he had contact with the Blood Robe Cult. Speaking of which, can you quit this kind of evil cult after joining it...

The old master is an apostate?

After Fang Xiwen finished reading the life story, she had some guesses in her mind. At this time, Jiang Xingchu, who was hungry, also came over and glanced at it nonchalantly.

Suddenly, Zhu Yiwu put these things away, greeted them, and smiled, "In fact, Young Master Fang doesn't have to cook by himself, there will be a buffet tonight."

"Oh?"

"...Funerals should be celebrated as happy occasions. I hope Young Master Fang can cooperate." Zhu Yiwu whispered something in his ear, and he nodded slightly.

As expected of a famous martial arts master, he is still thinking about the Jiang family now... The death of the old patriarch was too strange, and it would be bad for the Jiang family's reputation if it got out. Zhu Yiwu hopes to disguise it as a normal death, meaning that the activities that should be held should still be held.

Seeing him walk away to make arrangements, the two of them came together again. Fang Xiwen ate the last piece of meat at the bottom of the bowl and asked vaguely, "Mr. Judge, what do you say?"

"He's not that kind."

"anything else?"

"...The old man has a good plan."

As he said that, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Although Luo Qingni's silly supporting role is very good, it is also good to have a partner who can keep up with one's thinking... Fang Xiwen stretched lazily, hiding all his fatigue, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

It's time to kill.

Chapter 86 Jiang Changshou

The dusk was fading and night was approaching.

Red lanterns were hung up in the courtyard, shadows from the eaves weaved in the twilight, and the whole buffet was set up again.

The taciturn housekeeper took out a piece of red cloth, spread it on the ground, and organized the maids in the house to put on long sleeves and dance in the center of the courtyard.

The short Zhu Yiwu was dressed formally and presided over the banquet again. "I know you are all uneasy, but the Six Gates have ordered us to investigate on our own..."

"I was waiting to go home to make soup, but for Master Wu's sake, it's okay for me to stay one more night!" Some people raised their arms and shouted, vying to respond.

So the banquet below was reopened, and the young man in tight clothes took his seat with his maid, and the main focus was on eating and drinking.

"Master, eat an orange~"

"No."

The two of them seemed to be in harmony with each other on the surface, but secretly their lips were moving constantly and they were whispering to each other.

Jiang Xingchu: "The ritual has started to work. It wasn't working a quarter of an hour ago."

Fang Xiwen: "Zhu Yiwu, the housekeeper, Jiang Xizhi... these three people all have the opportunity to enter the inner courtyard, and their ranking is the degree of suspicion."

Jiang Xingchu: "The dwarf is not that kind, he deliberately reopened the banquet to make the guests' blood energy dissipate faster...

He was there when the old ghost died."

Fang Xiwen: "Not necessarily."

Both of them saw a lot, but something was still missing, there was no actual evidence.

Zhu Yiwu's reputation is too high, and it is not realistic to incite the guests to take him down in one fell swoop... After thinking for a while, Fang Xiwen came up with a plan.

During the discussion, the speech on the stage was already halfway through.

Everyone was convinced when this famous and highly respected martial arts master announced the cause of death: "Brother Xue had a hidden injury from a duel in his early years.

That man was highly skilled in martial arts and vicious. Although Brother Xue used his profound internal strength to neutralize him, he still had hidden injuries in his meridians.

Today, seeing his children and grandchildren all around him, and his loving father and filial son, he was so overwhelmed with joy that his injuries were affected, and he passed away..."

This round one isn't that great either... Seeing him walk down the stage, Fang Xiwen immediately went up to him. Something flashed in his hand, and Zhu Yiwu's pupils shrank.

The three left the table.

...

...

He led Zhu Yiwu into a wing room on the side of the compound, and they both sat down. The maid closed the door dutifully and stood by their side with her eyes lowered obediently.

He also couldn't help but sigh at Jiang Xingchu's professionalism. It would be nice to have a maid who was so good at massage.

Seeing that Zhu Yiwu's eyes were still bright, he smiled and spread out his palm, and the bright silver official seal of the Six Gates lay there quietly.

"Qingshou... I didn't expect that Young Master Fang, who is so handsome, is actually a lackey of the imperial court." Zhu Yiwu's eyes were slightly cold.

This is how the people of Jianghu treat the royal running dogs, because the Six Gates’ eating habits are too ugly.

On the one hand, they were very polite to the big and powerful sects. Fang Qingxiao's Sword Sect token was much more useful than the official seal, and the people below did not dare to disobey.

On the other hand, they have a sour face towards the people in the martial arts world, saying that the heroes are breaking the law with force, and whenever there is a chance, they will arrest these social unrest factors and torture them to death.

"After all, we are enjoying the convenience here, so it's fine if Mr. Zhu decides so," Fang Xiwen smiled, but did not make any excuses. "Even if that's the case, can you cooperate with me in investigating the case?

You have a close relationship with Jiang Changshou, so you must know something about the inside story."

"what do you mean?"

"That's his anomaly. He left home when he was young, and when he returned in his forties, he was already fully developed, but he kept this experience a secret... Master Zhu, you didn't get to know him until after he settled down, did you?"

"Master Fang...what does this mean?"

"Just chatting casually." Seeing his cold tone, Fang Xiwen's attitude suddenly softened. She poured a cup of tea and smiled: "I was also locked up here by chance. I thought I could find out something casually to deal with my colleagues."

After all, he is a spy, so he has to do some face-saving work.

But that's not what you said just now...Faced with this clumsy knock, Zhu Yiwu's eyes flickered and he laughed, "I did know Brother Xue quite early, and the jar of daughter's red wine that has been there for decades has not been buried yet.

Brother Xue... was full of vigor and vitality at the time. He had already opened up all nine orifices before he was thirty. At this age, he could open up the gates of life and death by enduring the days. But I don't know what happened, but he became devastated. "

"Can you tell me more about this incident?"

"What Lord Fang said... If we can ask clearly, it can't be called an 'accident', right?" Zhu Yiwu drank the tea in one gulp, put down the teacup, and was still smiling.

After chatting for a few more words, when he walked out of the room, Fang Xiwen sighed, handed the pot of tea to Jiang Xingchu, and rubbed his eyebrows: "It's not a simple thing."

"But there are some gains." She smiled as she lifted the lid of the teapot and threw something into it.

Fang Xiwen said: "It's easy to guess.

The old patriarch may have had his vitality drained away, not only does he not have a long lifespan, but he also has a huge hidden danger in his martial arts... but I don't know if the apostasy came first or later."

It's hard to tell what happened to this evil sect. Maybe he was frightened and betrayed because his blood was drawn, or maybe he was caught and punished for betraying his religion...

While the two were talking, a steward dressed in heavy silk came in and sat down at the table. He was called in by Zhu Yiwu.

Ever since Jiang Changshou's death, the housekeeper has been so silent. Fang Xiwen didn't mind it. He casually showed his official seal and smiled, "I am a spy from the Six Gates, and I am asking questions according to the rules. You don't have to be nervous, just chat casually."

As he spoke, Fang Xiwen showed off his skill in pouring tea smoothly. As the tea leaves swirled in the water and white mist rose, the butler seemed to gradually relax and nodded.

"How many years have you been with your master?" He seemed to be genuinely chatting about family matters.

"It's been thirty-seven years, about. I'm a family child," the housekeeper said in a muffled voice, with his head lowered. "After the master left home and came back, I continued to follow him."

"You grew up like brothers... It must be very difficult, right?" Fang Xiwen took a sip of tea and chuckled.

"Yes. The master is the only son, and the old man also treats me as his own son." As he said this, the butler also took a sip of tea, as if he was in sorrow.

"Then you still have the guts to do it?"

"...What?"

"We've been brothers for decades, and you kill us without any hesitation... What kind of plan would make you do this?" Fang Xiwen spoke in a flat tone, and his words were like silent thunder.

The butler was startled, and suddenly a furious shout rang out:

"Jiang Changshou, how long are you going to keep pretending?"

But it was Jiang Xingchu who frowned, pointed at him and cursed: "The wound of the blood race doesn't look like that at all. You blew off his head to hide your identity!"

"The butler is a quiet man. You are of similar stature. It would be easy for you to imitate his actions if you spend so much time together! If you can't fool him, just bow your head and shed a few tears. No one will suspect anything!

I have feelings for a dog, but you are so cruel! "

"you--"

The butler stood up, shocked and angry.

But Fang Xiwen was still sitting in his seat, not so excited, and his tone seemed leisurely, "Old Patriarch, that egg custard is really unpalatable... This is not the way to treat guests.

In fact, I don't care what you want to plot, but if you really start the ritual, not only will you use your blood relatives as a tool to prolong your life, but you will also involve so many people...

This is really not right."

Zheng!

A red sword appeared on the table at some point. Fang Xiwen stretched out his hand and pulled it, then used his body skills and a blazing fire dragon flew out!

In a split second, the murderous intent is revealed!

In a hurry, the "butler" took a wrong step, moved away, and his palms flew with a strong wind!

The body's protective qi opens all nine orifices!

The sword was almost caught by his palm, Fang Xiwen immediately dropped the sword, shook out Cang Ying and rushed over again, shouting coldly: "Longevity, longevity... You really didn't choose the wrong name!

In order to survive, you can even kill your own offspring! "

Cangying was confused by the shadows, and when he swung his sword, a lot of sword shadows appeared. Xue Changshou knocked the red sword away, his eyes red, and grinned: "They are just two hairy kids, what can they understand!"

His hair was disheveled, and when he raised his hand, gusts of blood-red palm wind were raised, making him look like a madman. There was no trace of the majestic celebrity he once was. He was just a madman who was about to die.

Puff puff.

After only a few muffled sounds, an invisible sound wave suddenly arose, completely eliminating the palm wind. Fang Xiwen rushed forward with his sword, and the sword force was unleashed, which actually suppressed him for a while.

“Yun Gong Tian Yin?” Xue Changshou parried a few times, his pupils suddenly shrinking, “You are from Xing Gong!!”

No wonder they knew about the altar in the inner courtyard, they discovered it here!

"Just someone who came to kill you."

As he spoke, Jiang Xingchu lowered his eyes calmly, pulled out a few star lines, and fiddled with them back and forth with his slender hands like lightning, sending out powerful gusts of wind that completely offset the advantages of his nine orifices.