Mr. Zhang and Mr. Sun looked at me at the same time, with the smell of expectation and inquiries in their eyes.

I said simply: "Liu Wenhui is still in their hands." After that, I pushed open the door welded by steel plates, and saw that there was light inside, so I strode in.

Mr. Zhang also followed me and lowered his head and crawled into the door. At this time, I vaguely heard Mr. Sun sigh, not real, and it was vague.

After the first two experiences, I became more careful. While walking, I unbuttoned the fire silk cloth and held the Fantian Seal in my hand.

As soon as my hands feel the hard and smooth touch on the Fantian Seal, my heart will become inexplicably angry, as if the whole world is my enemy. I want to kick anyone when I see it.

Every time I encounter this situation, I can only suppress the anger, constantly adjust my breathing, and use all my strength to calm myself down.

The house is not big, which is about ten square meters. Apart from a paint bucket and a brush in the corner, the house seems to have nothing, but a very small opening is opened in the corner of the wall directly opposite me. When the light shines in, you can clearly see that there is an inclined downward staircase inside.

I recalled the structure of the entire building. This staircase extending downwards should have run through several floors of the residence.

What kind of architect would design such a staircase?

I immediately put the Fantian Seal under my armpit, took out the glass egg and held it in my hand. At this time, I could not feel any traction on the glass egg. The source of the Yinsha Qi Field was on this rooftop.

I couldn't help but stop and frowned.

Mr. Zhang came to me and asked me, "What's wrong, why don't you leave?"

I said, "What's wrong, the source of Yinsha is on the rooftop."

Mr. Zhang was silent for a moment, then he pointed to the stairs and whispered to me: "Look carefully, there are two pairs of footprints on it, one of which is Liu Wenhui's. I've seen his feet."

There were footprints on the stairs? I widened my eyes and looked at the steps carefully for a long time, but I saw nothing.

But the tone of the second master of Jason when he spoke was extremely certain.

I looked at the steps and then looked at Master Zhang Er, who nodded at me.

I didn't say anything more, holding the glass egg in my hand, and took a step down the steps.

The slope of this staircase extending downward is very steep, and the vertical distance should be between two or three floors. As I walked down not far away, a traction force appeared on the glass egg. This force was upward. When it appeared, the weight of the glass egg seemed to be lighter.

When I arrived at the bottom of the stairs, there was a cement road extending to my right. There were walls on both sides of this road and the ground was very clean.

I asked Mr. Zhang tentatively: "Do you still have footprints?"

Mr. Zhang nodded very confidently: "Also. Keep moving forward."

I breathed a sigh of relief and continued to walk forward with the glass egg. Soon we arrived at the end of the road. On my right hand side, a staircase extending upwards with a large slope appeared in front of me.

Going up from this stairs, it seems that the elevator is located.

I turned my head and exchanged glances with Master Zhang Er. Master Zhang Er moved his lips and made a silent mouth shape: "Be careful."

I nodded, put the glass egg back into my pocket, took the green steel sword and Fantian Seal, and tiptoed towards the top of the stairs.

This staircase is not too long, but it took me at least five minutes to reach its commanding heights. There is a door with a black cloth curtain hanging here. Through the gaps of the cloth curtain, you can feel a very strong evil aura and a very pungent smell. It is the smell of formalin antiseptic liquid. I have seen this solution in the morgue of the police station.

Mr. Zhang patted my shoulder from behind, and I turned around to look at him, and saw him pointing at the door, then pointing to me, pointing to the right side of the door, pointing to himself, and pointing to the left side of the door.

I understood what he meant, he wanted me to rush in quickly and then move to the right side of the door. After he entered, he moved quickly to the left side of the door.

I nodded first, then looked at the dark cloth curtain, took a deep breath, and ran two steps up the last two steps, lifted the curtain and rushed in.

According to Master Zhang's plan, after entering the house, I first flashed a distance to the right, and then quickly observed the situation in the house.

In addition to me, there were two people in the room, one was Liu Wenhui who was hanging upside down on the roof, and the other was an old man sitting cross-legged in the corner. He was wearing a red dress and was small in shape.

Although I just glanced at him as fast as possible, I recognized his identity at that moment. He was the old man that every deceased in this case had seen, and when everyone saw him, it was the last moment before death.

I immediately became alert, my eyes fixed on him, and at the same time I raised the Tiangang Sword and pointed it at him with the sword tip, even though the distance between him and me was four or five meters.

At this time, Mr. Zhang also came in. He flashed to the left side of the door, and also turned his eyes to scan the room quickly, and then he also stood guard against the old man in the corner with full vigilance.

After my second master and I were quiet for a few seconds, the old man seemed to have not noticed our appearance at all. He was still kneeling cross-legged on the ground, whispering spells that we couldn't understand.

Mr. Zhang rushed forward with a quick step, and then opened his eyes when he knocked him over with one punch, looking at Mr. Zhang and the people who rushed into the room one after another in shock.

I have seen how destructive the power of Mr. Zhang's fist is, but after the punch hit him in the face, the seemingly weak old man did not faint as I imagined. He then rolled on the ground with the remaining power of Mr. Zhang's fist, avoiding the second punch that Mr. Zhang's fist hit him.

After Master Chen came in, he rushed up to help immediately, but my master stopped him.

And the second master of Jason was also shouting: "Don't interfere!"

Just as he was calling, the thin old man pulled out a slender knife from his waist and stabbed Mr. Zhang Er's face.

The speed was too fast, and the second master of Jason could not avoid it, but what was surprising was that he actually opened his mouth and bit the sword that was quickly stabbing with a mouthful of white teeth.

Not only did Master Zhang's fist have strong strength, but his mouth was also quite strong. I saw the old man take a quick step back, as if he wanted to pull the sword out of Master Zhang's mouth, but Master Zhang's bit it too tightly, and he suddenly increased his strength but didn't pull it out.

In the end, he had to abandon the sword and fight with Erye Zhang.

Mr. Zhang's fist was fast and fierce, but the old man in front of him was all in a vicious way, poking his eyes, slapping his throat, and kicking his crotch. Every time he found a gap, he used this trick when he attacked Mr. Zhang.

At the beginning, Mr. Zhang Er couldn't hit him, and he couldn't hurt Mr. Zhang Er, but he always used this kind of despicable method, and in the end, Mr. Zhang Er was annoyed. Mr. Zhang seemed to have used all his strength. His big fists like hammers were swung like a windmill. The speed was amazingly fast, and he couldn't see clearly that he made a move. He could only see huge fists in the air.

After ten seconds of stalemate, the old man was hit five or six times. He barely avoided the vital points in the first few punches, and only the last punch hit his chest firmly. He groaned, and then flew out like a broken straw. His body smashed the glass jar not far away, making a clanging sound.

He broke the glass jar, and a large amount of dark red liquid flowed out of it, and the formalin smell in the air became even more pungent.

A red meat piece leaked out of the glass jar with these formalin solutions, which was a heart!

Mr. Sun and Taoist Master Chen rushed up and tied up the old man who fell to the ground. Although the old man was hit hard, his consciousness was still very clear. At this time, he was looking at us with a vicious look full of resentment.

Mr. Zhang rubbed his fists and walked to the old man. He stretched out his hand, pinched the old man's arm, and said to himself: "The bones are harder than iron."

At this time, Huang Changrong and my master had already put down Liu Wenhui. Liu Wenhui's body was covered with slender wounds. The wounds were very deep, and blood kept oozing out of it.

He was still alive, but he was very weak. At this time, he leaned against Huang Changrong and looked at us with a pale face, as if he wanted to say something, but he had no strength to open his mouth.

It was also at this time that I discovered that there were many glass jars in this narrow room, and each jar was soaked with a certain organ in formalin solution.

The shoulder-length arms were cut off, the complete brain, and a jar filled with round eyes.

When I saw those eyeballs, they seemed to be looking at me, making my heart feel bleak.

Mr. Sun carefully examined Liu Wenhui's injuries and breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Although the wound is a bit deep, it is not fatal. This guy has a good physical condition. How big is it? Some of the wounds have begun to scar. Don't worry, he is not seriously injured."

Although Mr. Sun said this, Liu Wenhui's weakness was not fake at all.

Including my master, the people present seemed to care little about Liu Wenhui's situation. After hearing Mr. Sun say he was fine, everyone focused on the old man in red.

According to convention, the person in charge of the interrogation is still Mr. Zhang.

After Mr. Zhang squatted down in front of the old man, his murderous eyes were on a parallel line with the old man's eyes.

But when the two eyes were facing each other, I didn't see a trace of fear on the old man's face. On the contrary, when he looked at Master Zhang Er, the expression on his face seemed a bit joking.

Mr. Zhang asked him: "What's your name?"

The old man smiled with a crooked mouth, gave Mr. Zhang a very disdainful look, but did not answer.

Mr. Zhang raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised by the old man's reaction.

At this time, Huang Changrong also asked, "Where is that woman?"

Before the old man could respond, Mr. Zhang became confused first: "Woman? What kind of woman?"

Huang Changrong said to him: "The person who robbed Liu Wenhui from the Lunfen Mountain at that time was a woman. Master Chai's disciples also saw her."

Mr. Zhang looked at me again, I nodded and said, "From the figure, I am indeed a slim woman. But the room was full of yellow smoke at that time, and I didn't see the woman clearly."
Chapter completed!