A few minutes later, at the door of the study room of the Hong family's mansion.
There was a "bang..." sound.
After several shouts at the door, but no response, Fang Qingshan kicked out, and the entire study door was shattered by his kick.
"My lords, Mr. Hong has been too tired these days. He may have fallen asleep accidentally..."
The servants who were patrolling near the study had already gathered here.
They were originally members of the Bloodthirsty Sect, and their original identities were not servants. They were only temporarily acting as servants because of their mission needs and in order to lurk in Jinshan City.
For Fang Qingshan, Zheng Donglai and others, even if they had never met them before, they knew it immediately as soon as they signed up.
At this moment, seeing these big figures in the sect rushing in angrily, these servants, although they were trembling and walking on thin ice, were extremely nervous.
But some people still spoke up to explain Hong Qingtian's situation.
After all, although Zheng Donglai, Fang Qingshan and others have high status, there is no direct reporting relationship between the two parties.
On the other hand, Hong Qingtian was able to kill them and was their real boss.
"Asleep? Are you kidding me?"
"With his strength, he would have been awakened immediately if there was such a big movement outside."
"Huddled in the study and unwilling to come out, he was simply escaping and did not dare to meet us."
Fang Qingshan, who had long decided to teach Hong Qingtian a lesson, would listen to the explanations of these servants.
He looked disdainful and snorted coldly.
Then, he took big steps and stepped into the study.
In the study, the candles had long been extinguished, and it was now dimly lit. When I stretched out my hand, I could barely see a few fingers.
Even so, with Fang Qingshan's eyesight, he could already see Hong Qingtian with his upper body lying on the desk, completely lifeless, just by scanning the study room.
"Old Hong is dead..." Following Fang Qingshan, Zheng Donglai also stepped in.
Smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, his expression changed and he immediately relit the candle in the study.
"A fatal blow without any sign of resistance."
"Either the person who killed Hong Qingtian was so strong that he couldn't even resist."
"Either the person who did it was familiar with Hong Qingtian, and without the slightest precaution, the person suddenly took action and slapped him on the head."
…
With shocked faces on their faces, Zheng Donglai and Fang Qingshan looked at each other.
Although Hong Qingtian's strength is not as good as the two of them, in any case, he has already entered the sixth realm of air control and is considered to be at the same level as them.
If it is done by an acquaintance, relatively speaking, it is slightly better.
If the person who killed Hong Qingtian was so strong that he couldn't resist, wouldn't it mean that it would be difficult for Fang Qingshan and Zheng Donglai to match that person?
"It's just a small city. How can there be a strong person in Jinshan City that Hong Qingtian can't resist?"
"Yes, I think so too. The person who killed Lao Hong must be an acquaintance of his."
"Sooner or later, he dies here just before the attack. I fucked his ancestors..." Fang Qingshan cursed.
But when the two of them thought about it, they felt a lot more at ease.
"Who knows who Mr. Hong met before he died?"
Without disturbing Hong Qingtian's body, the two of them stepped out of the door with gloomy faces.
After scanning the servants outside, Fang Qingshan asked in a deep voice.
"What? Master Hong is dead. It's impossible, absolutely impossible."
"Not long ago, he was still fine, that is, Deng Qian from the Qianjie Gang came to ask to see Mr. Hong and met him once."
"That Deng Qian also belongs to the Dark Hall and is one of Hong Ye's subordinates."
"He killed Master Hong? Did he have the strength to kill Master Hong silently in the study?"
Upon hearing the news of Hong Qingtian's sudden death, a kind of servant was dumbfounded.
They were all talking and talking.
"Deng Qian? Is he also a member of the sect?"
"Who knows where he lives? Lead the way and lead me there."
"Regardless of whether Hong Qingtian's death is related to him or not, let's bring him over first."
From the words of those servants, Zheng Donglai, Fang Qingshan and others learned a lot.
They originally thought that Hong Qingtian died at the hands of an acquaintance, and immediately regarded Deng Qian as a key suspect.
"I know where Deng Qian lives, and I am willing to take you all there." Soon, someone among the servants took the initiative to stand up.
Fang Qingshan, who had little friendship with Hong Qingtian, chose to stay here.
As for Zheng Donglai, he was eager for revenge. He waved his hand and led a few people, led by the servant, towards the outside of the mansion.
…
The next day, early in the morning, Chen Hai had already gotten up.
After saying hello to Ye Qingqing, he went out directly without even eating breakfast.
The situation inside the Hong Mansion opposite was obviously a little abnormal.
At the gate of the mansion, there were two more strange guards.
These two guards had sharp eyes. Whenever someone passed by on the street in front of the gate, their gleaming eyes would scan that person.
Ordinary people may not know what happened in the Hong Mansion, but Chen Hai is obviously not among ordinary people.
With his hands behind his back, he walked leisurely and leisurely in the direction of where the Qianjie Gang was stationed.
The two guards opposite him deliberately looked at him a few more times with their scrutinizing eyes.
As if he had no idea at all, Chen Hai remained calm and composed all the time.
It was the man with the grimace who killed Hong Qingtian. What does it have to do with him, Chen Hai?
The station of the Qianjie Gang is quite far away from their Chen Mansion.
Last night, he followed Deng Qian, and it took him almost twenty minutes to get here from the Qianjie Gang station.
Twenty minutes may not seem like a long time, but last night, Deng Qian was flying at full speed at speeds of dozens or hundreds of kilometers per hour.
It was quite shocking in broad daylight. If Chen Hai walked over so leisurely, it would take at least an hour for him to get to the Qianjie Gang.
Finally, Ye Qingqing had hope of practicing cultivation.
In Chen Hai's heart, nothing else is more important than Ye Qingqing's cultivation.
In Jinshan City, among the people of the Bloodthirsty Sect that Chen Hai knew, apart from Hong Qingtian, there was only one member of the Qianjie Gang, Deng Qian.
Of course, he had selectively ignored the servants in the Hong Mansion.
In his opinion, there may be some relationship between these servants and the Bloodthirsty Sect, but what they know must be extremely limited.
He wanted to confirm whether the picture with a mass of blood on it was something used by the Bloodthirsty Sect to test his talent. Naturally, it was more appropriate to go directly to Deng Qian.