It was just that Jiang Hanlian's emotionless gaze stung her eyes. She wanted to act out, but she didn't dare to do anything wrong. She breathed several times but couldn't utter a single word. Fan Wenzhao shouted in a cold voice: "Girl, tell me what you say."
Clearly, why should my son die!?"
"Humph, if he didn't die, he wouldn't want to enter a good house at night and do such dirty things as stealing good things and stealing good things."
Fan Wenzhao's face changed slightly. If it was Fan Li's character, it would be impossible for him to do such a thing. There was one time that year when a family was crossing the river. Fan Li saw that the girl was pretty, so he got interested and followed her in secretly.
He entered the Kunjiang River, scuttled the boat crossing the river, and drowned nearly ten members of the family, old and young, in the Kunjiang River. He only kidnapped the girl and humiliated her for more than a month. When she got tired of it, she killed and burned her body. Later, Fan Wenzhao was killed.
I know, he was scolded and punished, but of course he would not report it to the official. He just regarded it as an innocent family in Kunjiang Water Mansion. At that time, Fan Li had sworn that although he was lustful, not everyone dared to touch him.
Fan Wenzhao believed that these people had no roots and would not cause trouble in the future, so he didn't pay much attention to it. He just didn't expect that this time it would be Fan Li's turn to be buried underground.
"You are slandering people. My son died without evidence. Let's not talk about it for now." Fan Wenzhao yelled, "Who committed the murder?" Several people in Fan Wenzhao's mental field could probably guess it, but there is some truth in this saying. There is no evidence.
If you want to close the case, you must at least find the perpetrator, and then decide whether he deserves to die.
Jiang Hanlian said nothing, with a sarcastic look on his face. Fan Wenzhao took a step forward, trying to force Jiang Hanlian. Leyou snorted, stopped in front of Jiang Hanlian calmly, and looked at Fan Wenzhao indifferently. Li
Luo Xin thought slightly, and of course he guessed who Fan Li was after. Jiang Hanlian didn't want to say it, but she was naturally thinking about Shu Chenyu's innocence. Although this girl despised human life, her nature was not bad.
"The murderer may not have committed the crime. Whether he will be convicted or not is a matter of public opinion."
Jiang Hanlian sneered and said, "I didn't see it."
Fan Wenzhao was furious and shouted: "If the girl continues to be so secretive, don't blame me for thinking that the girl is the accomplice of the murderer!"
"Tsk, tsk, you still want to show off your face. You didn't say that I was the one who killed the person." Jiang Hanlian said sarcastically. Fan Wenzhao could no longer suppress the grief and anger in his heart and was about to kill the person. Li Luo suddenly shouted loudly.
, the voice was far away, and both Jiang Hanlian and Leyou were eclipsed. Such internal energy was not inferior to that of the ancestors in the sect. Jiang Hanlian was even more shocked. It has been three months since he and Li Luo were together.
, he had never discovered that Li Luo knew martial arts and had such strong internal strength. Jiang Hanlian turned around and glanced at Leyou. Leyou's expression was not very good. Jiang Hanlian blinked and thought that he had saved Leyou.
It shouldn't be too much to exchange one life for another three months.
As soon as Li Luo whistled, a man as thin as a piece of paper walked over quickly. Rather than walking over, it would be more appropriate to say floating over. When he arrived in front of Li Luo, he bowed and said: "Five days ago
When I was a child, Fan Li, a disciple of the Fan family in Zouping County, wanted to break into Pandao Baozi Shop at night, holding incense and spring poison, with evil intentions. On the way, he was intercepted by people living in seclusion at Zouping Ferry. This man had superb boxing skills and deliberately concealed his origins. However, he was a martial artist.
Judging from the law, it is guessed that he should be a disciple of the Jinguang Sect on the top of the mountain. He used boxing skills to replace the Jinguang Sect's sword and traveled around the world. He killed Fan Li, a disciple of the Fan family, on the spot within three moves. After that, this disciple of the Jinguang Sect killed Fan Li's body.
It was moved to the yard and buried. In order to prevent the smell of rotting corpses, corpse powder was spread to block the smell. If this person, who was born in the seventh Yin-Yang family of the Yin-zi family, had not exposed it, there is a high chance that this corpse would not have been discovered."
After saying these words, the expressions of several people in the field changed drastically. A figure flew away like an arrow from a bow. It was so fast that people had no time to react. However, the figure did not go far. As soon as they reached the halfway point, another figure suddenly appeared.
The figure who came out was cut off. Li Luo looked up, his face changed slightly, and he softly shouted: "Be merciful."
Hearing the figure chuckle, the two exchanged a few moves in mid-air. The figure that had just escaped fell back to the ground, while the figure in the way turned over and landed lightly on a raised wooden pole, staring intently.
Li Luo, if you look carefully, you should be able to see wisps of light coming out of the figure's eyes. But you can't blame others. If you look at fifty thousand taels of gold, no one can avoid being frightened.
Partridge Qiao, the second-level killer of Feipeng Castle in the Western Regions, just after she appeared, a man walked out from the street corner, looked up at the height, then looked down at the people surrounding Li Luo, and pressed slightly
He pressed the brim of his hat to cover his smooth and round head. Linghe came just behind Partridge Qiao, but he didn't know whether he or she came for Li Luo or the fifty thousand taels of gold.
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Li Luo recognized the man who fell on the ground. He was the shopkeeper of the grocery store at the corner of the street where Li Luo had bought wine countless times. He was a middle-aged man with whom Li Luo had met several times.
"Is it him?" Li Luo asked.
Hua Pi glanced at it, nodded and said: "It's him, the Golden Light Sect Floating Light Leap Golden Body Technique, the moves used are also the secrets of the Jinguang Sect, the sixty-four way golden pen."
Li Luo looked at the middle-aged man who landed on the ground, and the middle-aged man was also looking at Li Luo. Different from Li Luo's slightly stunned and indifferent expression, the middle-aged man had a serious look on his face, and from time to time he would glance at the people on the wooden pole who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
The partridge is pretty.
"Did you kill Fan Li?"
The middle-aged man didn't answer, and Li Luo asked again: "Why did you kill him? Is it really what he said?"
The middle-aged man still didn't answer. There seemed to be a trace of regret in his eyes. Perhaps he was upset that he should not have ruined Fan Li's good deeds and ended up with his identity being exposed. He left Jinguangmen and lived in seclusion here for a reason. He didn't expect that it would happen.
Because of a moment of soft-heartedness, all the previous years of hard work and hard work in hiding from others were wasted.
"If that's the case, what's unspeakable about it?"
The middle-aged man groaned, but still didn't speak. Li Luo looked at Jiang Hanlian and asked, "Does Miss Jiang have any testimony?"
"No." Jiang Hanlian said coldly.
"With one-sided words, who wouldn't know how to make trouble for a dead person?" Huang Ruolan muttered.
Li Luo shook his head slightly and glanced at Huapi. A strange smile appeared on the corner of Huapi's mouth and he shouted: "Where is the disciple of Shenzhou today?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't know where he came from, let alone when he came. There were many more people here. These people were either ordinary people who wouldn't let anyone take a second look, or they were from the surrounding wilderness.
Just like grass, trees, bamboos and rocks, after that long drink, those ordinary people became extraordinary.