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Chapter 64 Aftermath

Yaowang Valley Trading Company, secret room.

Li Ji suddenly opened his eyes and took out a soul card.

The white jade was broken into three pieces, and the wisp of soul power contained within it gradually dissipated like rootless duckweed.

Li Ji's pupils shrank, a ray of energy leaked out, and the tables and chairs in the practice room were shattered on the floor.

The terrifying aura was blocked by the formation, causing ripples of energy.

"Who killed my disciple?"

Before the words were spoken, the person had disappeared.

In the teahouse, Li Ji appeared out of thin air. When he saw clearly the tragic death of Zhao Yuan, the anger in his heart could not be suppressed, and the terrifying aura directly lifted the roof of the teahouse.

The old slave also had the foundation-building Dzogchen cultivation level, but was suppressed by Li Ji's breath and fell to the ground, trembling all over and whimpering from his throat.

The rest of the guests were even worse.

Either they were blown away by this terrifying aura, or they fell to the ground screaming, a scene of disaster.

"Who did this useless thing?"

Li Ji restrained his breath and glanced at the teahouse.

He raised his hand and grabbed a ball of green air, which was filled with a strong breath of life, and penetrated it into the injured person's body. Then he looked at the old slave, with a cold light in his eyes.

"Yes...it's Tianluozhong"

"you sure?"

Li Ji frowned slightly, a little disbelieving.

"You can't be wrong, that man introduced himself as Zhao Qi. He said he was..."

Li Ji waved his hand to set up a sound isolation formation. After the old slave finished speaking, he closed his eyes and his right hand trembled slightly.

He knelt down and carefully inspected Zhao Yuan's wound. He waved his hand to collect the blood left by Ning Yi when he escaped. A sky-blue beetle appeared in his right hand.

It is about the size of a fingertip, and has two long tentacles on the top of its head.

The beetle got into the blood, flew out after a few breaths, turned around in the air, and suddenly flew in one direction.

Li Ji took a step forward and followed Beetle out of the teahouse.

"Fellow Daoist Yang."

"My condolences to fellow Taoist Li."

The visitor was a middle-aged man, wearing a dark red official robe and a red python belt with black and gold patterns around his waist. "The murderer dares to commit murder at the feet of the Emperor. The Immortal-Suppressing Division has the unshirkable responsibility. I hope Fellow Daoist Li will not mind."

"Let's get together."

Li Ji's eyes twitched a few times, nodded, and quickly chased after the beetle.

After a while, the beetle came to Jingshanfang and flew into a small courtyard.

When two Nascent Soul realm monks entered the small courtyard, they saw beetles flying up and down around a four or five-year-old boy.

The little man was so happy to see the hunting spirit that he jumped up excitedly and chased the beetle in an attempt to catch it.

Suddenly seeing two strange men, the boy exclaimed, turned around and ran to the back room, shouting: "Aniang, Aniang."

The woman ran out with a knitting needle in her hand and looked at the two of them warily.

The little boy got behind his mother, hugged his legs and stuck his head out, looking at the two of them curiously. Then his attention was diverted by the beetle that landed on Li Ji.

"Who are you two?"

"your child."

Li Ji's eyes were cold and cold. Although he held back his breath, the invisible pressure still made the woman tremble. She felt endless fear in her heart and couldn't help but reply: "He was born to a commoner's wife."

"Where is your husband?"

"I said I was going out on business and it would take a few days to come back."

"what is his name?"

"Xu He."

"what for?"

"A civilian woman doesn't know."

The woman saw that Li Ji was vicious and was afraid of offending him, so she quickly added: "He has a very fierce temper. He won't tell or ask questions. He is quite mysterious at ordinary times. Oh, when I went out to do errands a few days ago, I gave a thousand dollars to a civilian woman."

Two silver coins. I have never been given so much money before when I went out."

Li Ji slowly withdrew his gaze, and the veins on his forehead jumped.

"This pulse-seeking blue pattern can detect a radius of more than fifty miles. It seems that the murderer has escaped from Chang'an City."

The monk surnamed Yang stared at Li Ji and asked, "Fellow Daoist Li, do you have any other clues?"

Li Ji nodded, closed his eyes for a moment, suddenly opened his eyes, and disappeared in a flash.

After a few breaths, the two came to an alley.

With a grab in the air, a storage ring flew out from the smelly ditch on the roadside.

Li Ji took a look, his face as gloomy as water.

The monk surnamed Yang's eyes twitched and he opened his mouth to ask, but he heard Li Ji sigh, turn around and cup his hands towards him, "Fellow Daoist Yang, the thief is cunning and the clues have been cut off. Please follow the clues to find the murderer as soon as possible.

To avenge my disciple who died tragically. Pindao is in a bad mood today and has to deal with his funeral affairs, so he will not accompany his fellow Taoist."

"You should do your best, please do it yourself."

Li Ji left in a flash, returned to the teahouse, took Zhao Yuan's body and returned it to Yaowang Valley Trading Company.

…………

That night, fifteen shops in Chang'an City were destroyed, and all the monks in the shops were killed with one blow.

On the wall of the main hall, four big characters were written in blood: "Hand over the Seventh Demon."

In a large hall, an old man in black was lying on the ground, his body trembling slightly.

In the front of the main hall, four people were sitting side by side.

They were wearing black cloaks and black ghost masks on their faces. They looked hideous and terrifying, like living creatures.

"Sir, this is what happened."

The old man in black told the story of Zha Qi's anomaly. He dared not hide anything in front of four Nascent Soul Realm great monks.

"So, he really did it."

"There should be no difference. At that time, Li Ji used the 'Pulse Seeking Blue Pattern' to trace the bloodline of Ying Qi. Yang Gao from the Zhenxian Division accompanied him, and two Nascent Soul Realm people were present. I can't believe it."

"Haha... interesting. It has been more than three hundred years since our brothers founded Tianluozhong. This is the first time something like this has happened."

"Seize Zha Qi. I will pry open his head myself to see if his structure is different from ordinary people."

Each of the four people said one sentence, which basically set the tone for this matter.

After a moment of silence, one person said: "We are in the wrong for this matter. Ligenas will not let it go after his apprentice dies. Although we are not afraid of him, we are open to business after all. If he keeps making trouble, the impact will be bad."

"Talk to him."

"If you shed some blood, please pay some compensation."

"Issue a reward order to the brothers in the underworld. Anyone who captures the seven demons alive will get a high-grade magical artifact. Anyone who delivers the head will get a medium-grade magical artifact. Anyone who provides information will get a low-grade magical artifact."

…………

In the backyard of Yaowanggu Trading Company, white flags fluttered and a gloomy wind blew.

In the large mourning hall, the old slave was sitting in front of the brazier, filling it with paper and murmuring to himself: "Young Master, this old slave is incompetent and failed to protect you. I have failed my mistress on her deathbed. Old slave

This despicable life was saved by the mistress, otherwise he would have died in the pot of hungry people decades ago.

You are impatient and can't bear to be angry at all.

But without the care of the mistress, we can only live in silence. Now that you are gone, the old slave doesn't want to live anymore. Since we are going to die, we can't let go of those who bully us."

The old slave muttered in the middle of the night, got up, left the Yaowang Valley Trading Company, and disappeared into the dark night.

In the secret room, Li Ji suddenly opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on the small courtyard through numerous formations.

There, there was another person, wearing a black cloak and a ghost face mask.

"Monster, who are you?"

"It's not important. I came here tonight to talk to fellow Daoist Li about how to deal with the aftermath."


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