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In Fufengmu's house, in the spacious Guisi hall, one person is sitting at a desk among the books, carefully calculating all kinds of trivial expenses in everyone's fairy mansion.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Mu Xi raised her head, faded the tired look on her face, and smiled softly: "A Yin."

Mu Yin agreed, and walked into the hall with a solemn expression.

Mu Xi put aside the affairs in hand, walked to the side of the table, and chatted with her sister for a while.

"Cousin, the time for closing the case that the Immortal Master said is approaching, why is there no specific statement from the witness?"

Mu Yin didn't say anything else, just said that she was worried.

After a brief pause, Mu Xi quickly sorted out her thoughts, and began to speak eloquently.

"I also hinted at this matter with Jing Yao at the beginning, but at that time he said that Dao Feizi's apprentice was injured and shouldn't be too much stimulated, so he put it off for a while."

When Mu Yin heard this, she frowned lightly, but didn't say much, thinking it was reasonable.

Then Mu Xi continued: "But later, I tested his tone by taking advantage of the delivery of the plaster, but the final result was not satisfactory. Presumably he didn't tell the whole story of his death."

"Why did he do this?"

"I don't know. Maybe she is delicate and frail, and a small injury can be used as capital for nonsense."

When Mu Xi said this, she couldn't hide the anger in her tone.

Mu Yin's eyes suddenly became severe, and she patted the table in disbelief: "What? He just hurt his back, not his brain! Why would you use such a lame excuse to deliberately evade it?"

"When I went to test it out, he just complained and had a headache. Just now, someone came over to report that he fell into the water the night before, and caught a cold by accident, and now he doesn't even want to go out."

Seeing the helplessness in her elder brother's tone, Mu Yin frowned even deeper, it's okay not to ask, but when she asked anything, she became angry.

"It's unreasonable! This person is a rogue who thinks Brother Zhunyun is soft-hearted and turns around!"

Mu Xi sighed, took the lead to calm down, and said with relief: "Ayin, don't be in a hurry. There are still seven days left. I will visit the guest's residence more in the next few days, and I should be able to get more useful information. It is exhausting for Yao to return to Jiugai Mountain to handle government affairs this month, so you should stop urging him too much on this matter."

"I know. Brother Yun handles things in his own way. I won't interfere too much."

Mu Yin nodded compromisingly, but still felt unhappy: "I'm just worried about his soft heart, he is only willing to wrong himself and help others in everything. I really don't want to be reconciled to him."

Hearing this, Mu Xi pondered, and suddenly remembered the interest in Mu Yun's eyes when he talked about that person with Mu Yun one day, which was extremely real.

For a moment, he couldn't help asking: "You are not him, how do you know whether you are wronged or not?"

"I……"

"Okay. Everyone has their own business. There are a few more account books at home today. You should go down and check them."

Unintentionally going further, Mu Xi cut off Mu Yin's rebuttal, and the two left peacefully.

……

And in another quiet courtyard, there was a slight coughing sound.

When Shen Jishu learned that Qi Zhong fell into the water and fell ill, he came to visit him specially.

As soon as he entered the door, he was wrapped in a thick quilt, curled up on the bed, and sneezed violently.

"Ah please—"

Seeing this, Shen Jishu laughed, and quickly handed him a handkerchief to wipe his nose.

On the one hand, he still did not forget to joke: "Hey, brother Qi, what's wrong with you? You were fine the night before, why are you curled up on the bed like a plague chicken today?"

Qi Zhong rolled his eyes at him: "You kid is looking for a fight, right?"

"Pfft haha... You just want to fight now, but you don't have the strength to do so." Ji Shu couldn't help laughing when he saw his red nose.

Qi finally sniffed his nose, and thought: At that time, he should have listened to Mu Yun's words, drank the ginger soup for a day, and maybe he can still dance vigorously now.

"By the way, how did you fall into the water? I heard from them that it was Mr. Mu San who picked you up..."

"..." Qi finally closed his eyes patiently, not wanting to say more.

Shen Jishu didn't feel the sudden change in the atmosphere, and was still curious: "Hey, brother Qi. Do you think the third son will laugh at you behind your back! How big is he, and he went to the lake to play in the water like a child, but he fell in the end "No, it's funny to think about it."

Qi Zhong snorted and chuckled: "It's funny, isn't it?"

"...Well. Actually, it's not that funny."

Looking back, Shen Jishu was really taken aback by his ferocious expression, and his feet involuntarily took a few steps back.

"Uh, brother Qi. I still have something to do. You slowly recover from illness. I'll take care of the house first..."

After saying his farewell incoherently, Ji Shu walked to the door and ran away, afraid that if he was a step too late, the soles of his shoes would fly out.

Qi Zhong sighed angrily, and said in his heart: I will clean up you when I get better.

The room was quiet, and he leaned against the head of the bed. As soon as he settled down to rest, the moment he closed his eyes, the clever words flew towards his eyes like mosquitoes and moths.

Qi Zhong frowned and couldn't bear to open his eyes.

In the past few days, he has been annoyed by the interruptions. After using two low-level illusions, the contents of these ancient books seemed to have taken root in his heart. They were extremely familiar and slightly repulsive.

After pondering for a while, he vaguely felt that the restlessness in his heart might come from the broken chapters of the book.

Without a complete grasp of this system, it will not be perfect after all, but where can he find the fragments of this book.

It's impossible to ask that person directly, the meaning of plot is too strong, it will make people feel disgusted.

Thinking about it, Qi finally knocked on the bed board, suddenly thought of something, and a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes.

×

Outside the Jingxin Ancient Road, under a remote mountain gorge, a raging fire was burning, and the smoke and dust drifting in the wind still carried a strong smell of blood.

On the Gudao mountain gorge, the century-old Wu Gu family Wen's family was brutally chased and killed on this night.

But at this moment, the dark clouds were sinking, and after the culprit slaughtered all the people in the clan, they all flocked to a remote courtyard.

Wen Yuan, the patriarch of the Wen clan, guarded his wife and children behind him, and looked up coldly at the bright red on the opposite courtyard wall, standing proudly in the firelight.

Seeing the woman in red holding her head proudly, thousands of red threads suddenly opened from behind her, like iron hooks, hitting the ground directly, paving a bright red downhill silk road.

"You, who are you?"

Wen Yuan yelled, knowing that the murderous intent had been revealed.

Fang Yanxiao didn't sign up as decisively as before, instead she got tired for a moment, and said helplessly, "Linglongxin."

"Ah! It's Linglongxin..."

"It's that female devil who kills without batting an eye!"

"It's over, it's over, we're dead."

……

After hearing this plain reply, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled in the hospital all changed their expressions, panicked and cried helplessly.

The wind lifted the red gauze she covered her face with, and the red thread was hesitantly entangled in her hands.

Fang Yanxiao yelled coldly: "Hand over Tai Sui Gu. Spare you not to die."

As soon as these words came out, the ignorant women and children felt hopeful.

But Wen Yuan frowned seriously, obviously not believing it: I have heard that she kills people without blinking an eye, and no one will be left alive wherever she goes, and even if there is, she will definitely be seriously injured until she dies...

When Yanluo heard this, she was quite surprised: When did Fang Yanxiao become so merciful?I can't teach her to wish.

"Father, mother. I'm afraid..."

A little boy trembled in terror behind him.

Wen Yuan turned around helplessly, comforting his wife, children and clansmen: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

"Can you pay?" Fang Yanxiao asked coldly again, and cut a red thread, uprooted a flower tree in the courtyard, and collapsed on the ground in the firelight, burning with a rich fragrance of flowers.

"Hmph." Wen Yuan snorted coldly, looked at the monster soldiers who were filled with fear, and held up the treasure box in his hand helplessly.

"Tai Sui Gu is here. If you have the ability, you can pick it up yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately opened the brocade box, and in an instant, a dazzling golden light rushed towards the eyes of everyone like overwhelming mountains and seas.

Seeing that the golden light had the power to burn the eyes, Fang Yanxiao repeatedly turned the red silk in her sleeves to cover her eyes, twisting and circling in layers, minimizing the attack of the light.

The life-protecting light emitted by the frightened golden silkworm is unstoppable, and wherever it goes, blood is spilled all over the place.

The thousands of demon soldiers standing on the wall were all scattered by the bright light in an instant, and their souls flew out.

And the Wen clan lived in symbiosis with this golden silkworm, so they are not afraid of this light at all.Seeing that the enemy's line of defense was defeated, Wen Yuan made a decisive decision and organized his clansmen to flee quickly.

At this moment, Fang Yanxiao lost her patience, twisted the red silk into a ball, desperately threw it to the brocade box in the air, and hit it with one blow.

The golden silkworm fell to the ground and passed out, and the golden light suddenly faded.

But Wen Yuan and his colleagues had already lost their chance, so they fled to the gate of the courtyard, but were blocked again and again.

Seeing that the opponent's hole cards have been played, there is no possibility of resistance.Yanluo secretly delighted, she rushed to the front of Fang Yanxiao, landed in the courtyard first, picked up the golden silkworm, put it into the brocade box, and held it tightly in her hand.

Fang Yanxiao gave her a disdainful glance, didn't say much, waved her hand, and ordered: "Get out."

The demon soldiers listened to the order, and kept surging and scattered. Finally, a light appeared at the gate of the courtyard that was originally blocked.

Wen Yuan and the others were surprised when they saw this scene, and then fled in silence.

Seeing this, Yanluo's eyes showed fierceness, and she shouted, calling back the demon soldiers who had not completely retreated: "The gods ordered, no one will be left alive! Kill them all!"

Hearing this, Fang Yanxiao turned around angrily, and threatened: "Stop!"

But it was still a step too late, and under the leadership of the sword that pierced Wen Yuan's heart, the monster soldiers on the four walls also smelled blood and killed, splashing blood on the white wall again.

There was only one little boy left in the courtyard, crying helplessly and desperately.

Fang Yanxiao was so angry that her sleeves trembled, stepped on the silk thread, and landed lightly in the middle of the courtyard, glaring at Yanluo angrily: "How dare you...uh."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a dull pain in the palm of his right hand.Fang Yanxiao frowned, and when she looked down, it was the little boy just now who had swooped over, grabbed her hand and bit her tightly.

Crying about their numerous crimes: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo”

"Uh……"

At that moment, Fang Yanxiao suddenly forgot the pain in her palm and felt sore in her heart.

When her family was attacked and killed, she was so helpless and desperate.

She has been a killer for so many years, she has never killed the old, the weak, women and children, let alone any family, because this pain is unforgettable, and she can empathize with it at any time.

While she was in a daze, the pain in her hands suddenly disappeared. When Fang Yanxiao regained her senses, the little boy's body had been separated and he was lying in a pool of blood.

And the person who killed him was smiling triumphantly at himself: "Master Fang Yue, are you okay? This little bastard can really bite, your hands are bleeding..."

"..."

Fang Yanxiao ignored the blood dripping from her fingertips, but stared straight into Yanluo's eyes, and approached her step by step.

Yanluo was terrified, took a few steps back, and called out cautiously: "Fang, Fang Yueshi, I..."

Seeing the murderous intent rising and falling in her calm eyes, Yanluo regretted her miscalculation again, knelt down, and respectfully offered the brocade box: "Fang Yueshi, Tai, Tai Sui Gu."

The air was scorched by countless fireworks.

Fang Yanxiao sighed wearily, twitched the red silk, took back the brocade box, and said coldly, "Get lost."

"Yes Yes."

Yanluo wiped off her sweat, and led a group of demon soldiers to retreat hastily.

At this moment, the world is quiet only the whistling night wind. In such a depressing blood, Fang Yanxiao feels that the eyes of thousands of dead souls around her are judging her.

Reluctantly closing her eyes, she was about to turn around and leave.

But there was a sudden palm force in front of her, which hit her shoulder unexpectedly, and her right hand, which was already bitten, was injured at this moment, and it was already numb.

She stared at the person coming, but was so shocked that she lost her voice.

The person dressed in white walked towards her step by step, stepping on the wet blood-stained corpse on the ground, her gaze fell on the corpse of the little boy behind her.

He only heard him drink coldly: "Vicious!"