Lord of the Desert

Chapter 53 Design
"Since you have taken the things, let's go to check out."

Hong Fan didn't bother to talk, he only spoke to E Ming.

Fang Zhiwu was furious at this gesture.

"Your Excellency, don't you take me seriously?"

he questioned.

【you guessed right. 】

Hong Fan sneered in his heart.

From the observation of the other party's physical movements, he could see that it was probably the superficial cultivation of the inner vision.

Whether it should be said or not, there is really nothing to look at.

Seeing that the two big customers were about to quarrel, the two waitresses were visibly nervous.

"You two young masters, don't want to hurt your peace. Our Jiaotong Hall has more than just a top-grade living qi pill. Why don't we go to the elegant room in the back hall to discuss slowly?"

The beautiful woman gave advice.

"I'll let someone prepare the best tea in the hall!"

E Ming immediately agreed.

"Never mind."

Fang Zhiwu listened to the maid's soft words, and remembered the surname of this handsome young man, and slightly suppressed his anger.

Then he walked to the back hall on his own.

Hong Fan at the front received the apology from the two maids, thinking that one more thing is worse than one less thing, and the "more than one kind of top grade" just mentioned by the beauty, and finally complied with their request.

In the back hall, through the elegant corridor of carved beams, Hong Fan walked towards the elegant room at the end with his hands behind his back.

Generally speaking, only distinguished guests can come in here, so the decoration is more luxurious than the previous one.

But I don't know why Hong Fan always has something wrong in his heart.

As he took a step, he quickly flashed through all the things after entering the traffic hall in his mind, and soon realized the problem.

[When I entered the door, I was asked by E Ming and Jiaren to unlock the horizontal knife, but why is Fang Zhiwu still equipped with the sword? 】

Thinking of this, Hong Fan, who just reached out to lift the bead curtain, immediately stopped.

At the same time, Dragon Soul Tree suddenly responded.

The branches are fluttering, and the golden light is overflowing, pointing in the direction of the elegant room.

This was the feeling he had encountered when he returned to Jinhai City a month ago.

[Someone sneaked into the room, probably one of the two people inside the city gate! 】

Hong Fan was so impressed that he immediately suppressed his curiosity and wanted to turn around and leave the elegant room.

But it was too late.

"what are you doing?!"

Behind the porch screen, Fang Zhiwu's exclamation sounded, and then was suppressed by the sound of a sharp weapon breaking his body.

The voices stopped abruptly.

Sporadic blood spots were splashed on the back of the screen, slowly fading away.

The beads are swaying, and the fishy smell is tangy.

The hairs on Hong Fan's body stood on end.

Behind him, E Ming and Jiaren were heard screaming from around the corner.

The tea tray fell like a whip.

The Dragon Soul Tree's sense quickly disappeared.

[Is it coming for me? ! 】

Hong Fan took a step back to get his breath ready, dust coiled between his five fingers.

In just a few breaths, nearly ten warrior guards with swords in hand have rushed from the front of the hall, and their surprised eyes fell on the three people in the corridor.

"Someone just did something in the elegant room, and it is very likely that someone died!"

Hong Fan scattered the wind and sand around his legs, pointed to the end of the corridor, and said in a deep voice.

The leading guard nodded, drew his sword out of its sheath, and pushed inward over the three of them.

Not surprisingly, there was only Fang Zhiwu's body lying on the chair and blood all over the room, and no one else in the room.

[Fang Zhiwu's enemies seek revenge? 】

Hong Fan guessed silently until he half-passed the screen and saw the high-temperature horizontal knife piercing through the deceased's heart and the scorched fabric on the wound.

It was his own "Wang Bu Liu Xing".

Murderous aura suddenly startled.

"After I get started, I will untie the knife at your request."

Hong Fan turned his head and face abruptly, stepped towards the door, his eyes pierced E Ming's pale face like a sharp sword.

All the guards looked over.

"Mr. Hong, don't be joking. The traffic hall is full of warriors. Where was there any rule about untying swords?"

The waitress' answer was light and empty, but it echoed in Hong Fan's ears like thunder.

"And before we came here, there were obviously only you and Fang Shaodong here..."

In an instant, the vigilance of the guards was raised to the highest level, and the tip of the blade pointed faintly at Hong Fan.

When the atmosphere was extremely stiff, the latter took the initiative to dissipate his true energy.

"This matter was designed by someone."

Hong Fan relaxed his posture, suddenly let out a smile, and looked at the leader of the guards.

"My surname is Hong and my name is Fan. The patriarch of the Hong clan, Hong Jian, is my father; the deceased should be Fang Zhiwu, the Shaodong of the Fang family."

"If my Hong family wants to move other Fang's family, why use a knife?"

As soon as these words came out, not only the guards were all awe-inspiring, but the two maids were also sweating profusely.

Who doesn't know the name of the number one expert in Jinhai?
"I will stay here and let you guard me, but you must send three people to report immediately."

He walked into the elegant room, picked up a clean chair and placed it in the center, sitting next to the dead body with the big horse and golden knife.

"No.1 goes to the city guard's mansion and reports to the city guard, please arrest him quickly."

"The second person and the third person went to Hong's house and Fang's house respectively, and told them about everything here."

"Go!"

The saber was stuck in the corpse, and the blood was steaming in the elegant room.

Hong Fan, as the first and only suspect, sat down at this moment, but it was like a needle pinning the sea, instantly calming down the atmosphere.

Even the guards who were shocked by the sudden incident calmed down.

"My lord, Wei Ying, is the leader of the traffic hall guards."

The leader of the guard put the long sword back into its sheath, gave Hong Fan a little bow, and then turned to look at his subordinates.

"Just like Mr. Hong said, you and the three of you should report to each other, and I will lead someone to guard here."

Soon, the people from the nearest city guard mansion arrived.

There were a total of six yamen servants who came, and the two leaders were both Guantongjing.

After confirming the visitor's badge, Wei Ying was obviously relieved, while Hong Fan stood up to greet him.

It was as calm as if he had been chopped down.

"My lord, Tian Liu, is Mr. Hong Fan under your feet?"

The guards were lined up, and the goatee policeman who was walking in the front quickly came up and asked.

"it's me."

Hong Fan nodded in reply, and then asked a question deliberately.

"Is my uncle Hong Wu here?"

"Lord Hong happened to be away from the yamen, but we have already sent someone to report."

Tian Liu replied, after looking around the scene, he signaled the guards to go outside and not crowd here.

Silence enveloped the elegant room again.

At this time, a young policeman carrying a chain cast a questioning look at Senior.

He was asking whether to restrain the suspect first according to the procedure, or even fix the acupoints.

Tian Liu returned a reproachful look of "you're out of your mind".

The police began to inspect the scene.

Hong Fan took a chance and walked to Tian Liu's side.

"I didn't kill this person, and I didn't know each other before today. Someone should have designed it."

He said in a low voice, took out a hundred taels of silver bill from his pocket, and handed it over.

"Human life is involved, but Hong Fan is required to cooperate fully, but there is something that requires adults to help!"

Such a windfall made Tian Liu obviously struggling, but he finally refused.

"If it's someone else, the younger ones are welcome."

He smiled wryly, his words were difficult and sincere.

"But the young master is the nephew of Hong Chengpan. I rely on the Chengpan to take care of me on weekdays. I can't accept this money no matter what!"

Hearing his words, Hong Fan let go of his three-point vigilance instead—Tian Liu has this concern, but he still wants to work under Hong Wu, so he won't be an accomplice of the designer.

"That being the case, I will entrust the matter to my lord."

Hong Fan said.

"Don't dare to be honored as a son."

Tian six times.

"Please go to Hong's house and tell my maid, Mrs. Liu, to take the article I wrote a few days ago and submit it to Master Qizuo immediately."

Hong Fan stated quickly and clearly.

Tian Liu memorized the words first, and then repeatedly confirmed several important points such as "Liu's family", "newly written articles a few days ago", and "master craftsman who supervises and hears the craftsman", and then focused on his head.

"You 'protect' Mr. Hong, I will go to the Hong residence myself."

"If something happened here and I haven't returned yet, you should bring the remains of Mr. Hong and Mr. Fang back to the Yamen first."

Tian Liu instructed, bowed his hands to Hong Fan, and left quickly.

PS: Several readers have posted in the past two days, saying that the abilities mentioned in the introduction have not yet appeared.

That’s right, when I’m writing a book, I’m particularly afraid of the collapse of combat power, and I don’t like to change the map cover, so in order to avoid the expansion of combat power and the trivialization of the world view, the control of the protagonist’s ability will be stricter, so as to be gradual.

Veteran readers of the Final Apostle will be more clear about this aspect-who are the strongest in the early stage, and some hidden masters will not emerge to surpass them in the later stage.

Please be patient, the pace of this book is relatively tight.

(End of this chapter)