Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 356 Hands [2]

A young man in his early 20s came out.

He was wearing an improved blue gown similar to the one from the Republic of China period.

The young man's appearance was not outstanding, he could even be said to be ordinary, the kind that would not stand out among the crowd.

But he has a cold temperament, like a sword like a knife.

Lonely cold and fierce.

Like a vertical cliff, when those eyes look directly at others, people can't help but want to back away.

East Nine.

A direct disciple of Ling Xuzi, the second elder of the Dao League.

He was an orphan, and after Lingxuzi took him out of the orphanage, he joined the Taoist League.

Dongfang Jiu is the most talented among the younger generation of Taoist disciples.

At only 23 years old, his cultivation has already reached the height of the sixth realm of martial arts.

Dongfang Jiuyi appeared, and the chaotic situation in the courtyard suddenly became quiet.

Dongfang Jiu glanced at the ground, and his gaze swept around Zhou Fanghe who was lying on his side.

Seeing his senior brother dying tragically in a pool of blood, his expression didn't change much.

Just take a cold step forward, right index finger, middle finger close together.

He breathed under Zhou Fanghe's nose, and then touched his veins.

Immediately, he checked Zhou Fanghe carefully.

"There's no need to call a doctor."

"Senior Brother Zhou is dead."

Dongfang Nine: "Come a team, clean up Master Zhou's body, and put it in the courtyard on the west side first."

"Yes, uncle."

"Where are the disciples who went out with Senior Brother Zhou?"

Dongfang Nine didn't say a word of nonsense, just turned around and walked towards the yard.

"follow me."

The six disciples in the crowd looked at each other anxiously and took a deep breath.

Following behind Dongfang Jiu, he entered the elder's private courtyard.

"Uncle Lingkong, master."

Dongfang Nine completely narrated what happened just now in a rather calm tone.

He used short words, not a word of superfluous nonsense.

After speaking, he stepped aside.

Ling Kongzi, the chief elder of the Taoist League, was nearly ninety years old, and old dimples covered his face vertically and horizontally.

The hair has turned gray.

Those eyes were also half-closed, and the eyes were full of vicissitudes.

Looks like a very old man.

The Great Elder was sitting at the stone table, holding a freshly made Longjing tea in his hand.

The curling tea mist rises slowly, hotting people's eyes.

The Great Elder held the teacup gently and took a sip with a calm expression.

A faint coldness slowly welled up in his eyes.

"Didn't the specific cause of death be found out?"

Dongfang Jiu stood there coldly, not answering the elder's words.

That's his temperament, he never answers questions that don't need to be answered.

The Great Elder was also very clear, so he turned his gaze to the anxious disciples on the other side.

The tone was gentle and authentic: "You all went out with Fang He. I think only you know what happened to him."

Several disciples were silent for a long time, and the disciple at the front took a step forward and said with a disturbed expression.

"We followed Elder Zhou to Yin's residence, but the elder only asked us to wait at the door."

"We waited for about 10 minutes, and Elder Zhou came out of it."

"When the elder came out, his expression was very ugly, as if he was angry with something."

While thinking about it, the disciple finished the next thing with a slow speaking speed.

"The road was also very calm, nothing happened."

(End of this chapter)