God of Nine Realms

Chapter 212 Identity Mystery Cloud ([-])

"The news of Su Jing's death may have spread throughout Western Chu, and a large number of warriors will flock here in the near future. We must hurry up." Ling Xiao leaned against the window in the room and said.

Murong Qing and Hu Feng nodded approvingly.

"Brother Hu, now that the two monsters have escaped, how can we catch them?" Murong Qing put down the teacup in his hand, looked up at Hu Feng who was sitting opposite him and asked.

"Why do you want to catch them?" Hu Feng smiled slightly.

"Huh? What does Brother Hu mean?" Murong Qing regained his energy immediately and sat up straight.

"A maid is a maid, even a demon can't change this fact. I suspect that the real mastermind is the master of these maids. They are the children of the owner of the Red Leaf Villa."

Murong Qing and Ling Xiao looked at each other, then nodded.

"Brother Hu's words are true. This Red Leaf Villa still needs to be investigated. Although the maid is a demon, she may not be the real murderer. Maybe she is just an accomplice who obeyed others' orders." Murong Qing said.

"It's not too late. While most of the warriors are chasing the two monsters, we might as well enter the Red Leaf Villa and continue to investigate." Ling Xiao suggested.

"Okay, then let's go!"

Inside the Red Leaf Villa, Hong Yanbo couldn't help sighing as he saw the broken walls and ruins everywhere in front of him.The eldest son Hong Qianlei couldn't help curling his lips when he saw his appearance.

"We don't need this little money. If it breaks down, we can just rebuild it!"

Hearing what he said, Hong Yanbo didn't even lose his temper.

"What do you know! This is the inheritance left by the ancestors! Can it be the same after rebuilding?"

"Humph!"

The eldest son snorted coldly and ignored him.

At this moment, Hu Feng and his party came here again.

"It's you!"

Hong Yanbo was very impressed with Hu Feng. This young man who had made a big splash just now was not only extremely intelligent, but also skilled in his hands.How much true energy is contained in that huge golden giant palm, even the old villa owner can't see through it.

"Old Master Hong, you're bothering me again."

"It's okay, do you have any advice?"

Hu Feng chuckled and said, "Can you find a secluded place and explain in detail slowly?"

Seeing Hu Feng like this, Old Manor Master Hong nodded.

"Everyone come with me."

Several people chatted while walking, but Hong Yanbo was preoccupied and had no interest in talking.

"This is Mr. Hong Qianlei, right?" Hu Feng smiled and greeted Hong Qianlei.

"That's right, I'm Hong Qianlei. This young master's surname is great? Seeing young master's demeanor today, he is unparalleled. I don't know where he came from?"

Hong Qianlei's reaction was beyond Hu Feng's expectation. He thought that he always had his eyes high above his head and his nostrils upturned, but he was very polite when we talked today.It seems to be a person with two styles of internal and external.

"In the lower Hu Ming River, a casual cultivator is not worth mentioning." Hu Feng clasped his fists and saluted, and announced his family name.

"Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Hu. You must have come here because of Su Jingzhi's death. Hey, this happened in my Red Leaf Villa. It is really helpless. There are monsters lurking beside me. I am really negligent of my duty." Hong Qianlei With a slight sigh, it seemed that he also gritted his teeth with hatred for the monster.

"My lord, in fact, we are not very clear about the specific cause of Su Jing's death. Can you explain it in detail?"

"That's fine, we should have explained it clearly."

It turned out that Su Jing, the young patriarch of Changchun Sect, was doted on by his father since he was a child. He seldom went down the mountain to practice, and he didn't know much about human relationships.Changchunzi always treated him too harshly, and over time, rebellion grew in Su Jing's heart.

Since he was a child, he had the wish to become a top alchemist, and this time Changchun Zi retreated to practice alchemy, so he sneaked out.The reason why I came to Ziyuan Mountain is because of the special geology of this mountain, and there are many unique spiritual herbs, which cannot be found anywhere else.

When Su Jing came to live in Hongye Mountain Villa for a few days, he had an accident while gathering medicine on the mountain, and was beheaded and decapitated.The trace of soul power left by Changchunzi in Su Jing's body sensed his son's death, and found that he died in Ziyuan Mountain.Immediately inform the Xia Dao Pavilion, thank you very much, and invite warriors from all over the world to investigate on your behalf.

"Then where is the corpse?" Murong Qing asked.

"Missing." Hong Qianlei frowned, and continued: "When we heard the news and rushed up the mountain, we saw a pool of blood on the ground, and Su Jing didn't leave a single thing with him."

The doubts in several people's hearts became more and more serious. There was no body, and they didn't know what kind of attack they died from.Even if those two monsters were found, there was no explanatory power.Changchunzong would not believe one-sided words, who knows whether Su Jing died of man-made or monster attack.

After walking this way, the owner's hall is almost approaching.At this moment, a figure fell to the ground next to a house in front of him with a thud.The woman behind hurried over and slowly helped him up.

"Sorry, I made you laugh." Hong Qianlei looked a little embarrassed.

Hu Feng recognized those two people, the man who fell to the ground was the second son Hong Qianqiu, and the woman was his wife Ge Tian'er.

"I wonder who these two are?" Murong Qing asked.

"This is my brother-in-law and my sister-in-law." Hong Qianlei said without saying anything.

At this time, the hall had already arrived, and Hong Yanbo also turned around.

"Guests, let's talk inside. Qianlei, you should go back first."

"Hmph, I see. You keep everything from me, and I can't figure out what you want to do."

Hong Qianlei said angrily, turned and left.Hu Feng and the others followed Hong Yanbo into the living room.

"Hey, my eldest son is arrogant by nature, and it's the same with my biological father. He never speaks politely." After entering the living room, Hong Yanbo began to talk after the host and guest were seated.

"Oh, the eldest son has always been like this?"

Hong Yanbo sighed softly, and said: "I also know the purpose of everyone's visit, especially this young man Hu, who is talented and intelligent, and has good fortune-telling skills. He must have suspected my blood relatives when he came to see me this time."

Hu Feng smiled slightly and did not refute.

"The old owner is the one who predicts things like a god. I can't wait to have doubts and just want to find an explanation."

Hong Yanbo caressed the big hardwood chair with his right hand, as if he was in deep thought. After a while, he spoke again and told everything.

"For those who want to know more, I will explain them one by one."

"Thank you, Old Master Hong!"

"My eldest son has been obsessed with the art of casting since he was a child. He once went out to study and wanted to learn some good smelting recipes. For his hobbies, the old man has always supported him. Prospecting on Yuanshan, he led people to search for a long time, and he really found it. Although it was just an ordinary iron ore, he was still very excited. He also said that there are better mines underground, and ten long-term workers were there to dig there day and night .In addition to being bored at home studying casting techniques, Qianlei also occasionally went up the mountain to the mine to see the mining progress. On the day Su Jing died, he happened to enter the mine in the mountain."

"I didn't expect that the Eldest Young Master would know how to cast. I don't know where he came from?" Murong Qing asked curiously.

(End of this chapter)