Chapter 517 The Real Murderer (VII)

Fang Shouming seemed calm and walked slowly on the bamboo forest path behind him, but gradually, his pace began to speed up.

The purpose of the hidden hand should be to collect evidence of his and his father's various violations of laws and disciplines and violations of sect rules. Of course, if outsiders dare to attack the disciples of Jingtianzhuang, they will try their best to protect them.

Just like this time, he sent a master of magic to investigate, and the hidden hand followed the source to find him.

"This is also logical. With this inference, my safety will not be a problem..."

A gleam of light flashed in Fang Shouming's eyes.

Since they want to collect evidence about him, it means that he will be fine for the time being.

At least before the evidence is conclusive, the hidden hand will not attack him.

After figuring this out, Fang Shouming was relieved.

After all, the strength of the hidden hand is a bit scary.

Before, he guessed that the hidden hand was probably only the strength of the seventh level of true skill, but now it seems that it is far more than that.

Silently, Zhao Laogou and Guixie were easily wiped out. At least he was a close-to-grandmaster inscribed martial artist.

And he, he couldn't even beat Chen Lingmo!

Facing this more terrifying and perverted existence, he was even less likely to be its opponent!

Then there was only one way...

That was, run!

As long as he ran fast enough, there would be no danger.

He had to go back as soon as possible, first use his connections, mobilize the elders to protect himself, and find out the identity of the hidden hand.

Then quickly notify his father Fang He, seize the position of the owner of the manor with thunder, crush, sweep and crush, and solve all the scoundrels.

Fang Shouming's speed was getting faster and faster. He ran quickly, and the dark green bamboo leaves passed by him at high speed on both sides, and the raging night wind was also whistling violently in his ears.

Finally, he came to the bamboo pavilion in the middle of the bamboo forest again.

Huh...

His pace also slowed down a little, and he took a deep breath of air, ready to rush out in one go.

He didn't plan to leave from the main gate, which was too obvious and too ostentatious, and it was very likely to arouse the suspicion of the hidden hand again.

Going through the bamboo forest and then over the wall is more secretive, faster and more convenient.

Fang Shouming stood here in the bamboo pavilion for a while and found that there was nothing unusual around him, so he relaxed a little.

He habitually reached for his waist, took out the folding fan, and prepared to fan himself.

It would be fine if he didn't move.

When he moved, his movements suddenly stagnated.

Where did the white folding fan go?

That folding fan was bought for him by his father at a high price. The landscape painting on it was also painted by a master, and there were also many famous artists nominated.

That was his favorite one among his many personal belongings, symbolizing his status and position...

Fang Shouming suspected that the folding fan might have fallen on the road because he ran too hastily just now.

But after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and rushed to the wall without stopping.

It was just a folding fan, and it would be lost if it was lost...

Snap!

A light sound came, and suddenly, a white folding fan appeared in front of him.

Fang Shouming was stunned and looked closely.

It was his precious folding fan, but at this time, there were some sticky water marks on the handle of the fan. I don’t know if it was blood or something else.

The sky was gloomy, the sky was dark, and the moonlight was dim and hairy. Nothing could be seen from a distance.

Fang Shouming’s thoughts turned quickly. He knew that something was wrong. He turned around and rushed to the other direction without hesitation.

But when he turned around, he found that there was a burly man in black behind him.

"Friend..."

Fang Shouming pretended to be calm and forced a smile.

"I just want to practice well and live a good life. Why, why, you must disturb me..." Han Yi sighed.

He had almost forgotten about Chen Lingmo.

As a result, he was resting well in the room at night, and suddenly the magic powder floated in.

He didn't know Gui Xie and Zhao Laogou at all.

At first, he just thought that someone in the magic world was looking for trouble for no reason, wanting to kill people and make money.

However, after checking the station, he found that most of the disciples were just unconscious, as if they were asleep, and their lives were not in danger. The room was in a mess, as if someone had turned over something, but no property was lost.

At this time, he realized that this was not an ordinary burglary.

After repeated questioning, he only got the address of Zhuyuan Yazhu.

After asking more, both of them died of vomiting blood. Obviously, there was a big secret hidden in it, which attracted Han Yi's attention.

So, he followed the clues and found this place, and unexpectedly found Fang Shouming at the door.

At that time, he just felt a little strange and didn't think much about it.

But then, he found Mandora, and found a white folding fan and half a black robe from her.

He didn't know Mandora, but he knew this folding fan.

Fang Shouming held it in his hand all day long, and it can be said that few people didn't know it.

And the half black robe was the remnant of the evidence destroyed after he seriously injured Chen Lingmo before.

Now that it appears here, the significance it represents can be imagined.

When he saw these two things, Han Yi instantly understood the whole story, and his dusty memories began to revive gradually.

This is investigating him!

He was almost found out!

"Sir, how much did Zhao Ziyang give you? I can give you double, no, three times! I can make the decision and give you five times!"

Fang Shouming looked at the tall figure slowly approaching him and offered high prices one after another.

pity......

"What Zhao Ziyang? It's me!"

Han Yi was unmoved. Most of his body was hidden in the shadows. Even where there was moonlight, it was only pitch black.

Fang Shouming could only feel Han Yi's eyes staring at him, emotionless, as sharp and cold as the tip of a knife.

Along with the gaze, there is also a deep and huge pressure, like a superior god looking indifferently at the lamb whose life can be taken away at will.

"Your Excellency, we have no grievances. I don't know anything about what you want to do. I can swear to God!"

Fang Shouming's mood has actually begun to collapse, and now he is completely in disarray.

Huge pressure and unabashed murderous intent, as if a big hand was grabbing his heart.

Only now did he realize that his thoughts seemed a little off.

This is not a secret plot set up by Zhao Ziyang at all, nor is it to collect any evidence, but...

But, I really want him to die!

"Swear..." Han Yi stood quietly, like an insurmountable tall sculpture.

"If the oath is useful, why do you need blood Gu?"

The secret in his heart was suddenly exposed, and Fang Shouming's psychological defense completely collapsed.

He screamed strangely and suddenly rushed towards the wall behind him.

The speed was so fast that even Han Yi couldn't help but be speechless.

Fang Shouming seemed to have unleashed some secret technique. Qi and blood surged all over his body, and a large number of blood vessels suddenly burst out.

The Yulong Tianhuo Fist he practiced was originally known for its explosive power. At this time, the speed of the burst of power was completely detonated, and a white trail was directly drawn in the air.

pity.

Snapped......

A big black and gray hand came first and grabbed Fang Shouming's ankle just as he narrowly escaped the wall.

In just the first stage of stimulating the pure Yang state, Han Yi showed speed and strength that far exceeded that of a sixth-level martial artist.

Fang Shouming's whole body was numb, and he opened his mouth to shout loudly, but it was too late. He never figured out until his death which disciple of the inner courtyard the murderer was.

There was only a dull thumping sound and a slight whimpering and clicking sound, and there was no more movement.

Here, it is a deep and secluded bamboo garden, and no one can hear it at all.

Not long after, Han Yi withdrew from his pure yang state, took some insoluble impurities left after using the corpse water, and quickly swept away into the distance.

This time, he fully learned the lesson from his imprudent behavior last time and treated all the corpses with corpse water. Even impurities, he was prepared to throw them everywhere without leaving any traces.

As a result, there was no body, no evidence, and even the witnesses were sent away under Fang Shouming's special instruction.

He doesn't believe it without any evidence, so others can still find clues.

As Han Yi's strength gradually improved, his way of dealing with people around him gradually began to change.

Especially not long ago, he had just been investigated and tested by Fang He, and he was already very angry.

When I met Ye Tianjun, because I was inside the city, it was not a remote place in the wild. During the day, there were many people around and many people coming and going.

At that time, he could only bear it temporarily, fearing to arouse Fang He's suspicion.

But now, far away from Jingtianzhuang, at night, with no informants around, Fang Shouming ended up bumping into the door himself.

It can only be said that Fang Shouming is indeed in bad luck.

Ever since Han Yi broke through the sixth level of the Heaven-Building Technique, even though his real skills were still at the fifth level, facing martial artists at the sixth and seventh levels of his true skills could be easily solved like killing chickens and cattle.

If he were to meet Chen Lingmo again, Han Yi was confident that he could take him down within three moves, saving him a lot of trouble in the future.

After everything was dealt with, he returned to Jingtianzhuang and rested as usual.

Inside the entire station, except where the elders live. Security in other places has long been withdrawn.

The disciple living in the house is still unconscious.

Han Yi followed suit and pretended not to know anything.

The death of a martial artist is not a big deal. But the key thing is that the person who died was Fang Shouming.

His identity was what Han Yi was afraid of.

If it weren't for Fang Shouming, Han Yi would have been almost found out.

Han Yi wouldn't do anything either. He was also forced to do so.

If someone knew that he was the one who severely injured Chen Lingmo, he would not be able to explain it clearly or explain it.

Moreover, the anger from Eagle Claw King Chen Ying was not something Han Yi could handle.

Therefore, Fang Shouming had no choice but to die, he had to die.

But, people died.

The most troublesome thing is the follow-up.