"We checked everyone in the Lin family, including the Lin family, including the servants and nurses, including the maids, etc... The total number is 2,452 people."

"Among them are members of the Lin family, including wives and children... four hundred and sixty people."

"But we investigated the number of servants purchased by the Lin family in the past ten years, and found that the number reached 13,000."

"This number is far from enough? Could it be that they bought the servants back and then killed them before buying them again? Doesn't this make sense?"

"Moreover, the Lin family does not have any other properties. They only have a casino, three restaurants, two silk and satin shops, two salt shops, and a low-level spiritual jade mine."

"But adding all of these people together is not enough for 10,000 people. Moreover, the people in these places are at least thirty or forty years old, and they are even more incompatible with the children and servants who were bought here."

"Furthermore, the Lin family has very high requirements for buying servants. They don't necessarily have to be geniuses, but they must have martial arts qualifications. Even if they are low-grade or low-grade, they are acceptable, but they are completely ordinary people, no matter how good-looking they are!"

"But I have observed that many of their ordinary servants, maids, etc. have no martial arts qualifications! Even if they are a little bit qualified, from a distance, they only look like seventy or eighty..."

Yu Zhongge's face was heavy: "In that case, where are the children with martial arts qualifications that we bought? This is not a small number, but thirteen thousand people!"

"That's all in ten years. The Lin family has no tunnel leading to the outside, let alone sending these children out. So where did these children go?"

Xue Wanren said on the side: "There is a deep well in the backyard of the Lin family. The wellhead is about six feet wide, which is quite large. But the Lin family never uses the water from this well."

"I used my spiritual energy to detect it. There is still a space under this deep well. But I don't know what this space is used for. I was afraid of alerting others, so I didn't go down to check."

Fang Che's brows furrowed tightly.

Suddenly asked: "What about the smell? Is there any other smell? For example, a bad smell? A fishy smell?"

So ask.

Yu Zhongge and others immediately frowned and thought hard.

Jing Shuanggao said silently: "The air above the Lin family has a faint fishy smell and a faint stench, but it is not obvious."

A guess in Fang Che's mind became more and more obvious. The name of a magic skill in the Solipsism sect vaguely emerged.

Ready to come out.

He raised his head and murmured to himself: "The Lin family's young master is a little over eleven years old. He started taking in children ten years ago... At that time, the Lin family's young master was a little over one year old..."

"In the past ten years, the Lin family has bought 13,000 children into the mansion..."

"The young master of the Lin family, Lin Ao, came out of the restaurant and saw the little girl. He rushed over and bit her throat..."

"The body of the child that Ju Xiushui wanted to help was found in the river. His throat was bitten into pieces and his internal organs were smashed... But why was this one in the river?"

Fang Che thought hard.

Feng Xiangdong's eyes suddenly brightened and he said: "According to my family's records, many years ago, there was an ancestor of the Blood Demon in our orthodox sect, who practiced the divine skill of picking the sky; and on our side as guardians, we call it the blood evil ancestor.

Demon-shaking skill."

"It is said that only people with congenital deficiencies can practice the Blood Demonic Art, because only those with congenital deficiencies can use other people's to make up for their own deficiencies by taking supplements."

"And this Blood Demon Ancestor has incomplete innate martial arts qualifications. The way he practiced back then was to swallow the hearts and blood of some young children with martial arts qualifications; he constantly nourished himself with the blood and hearts of young children, and transformed into

His innate energy made up for his weak martial arts qualifications... and later he became a powerful demon..."

"And this Blood Fiend Ancestor was chopped into powder by Master Ningxue Sword during the Southeast War!"

Fang Che's eyes suddenly lit up.

Said: "The information about Lin Pingjiang, the ancestor of the Lin family, was retrieved. Which masters of the Weiwo Orthodox Sect did he fight against? How did he die later!?"

Just in Baixiangzhou, this information is very easy to adjust.

Soon, relevant information was placed in front of Fang Che.

"The ancestor of the Lin family, Lin Pingjiang, was the master who blocked it all by himself back then... Later, the ancestor of the Blood Demon arrived and seriously injured Lin Pingjiang to death with three moves. Then Lord Jian appeared and killed the ancestor of the Blood Demon on the spot!"

"But Lin Pingjiang's injuries were too serious after all. After he was carried back, he died suddenly before the battle was over."

"..."

After reading this information.

Thinking of what Feng Xiangdong said just now, and related to what Fang Che said before, everyone was suddenly shocked.

"Blood Demonic Art?"

Singing in the Rain lowered his voice.

"Don't worry, every time we talk, there is a soundproof barrier."

Fang Che said.

"Yes, but this... is a bit too... too incredible, right?" Yu Zhongge couldn't believe the results he had deduced.

Fang Che said calmly: "If you start practicing this blood evil skill from the age of one, if you need to swallow the blood of the heart of an ordinary child...if you count three a day, how many are there now?"

"Three a day...one in the morning, one at noon, and one in the evening, one thousand two hundred a year; ten years, twelve thousand..."

Yu Zhongge's face was a little pale, and she felt like vomiting.

"How old is Lin Ao this year?"

"Eleven years and nine months."

"If three a day, how much is that?"

"Twelve thousand nine hundred..."

"How many children like Lin Mansion have now?"

"Seventy or eighty..."

"Does the number of thirteen thousand add up?" Fang Che asked indifferently.

The faces of the seven brothers present all changed color.

"If that's really the case...then...that's simply..."

Singing in the Rain’s face was distorted and his eyes were about to split: “Inhumane and insane!”

Fang Che's face was gloomy and he said: "This matter...since it involves the Blood Demonic Art, then...it is very likely that it is related to the Solipsism Orthodoxy..."

"But their ancestors died fighting for the Orthodox Church...and the family has relied on the honor and development of their ancestors for so many years as a talisman. This, this, this..."

Mo Ganyun was a little irritated and almost exploded with anger: "If this is really the case, can he still be considered a human being?"

"We don't know whether they are human beings, and we may not be able to draw a conclusion now."

Fang Che sighed: "The road must be walked step by step, and the food must be eaten bite by bite."

He closed the file with a snap and said, "Let's go and see the fugitive that General Deacon Ju was chasing."

Everyone fell silent and immediately followed Fang Che to the cell again. Everyone's faces and moods along the way were extremely heavy.

Arrive at the prison.

Interrogate the fugitive Ju Xiushui was chasing.

This was specially left by Fang Che.

"Is this the straight-cone flying blade?"

Under Dong Yunyu's unique skills, this fugitive has now become well-behaved to a certain extent.

Know all there is to know.

"Yes, yes. Captain Fang, please give me a pleasure..."

"Did you hear the sound of wind blessing this straight-cone flying blade at that time?"

"yes."

"So you think someone is secretly helping you?"

"yes."

"Only after the straight-cone flying blade is shot, is it blessed by spiritual energy?"

"yes."

"Did you see anything else?"

"No."

"Hmm..." Fang Che pondered.

"Captain Fang, it's really not me...it's really not me who killed General Deacon Ju...I was wronged..."

The fugitive burst into tears and said, "If I had known this would happen, I would rather not move and let General Deacon Ju capture me directly...I am speaking from my heart, wuwuwu..."

He really thinks so.

Although he is a fugitive, his crime is not worthy of death.

Even if he is caught, he will be out in seven or eight years.

But... who would have thought that the chief deacon guarding the main hall would die in his own hands?

"Mr. Fang, please believe me..."

The fugitive cried bitterly: "I am really wronged..."
To be continued...