"The Soul Forgetting Technique...that is..."

Su Runfu's eyes twitched, and the name of a sect involuntarily emerged in his mind.

"Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-Forget Soul-For

"You can look at Xuan Zhenzi's eyebrows."

Zhong Liyuan casually reminded him.

When Su Yunxiao and Su Runfu heard this, their eyes gathered at Xuan Zhenzi's eyebrows, and they surely discovered something strange.

Because they found a faint black dot in Xuan Zhenzi's eyebrows.

"Soul-breaking finger."

Su Runfu, who was knowledgeable, blurted out immediately.

"This is indeed the soul-breaking finger." Xuan Yangzi said coldly. "But Senior Brother Xuan Zhenzi's death is not that simple."

"etc!"

At this time, Su Yunxiao's face suddenly changed and he disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

a long time.

He returned to the patio.

"Yunyun is okay?"

Su Runfu hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

As Su Yunxiao's clan uncle, he naturally knew why Su Yunxiao left in panic just now.

"A false alarm is gone, and it's okay." Su Yunxiao comforted her and then put her attention back on Xuan Zhenzi's death. "Do you have any discoveries about the death of Venerable Xuan Zhenzi?"

"have."

When it comes to this issue.

Su Runfu's face became extremely heavy.

First of all, it can be confirmed that Xuan Zhenzi was killed by the people from the Forget Soul Sect without any defense.

Secondly, Xuan Zhenzi had a confrontation with others elsewhere during his lifetime, but in the end he was defeated, he was shot down heavily in the backyard of the yamen office.

From Xuan Zhenzi's severely broken sternum, we can tell how severely he suffered, but Xuan Zhenzi still had a breath and did not die.

As for the enemies Xuan Zhenzi fought, they all knew each other.

Xia Fan.

Because when they rushed to Wanyang City to resist the attack of the Shenwu Army, Xuan Zhenzi was the person responsible for solving the hidden danger of Xia Fan.

That is to say.

Xuan Zhenzi is most likely dead by the joint efforts of Xia Fan and the Forgetful Soul Sect.

Think further.

Since Xia Fan was a person attracted by the court, does it mean that the court secretly colluded with the Forget Soul Sect?

"Impossible?"

After hearing this, Su Yunxiao immediately raised his doubts.

After all, Xia Fan once publicly stated that he agreed to the court to win over the imperial court in order to obtain relevant information from the Forget Soul Sect and the Heluo descendants.

From this we can see that he should have a grudge against the Forget Soul Sect.

"It's more obvious if you want to cover it up."

But Xuan Yangzi obviously believes in his judgment more.

"If you want to know the truth, why not ask him personally?"

Zhong Liyuan, who had finished his last sip of wine, said lazily.

"We have our own opinions on this matter, and there is no need for your advice." Xuan Yangzi said coldly. "Qingchen, immediately pass the incident that happened in Wanyang back to the hall, and then deal with the care of Senior Brother Xuan Zhenzi's body. Uncle Master needs to leave if he has something to do."

After saying that, Xuan Yangzi walked straight outside the yamen.

"Zhongli."

Seeing this, Su Runfu quickly winked at Zhong Liyuan.

"Okay, okay! I know, I just happened to have something to ask that guy."

Zhong Liyuan waved his hand impatiently and followed him out in an instant.

Xuan Zhenzi's death will undoubtedly alarm Yunxiao Palace.

If Xuan Yangzi died, the consequences would be absolutely unimaginable.

Because no one can withstand the anger descended from Yunxiao Palace.

...

at the same time.

Xia Fan was in the private room of Lianxiang Pavilion, alone bored to admire the girls playing the piano.

One song after another.

The tea on the table was changed for three rounds, but he still didn't wait for the person he had to wait for.

When I was in the inn.

He accidentally saw a strange man waved to him outside the window.

Not long after going out.

He found the man on a secret street corner, and after the man handed him a letter, he rolled his eyes and fell into a coma.

Xia Fan immediately woke up the man, but when the man woke up, he asked Xia Fan in horror, who he was, what he wanted to do? And why was he here?

Facing the man’s philosophical questions.

Xia Fan, who was confused, saw that he was not a fake, so he simply let him go.

soon.

His attention was placed on the letters given to him by the other party.

This is a familiar letter.

Familiar smell, familiar handwriting.

All are showing.

The owner of this letter is the same person who left him a letter in Nanxi.

There is only one sentence in the letter.

Lianxiang Pavilion, Tianzi's elegant room.

He arrived as promised.

As a result, the other party did not show up for a long time and was suspected of having his own dove.

But if people don’t show up, at least they need to have some other expressions?

Otherwise, why did you call me over here? Do you want to watch my live broadcast?

What a joke.

The longer the time delayed, Xia Fan's patience gradually faded away.

finally.

After the fifth round of tea started with the big teapots, Xia Fan took a stack of silver notes and left the room expressionlessly.

"Please stay, please stay."

As soon as he walked to the lobby, he heard the madam hurriedly calling him.

"What's up?"

Xia Fan reacted coldly.

"Young Master, someone told me to give you this thing."

The madam quickly handed Xia Fan a small black bag in her hand.

"Do you remember the person who gave it to you?"

Xia Fan took the burden and asked casually.

"When I think about it, it's strange... why can't I remember it?"

The madam suddenly fell into trouble and said.

"Okay, it's all right."

This is true again.
To be continued...