The old man waved his hand, took a deep breath, gently closed his eyes, and said weakly: "There are some things you don't understand. A person's willingness to take the initiative to do something and not taking the initiative are completely two different motivations.

Moreover, we in Qingyun Temple have understood this for thousands of years. Can’t we just say a few more words?

Besides, I'm afraid my body won't be able to hold out until then, so it doesn't matter if I say a few more or a few less."

The mean man wanted to continue talking, but he took a deep breath weakly.

"Stop talking so much and tell everyone to pack their bags and leave immediately.

Don't ask too much, I have my own reasons."

Before leaving, the master had three suspects as to the murderer who destroyed Qingyun Temple.

There is a pheasant spirit, a ghost king who practices magic, and the other is the peacock king who has practiced for thousands of years.

Even if a protective barrier was set up at Qingyun Temple, anyone who passed through the barrier would be discovered by the person who set up the barrier. The founder was proficient in formations but not in martial arts, so he couldn't go in to check.

But after calculations, they concluded that only the three evil spirits were still alive.

The peacock standing next to the zombie just now was extremely emotional. It is very likely the Peacock King mentioned by the ancestor.

He casually made a fortune telling. Although he could not confirm whether the peacock was the murderer, he could confirm that he was the Peacock King.

But even if he knew, he had no other choice. The previous hang-up had already consumed all his efforts.

The only thing he could do now was to make everyone in their lineage leave here and stay away from the Peacock King.

Xia Yiqian didn't know what happened in the village after they left.

After searching for so long, she only got such an ambiguous answer in the end. She was more or less depressed.

I have no idea why the goblins in the mountains want to massacre the entire Qingyun Temple. Could it be that they don’t want to be contracted?

Seeing Xia Yiqian lost in thought again, Kong Yanqing frowned and suggested, "If you can't figure it out, just give up thinking about it. Those people gave some ambiguous answers anyway.

There are so many people in our back mountain, and many of them died during the time you were asleep. Where can we find the murderer?

No one can guarantee that he is still alive.”

Xia Yiqian sighed, "It's really not easy to find.

But we can first look for those surviving fairies, just in case we find anything?"

Kong Yanqing shrugged nonchalantly, "Okay, let's look for it.

I'll look for it with you."

Xia Yiqian nodded indifferently, "Okay."

This incident passed just like that, and Xia Yiqian took Assistant Zhang's car home. Before getting off the car, she did not forget to pick up her "little red flower".

Kong Yanqing, who had just separated from Xia Yiqian, had lost the faint smile on his face, so he spent two hundred yuan to find a passerby and asked him to take him back to the village he had just left.

However, as soon as he stepped into the village, he found that something was wrong.

It's so quiet... There's nothing, it's too quiet.

Kong Yanqing frowned tightly and led his men to quickly rush to where the old man was.

After pushing the door open, I found the old man was still there.

He was still sitting on the ground, leaning weakly against the wall.

But Kong Yanqing noticed something was very wrong. The human presence in the room had disappeared.

He took a deep breath and walked forward quickly, only to find that the old man was indeed still leaning against the wall, but he had already died.

The index finger of his right hand stretched out and fell to the ground, the fingertip still stained with blood.

In the direction where the ear's finger was pointing, there was a long row of words.

"You are the murderer. I have already informed the others. Don't even think about hurting them again..."

When he wrote the word "们", the old man had run out of strength. He did not draw the last stroke, but instead stretched out a long line, which looked very ferocious.

When Kong Yanqing saw these words, his expression suddenly turned ugly.

He felt as if some spell had been activated as soon as he entered the room.

He originally thought it was an offensive or siege formation, but he didn't expect it to be a tip-off!

Passerby A, who took two hundred yuan, was almost scared when he saw the words on the ground.

He smiled stiffly at Kong Yanqing, "Mr. Kong, what show are you guys recording?

I'm a timid person, don't scare me! "

Ever since the news of Yaozi being collectively driven away to work abroad came out, few people would follow others for no reason.

The person in front of him was so famous that he believed him without a second thought and led him on the way.

But who could have thought that it would trigger a crime scene! ?

Kong Yanqing didn't want to cause any trouble and just glanced at him indifferently.

He said in a very calm tone: "What kind of mess are you thinking about?

We are the first two to discover the crime and are also witnesses to the death. Shouldn't you have called the police? Why are you still standing there like an idiot?