"What's up?"

"Master Jiang, I always feel like someone is watching me, so I can't eat or sleep."

"If you can't eat, don't eat. If you can't sleep, don't sleep. You came to me, but I'm not a doctor."

Jiang Zhuo's two blunt words made Zhang Fanqing's smile a little stiff.

Changfeng couldn't help but smiled and lowered his head.

"Um, I wonder if I can have a private chat with Master Jiang?" Zhang Fanqing glanced at Changfeng, "Master, don't worry, even if I have some thoughts about you, I can't do anything to you."

Jiang Zhuo looked up and motioned Changfeng to go out first.

"Go ahead."

Zhang Fanqing approached Jiang Zhuo, raised his hand to pour a cup of tea for Jiang Zhuo, and handed it to Jiang Zhuo, but the latter did not take it.

"I just want to thank you, Lord Jiang. If it weren't for you, the county lieutenant wouldn't have strengthened the defenses."

Jiang Zhuo looked at him meaningfully, but still didn't take the teacup.

"Your Excellency, you don't even dare to drink the tea in your own room? Although I am fond of men, I dare not have any improper thoughts about you, Your Excellency."

Jiang Zhuo had just raised his hand and before he could make any further moves, Zhang Fanqing's hand suddenly became unstable for some reason, and the cup that was originally held steadily in his hand instantly tilted.

The water in the cup poured out without any warning, spilling all over Jiang Zhuo's clothes.

The water quickly seeped into Jiang Zhuo's clothes, leaving a large wet mark on them. The originally neat and dry clothes instantly became disheveled.

"Ah, Lord Jiang, please forgive me. I didn't hold it firmly."

Zhang Fanqing wanted to wipe Jiang Zhuo's wound, but Jiang Zhuo grabbed his wrist and pressed him on the couch behind him.

"Lord Jiang..." Zhang Fanqing looked at Jiang Zhuo's charming face and his heart beat abnormally for a moment.

"Do you want to die?"

Jiang Zhuo's murderous eyes instantly sobered Zhang Fanqing. He stood up, his eyes cold, and threw him to the ground.

This piece of clothing is Qingqing's favorite piece of clothing.

"Master Jiang, I was really careless..."

Zhang Fanqing looked at Jiang Zhuo pitifully, with expectation in his eyes.

Then he saw Jiang Zhuo shook his head slightly, as if he was trying to resist something.

"Lord Jiang, are you okay?" Zhang Fanqing stood up and asked tentatively.

"You, you dare to drug me!" Jiang Zhuo tried hard to open his eyes.

"Master Jiang, go to sleep. This is a drug specially developed for you! Once you fall asleep, the pain will go away..."

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Zhuo closed his eyes and his whole body fell uncontrollably onto the couch, where he fainted without realizing it.

Zhang Fanqing rubbed his wrist, leaned closer to Jiang Zhuo and frowned.

Where has he been? He stinks!

The smell of the clothes became more obvious after being soaked in water, and it was disgusting.

Forget it, let’s take off his clothes first.

Zhang Fanqing held his breath and walked forward to take off Jiang Zhuo's clothes. Just as he untied his outer cloak, he heard Changfeng knocking on the door.

"Sir, Lord Ouyang is here."

Zhang Fanqing frowned. Why was Ouyang Xun here at this hour?! A flicker of struggle flashed in his eyes, and just as he was struggling, someone grabbed his wrist.

He turned his head in shock, and Jiang Zhuo looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"What? You don't have the courage to do it?"

Zhang Fanqing quickly tried to break free from Jiang Zhuo's grip, but he grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back, then drew his sword and cut open his clothes on the back.

Revealing the long wound.

After so long, the wound has not been bandaged or applied with medicine, but there is still no sign of infection or healing.

"Young Master?!" Chang Feng burst in and saw Jiang Zhuo pinning Zhang Fanqing to the ground. "Oh my god!"

Zhang Fanqing saw Changfeng coming in and quickly put on an innocent and pitiful look, "Master Jiang, what are you doing?"

"Master Xiao Jiang..."

Ouyang Xun was also shocked! Lord Jiang had actually been made gay?!

"You are not Zhang Fanqing."

!!!

"Isn't he Zhang Fanqing?!"

Zhang Fanqing pulled out a dagger from somewhere and took the opportunity to attack Jiang Zhuo, who raised his hand to let him go.

"Master Jiang, please take a good look, I am Zhang Fanqing!"

"Didn't you kill him several days ago?" Jiang Zhuo raised his eyebrows.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Jiang Zhuo sat down and raised his hand to straighten his collar.

"Zhang Fanqing is a person who loves flowers and plants very much, but the flowers on his windowsill have not been taken care of for many days. The house is also a mess, but he likes to keep his hands clean. His hair is combed meticulously, without a single strand of hair out of place.

At first, I thought you were looking at me like that because you were into homosexuality. But it's clear that you're attracted to my appearance.

You are not Zhang Fanqing, who are you?"

Zhang Fanqing's eyes suddenly changed, flashing with ruthlessness and determination. He quickly pulled two small objects from his pocket and threw them on the spot without hesitation.

In an instant, accompanied by two muffled "bang" sounds, white smoke suddenly burst out like surging waves, spreading at an astonishing speed, and instantly filled the entire room.

The smoke was as thick as a heavy curtain, completely obscuring vision. In this vast expanse of white, it was pitch dark, and no one could be seen at all, as if everyone had been swallowed by the sudden smoke.

"Bang!" Another sound.

When the white mist dissipated, only a human skin was left in the room, but no bloodstains.

Jiang Zhuo sat calmly on the couch, as if he had expected this.

"Sir, this..."

Jiang Zhuo glanced at the human skin on the ground. There were obvious signs of tearing at the knife wound.

Zhang Fanqing died a long time ago, and the murderer was under this skin from the beginning.

He saw from Zhou Cong that the bucket of water could make the skin tough and keep it fresh.

Considering Zhang Fanqing's abnormal behavior, he had a bold guess.

I pretended to be unconscious just now to verify some of his ideas.

Although it was interrupted, the human skin left on the ground can basically draw the conclusion:

The so-called marked person is not the one the murderer wants to kill, but a person who is already dead. Under his skin is the murderer who has been killing people.

These skins couldn't stay fresh forever, so he needed to keep changing them.

Given the chance, he would crawl out from under the skin, leaving only a piece of human skin.

As for the reason, it must be that his own skin is no longer usable.