“Young Master Ximen, of course it has a lot to do with it. You can tell what the deceased was thinking by looking at their expression.” Nangong Ziyan raised her eyes and glanced at everyone casually.
“When we encounter someone die, after we know the general process, we never delve into the details, especially the expression of the deceased. The corpse can also speak.”
"Hmph! What a brilliant argument! How could a corpse possibly talk? Nangong Ziyan isn't just stalling for time, is she?" Ximen Ruiyun flicked his long sleeves, looking furious.
But Baili Jun'ao didn't think so, and remained very interested in waiting.
"Young Master Ximen, haste makes waste. If you want to know how the person you consider a sister died, please be patient. You can wait patiently when you're arguing with others, but when it comes to uncovering the truth, you lack patience. Young Master Ximen's deep affection is quite intriguing." Nangong Ziyan spoke sarcastically. She still had no clue about the murderer, and she would not let any suspicions go unpunished, including those about Ximen Ruiyun.
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Ximen Ruiyun with suspicion. The idea of killing someone and framing them was not unfamiliar to them; such dramas were played out every day across several continents.
"Miss Nangong, what do you mean by this?" Ximen Ruiyun was completely enraged, glaring at Nangong Ziyan. In the Western Regions, no one dared to speak to him like this.
Nangong Ziyan showed no fear. At this moment, the stunning beauty she exuded was captivating, and all eyes were on her. Many people wondered what she had to offer to challenge Ximen Ruiyun, given her cultivation level. This was a world where cultivation was paramount.
"Let Young Master Ximen experience what it's like to be questioned." Nangong Ziyan's calm tone was firm and resolute, directly hitting Ximen Ruiyun's sore spot. She looked at him with a cold smile. When he questioned Haotian, who could understand the pain in Haotian's heart?
However, her attitude made people quite nervous.
However, Nangong Ziyan showed no unease on her face, remaining as calm and composed as ever.
“Miss Nangong, you…” Ximen Ruiyun was speechless. He was a gentle and refined person, but she could provoke him into a rage with just a few words. “Fine! Fine! This young master will not argue with you. Miss Nangong, just find the real culprit quickly.”
Nangong Ziyan's expression softened slightly as she looked at Nan Ying lying on the ground and continued, "Nan Ying's expression was peaceful, without any fear. This means that she didn't see anything before she died, and was killed without her noticing." Nangong Ziyan voiced everyone's doubts, a statement that seemed to awaken them from their reverie. Only then did everyone carefully examine Nan Ying's face and agree with Nangong Ziyan's explanation.
Baili Yuechan looked at Nangong Ziyan with suspicion, a hint of disdain flashing across her face. She had underestimated her.
Nangong Ziyan closed her eyes and squatted down. To be honest, she had never touched a dead person before. With trembling hands, she decided to risk it all for Haotian. She mustered her courage to check Nan Ying's wounds.
Bei Ming Haotian watched her quietly with heartache. She was clearly terrified, but for his sake, she still did it without hesitation.
"Look, everyone, Nan Ying has a knife wound on her back, which goes straight through her chest and is slightly turned outwards. This is what made her fatal. However, the two teeth marks on her neck are very clean. Wounds formed before death are often brighter in color than those formed after death. Wounds formed after death tend to have stagnant blood, so not much blood flows out. The teeth marks on Nan Ying's neck were made when she was alive, and the blood only flowed out for less than three centimeters. More importantly, Nan Ying's face is normal in color, so she didn't die from not sucking blood." This was Nangong Ziyan's conclusion. In just a few simple words, no one could find any doubt.
“Miss Nangong, the cause of death is not important. What is important is finding the murderer.” Baili Yuechan couldn’t help but say, her eyes filled with provocation. She couldn’t stand that, as a woman herself, the man’s attention was not focused on her, but on a woman who was not comparable to her. Only by speaking up and showing her presence could she feel at peace.
Nangong Ziyan took a deep breath to calm her anger, and calmly smiled at Baili Yuechan, saying, "Miss Baili, only by understanding the cause of death can we know who the murderer is. Therefore, the cause of death is very important." After saying the last sentence, Nangong Ziyan's beautiful face instantly darkened.
He turned around and scanned the people around him, finally landing on a man in black not far behind Baili Yuechan.
Nangong Ziyan tiptoed and whispered a few words in Beiming Haotian's ear.
Bei Ming Haotian's eyes narrowed, and he stared at the man behind Baili Yuechan. He stretched out his hand and used his spiritual energy to launch a fierce attack on the man in black.
The man in black reacted instinctively, suddenly drawing his knife to defend himself. Surprisingly, it turned out to be a long chain knife.
"Haotian, grab him, it's that knife!" Nangong Ziyan raised her voice, causing everyone around to turn around and look at this astonishing scene.
Baili Yuechan, in particular, was so surprised that her eyes widened. She never expected that Nangong Ziyan would find the murderer so quickly.
Subduing someone was incredibly easy for Bei Ming Haotian. In an instant, he grabbed the man in black by the neck and pulled him close to him.
"What right do you have to frame an innocent person?" The man glared at Nangong Ziyan with a sinister look. If looks could kill, Nangong Ziyan would have been torn to pieces long ago.
"You'll find out soon enough whether I've wronged you or not."
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