Fast travel: The host is too crazy to shoot, the system can't stop it

Chapter 162 Rivers and Lakes ([-]) Years

Five years later, street markets, teahouses.

The city is prosperous, and there are many people coming and going every day, there are peddlers and knight-errants, so the business of the teahouse is also very good.

At the moment, there are no empty seats in the teahouse, and passers-by come here to have a rest, and by the way, listen to some anecdotes from scholars.

"If you want to talk about this bloody cloud, it must be impossible to get around the bloodbath of Lingde Mountain Villa five years ago. The various sects have been investigating this matter for several years without finding any clues. Unsolved case."

"However, since then, there has been no news about the Blood Cloud Strange Scroll. From time to time, there will be rumors that another company accidentally got the strange scroll. The two families were bloodbathed, with no one left alive, and they all leaked some news about the strange volume of blood cloud, which is really terrifying."

Someone from the bottom interjected: "It's not surprising, it seems that there is nothing more than a competition for blood cloud scrolls in the rivers and lakes. Whoever has it, go and grab it."

The storyteller stroked his beard and said meaningfully: "There is indeed this theory, but there is another one, which I think is more reasonable."

The curiosity of the crowd was aroused, and they asked: "What's the explanation? Just say it, don't be secretive."

"If it is said that the bloodbath was caused by someone scrambling for the odd scroll, then it wouldn't mean that there was no result after years of scrambling, so the second theory..."

The storyteller paused, and continued: "The blood cloud and strange scroll has been tainted with evil spirits since the incident in Lingde Villa five years ago, and all the people who disappeared at that time turned into ghosts, whoever took the strange scroll would kill their whole family! "

There was a burst of exclamation from below. People love to hear this kind of strange and chaotic things. It doesn't matter whether it is true or not, just that it is exciting.

Seeing that the response was excellent, the storyteller went on to add fuel and vinegar.

"It is well known that those people went to Lingde Mountain Villa because of the blood cloud and strange scrolls. They died there for unknown reasons, and then they became obsessed with the strange scrolls, and they all turned into ghosts. was inspired..."

The more the storyteller talked, the more excited he became, but suddenly one of the people below slapped the table and cursed: "Who said that all the missing people in Lingde Villa died back then? Are you a ghost? Nonsense!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and looked around in unison, only to see a man staring at the storyteller with an angry face, judging by his attire and temperament, he probably was a son of a family who came out to travel around the rivers and lakes.

There was a pretty girl sitting next to the man, she stretched out her hand as if trying to stop him, but she couldn't.

Interrupted by someone inexplicably, the storyteller couldn't hold back, and retorted: "It's been five years, has anyone come back? Can you not show up if you are not dead?"

"If you don't show up, you're dead? Where did you get that fallacy?!"

"Otherwise?" The storyteller immediately asked with sharp teeth, "It's been five years, and the corpses have rotted and turned into mud!"

"You!" Ye Chen wanted to curse again, but Chu Ruxue at the side saw that the situation was not good, stood up and grabbed him, and dragged him out of the teahouse forcibly.

"What are you arguing with him? A storyteller in the world, how exciting and how to make up, who takes what he says seriously." After leaving the teahouse, Chu Ruxue persuaded in a low voice.

"I'm really angry."

Seeing his appearance, Chu Ruxue sighed, and said, "Okay, be careful outside, don't make too much noise and your family finds out, otherwise it will be troublesome."

Ye Chen and Chu Ruxue have been investigating the case of Xueyun Qijuan and Lingde Villa for five years, but the Ye family is determined not to allow Ye Chen to intervene in this matter, and they want to arrest him and lock him up.

The last time Ye Chen was accidentally caught, it took almost a month to run out again. If he is caught again, he doesn't know when he will be able to come out.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen took a deep breath, forgot what happened just now, and said seriously: "Is the news this time correct, it's around here?"

"Yes, that's right," Chu Ruxue nodded, "Recently, the bloody clouds and whirling winds are in this area, but the exact location is not clear, so we have to investigate one by one."

Ye Chen frowned, and said with hatred: "These families are really strange. Now almost everyone in the world agrees that the blood cloud and strange volume is a life-threatening talisman, and they always hide it. I don't know what they are thinking."

As the storyteller said, there have been massacres in the past five years, and the murderer has not been found, but the reason is more complicated——

One reason is that those families who got the blood cloud scroll by accident were never willing to take the initiative to reveal the news, and outsiders would not know until the case happened. Others could not help prevent it in advance, nor could they learn the information about the blood cloud scroll.

The second is the attitude of the major forces, either they avoid talking about it like the Ye family, or they just put it on the back of their noses.

In the end, only Ye Chen and Chu Ruxue had persevered in investigating the case for so many years.

"People's hearts are not enough," Chu Ruxue shrugged, "They always feel that they will be fine, so they want to enjoy the exercises alone."

So what about the reminder, it is also a reminder with top-level skills printed on it.

Ye Chen shook his head, not wanting to talk about this anymore, and instead said: "Okay, let's start investigating soon,"

Speaking of this, Ye Chen seemed to have thought of something, frowned and said, "Don't tell those people to take the lead again, or you will die of anger."

"Well, let's go early."

The two left together, disappeared among the traffic, and continued their investigation.

As time passed, night gradually fell.

The bright moon rises into the sky, and the moon is bright and the stars are rare.

The night slowly enveloped everything, including corpses and bloodstains...

In a house, most of the lights were extinguished, flickering on and off, shining on a pool of blood on the ground, and following the blood, there were corpses...

There were men in black walking around in the yard, as if they were arranging something, and their actions were orderly and methodical.

In the main house, the patriarch of this family fell on the ground and was out of breath. He had only one sword wound on his body, and one blow was fatal, which showed the speed of his opponent's swordsmanship.

The blood cloud and strange scroll placed on the table was picked up by one person, ready to continue secretly throwing it to the next family.

"Third Young Master," a man in black came to report: "The people here have basically been cleaned up, and follow-up collection is in progress."

The man waved his hand lightly after hearing this, and his subordinates immediately retreated to concentrate on the final matters.

This man's attire was no different from other men in black, his expression was indifferent, his eyes were obviously beautiful, but there was no trace of brilliance.

The task was almost completed, the man looked at the dying patriarch, turned around and prepared to leave.

Suddenly there was a slight movement behind the screen in the room, and the person who was about to leave suddenly turned his head. He stepped behind the screen in a flash, and the saber in his hand was immediately unsheathed, and the sword light passed by, illuminating the hider's face──
It was actually a woman, a woman holding a baby.

The saber that was about to strike quickly turned in one direction, and the sharp blade brushed past the woman!

The man raised his eyes and was caught off guard by the woman's gaze, both of them were speechless, the child in her arms was probably sleeping soundly, the whole room was too quiet...

The woman watched her whole family being killed from the very beginning. These men in black showed no mercy and killed anyone they saw. She escaped from death and hid here with her child, but she was discovered, but...but this man...

This person hesitated, he still has a heart of compassion, maybe, maybe...

The woman knelt down immediately, but she didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of attracting more people, the woman carefully put the child aside, and kowtowed to the people in front of her.

The woman clasped her hands together and begged, pointing at the child, and pointing at herself with the sword, crying silently. Her meaning was obvious—it’s okay to kill me, kill me, but please let my child go, he He's just a kid, he doesn't know anything...

The man looked at the mother and then at the sleeping child, yes, it's just a child, just a child who doesn't know anything...

But, but now that they are released, will they have a way out?

The woman stared at the man in front of her and saw that he seemed to be struggling. She knelt down and took two steps forward, wanting to grab the hem of the man's clothes and continue to pray.

But at this moment, the sword light flashed out along with the blood!

The screen was splashed with blood, the woman's body fell, and the child next to her was also lifeless, and the little body was stained with blood...

The man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a man in black appeared in front of him, and he slapped him hard!

"Does the adoptive father know that you are looking for death? Do you think the punishment last time was not harsh enough?!"

The visitor gritted his teeth and snapped, "Ming Xu, can you stop making trouble?!"

The beating was severe all of a sudden, some blood overflowed from the corner of Ming Xu's mouth, and his expression was still indifferent, but when he looked at the dead mother and child, his eyes were no longer dull, but there was a trace of red, which represented the blood red of death...

(End of this chapter)