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It seems that Feng Yao also came as straightforward as he thought.

Murong Qingyue looked at Mo Chen and said, "How should I say, do you want to leave?"

Mo Chen shook his head and said, "The matter hasn't been clarified yet, how could he leave with just one word?"

"The more she won't let me interfere, the more I want to see what secrets are hidden in Jinyuan City."

At this time, Zhong Xiaowan had almost finished the selection, Wang Dahai brought the gift for her, and the group went to Wei's house.

After leaving Changlong Street, not far away, there was a sudden commotion ahead.

"Something happened, something happened!"

"Dead, dead!!!"

Passers-by on the street shouted in horror, and scattered in all directions in a hurry. Some even knocked down the people in front of them in a panic, and scattered many objects.

Someone else shouted anxiously: "Go to the medical hall and ask the doctor to come over."

Someone next to him responded, "I'm afraid it won't work, I'm out of breath."

"Why so fast? I lost my breath just after I fell down?"

"Who knows?"

There were crowds of people on the street for a while, and there were different opinions.

Mo Chen and the others leaned over and saw a person lying on the ground.

With just one glance, Mo Chen recognized that it was the [waiter] who had sent him the message earlier.

Chapter 4 Who is the murderer

Mo Chen stretched out his hand to put on that [Waitang], and he really died of anger.

Moreover, he directly used heavy techniques to break his heart veins.

Mo Chen quickly scanned the surroundings, but only saw a group of bored spectators pointing and making various guesses.

"This guy's body looks quite strong, and there is no injury or pain. Could it be that he has a hidden disease?"

"How can someone who looks young have such a serious hidden disease?"

"Then who knows, there are some hidden diseases that say that the dead will die, which is completely unreasonable."

"Well, I don't think it looks like a hidden disease. What I saw just now, he suddenly fell down while walking. I'm afraid he was caught by an evil spirit?"

Mo Chen's eyes instantly became sharp.

It can be seen that the person who made the attack was extremely fast, and the [Waitang] didn't even have room to react.

"This waiter has also gained insight into the situation. In the northwest, even if a cultivator wants to kill him, he will have to use some hands and feet to make some noise..."

"But now there is no movement at all, and it just fell down."

Could this be the work of that mysterious figure hidden in Jinyuan City?

He noticed Feng Yao's move, so he directly destroyed Feng Yao's subordinates?

Is this why Feng Yao is so afraid?

However, Mo Dust quickly overturned his guess.

Simply because of her high cultivation, Feng Yao would not be so secretive.

Moreover, Feng Yao has only fought against Mo Chen, so she knows that his cultivation is not bad.

If he really wanted to deal with someone with advanced cultivation, Mo Chen might be more secretive and effective than the army.

Besides, in Qingfeng Valley, Yu Lingze and Zheng Qingshan can be regarded as masters, and I haven't seen how the Blood Spirit Sect arranges to deal with it.

What can attract the attention of the Blood Spirit Sect is probably not just one-sidedness like force alone.

The death of this [Waitang], I'm afraid there are other hidden reasons.

The golden mosquitoes quickly covered the entire street, and hundreds of them flew to every place in the entire Jinyuan City, forming a large and fine net with lines invisible to the naked eye.

Countless pictures immediately appeared in Mo Chen's field of vision.

Suddenly, Mo Chen noticed that the tall and dark man he met on Changlong Street just now was actually among the crowd, stopping to look over here.

But the young woman beside him showed a look of surprise, "That person is not the one who bumped into you just now..."

Just as the words were out of her mouth, the young woman suddenly realized that what she said was inappropriate, she quickly covered her mouth with her hands, and urged the man to leave quickly.

Before leaving, the man's eyes paused for a moment before slipping away.

Mo Chen suddenly became suspicious.

The last place the man looked was a big tree.

On the tree trunk, there happened to be a small golden mosquito that ordinary people couldn't even notice.

"This person is really weird!"

Tianji transforms into the shape of a gnat, spreads in all directions, interrelated and intertwined with each other, forming a magical net of Tianji.

Every gnat carries Mo Chen's soul consciousness.

Because the appearance of the transformation form is very small, and it is blessed by the inherent attributes of Tianjibian, the fluctuation of soul consciousness imposed by Mo Chen on it is extremely weak.

Not to mention ordinary people, even practitioners, it is difficult to discover the secret of Tianjibian.

So far, it was only when they were facing off against Feng Yao and Xuan Yu Wushuang, if the distance was too close, the two would feel it.

The aura on that dark man's body didn't show at all, but he was able to notice this bit of soul consciousness he had planted in such a noisy and chaotic street?

Although the golden mosquito just now was indeed a little close to him, how could an ordinary person notice that faint wave of soul consciousness?

Reminiscent of what the young woman said just now that the man had collided with [Waitang], Mo Chen became suspicious.

That [Waitang] has already seen the situation, so it is impossible to bump into others on the street for no reason.

"Could it be that this person is the murderer who started to kill the waiter?"

Mo Chen stood up slowly, and images of the entire Jinyuan City kept pouring into his soul consciousness.

The practice of distracting and multi-controlling the soul consciousness made Mo Chen's brain like a precision instrument, screening and sorting out all the pictures from Tianji.com, including all the things he had seen and heard since he entered Jinyuan City.

The picture of the dark man before he left suddenly stopped before Mo Chen's eyes. At this moment, he noticed a tiny detail.

"When the man saw [Waitang]'s body, he frowned slightly..."

Such an expression just flashed across the man's face.

So Mo Chen couldn't tell what the man was thinking at that time.

Is it surprise, puzzlement, doubt, anger, or any other emotion.

But one thing Mo Chen could be sure of was that the man's attention was on the dead man.

"If he is a murderer, he kills when he collides with [Waitang], and then deliberately observes the follow-up at that place..."

"Then his attention shouldn't be on [Waitang]'s body, and he shouldn't have that expression."

A master of this level must have absolute confidence in himself if his shots are so clean.

"So if the man is the murderer, he must have been convinced that [Wai Tang] is dead."

"What he wants to observe is whether his actions have achieved the desired effect..."

So under the condition that [Waitang] is dead, if the man is the murderer, he will definitely focus on other places.

"In this way, the person who killed [Waitang] should not be that man!"

The murderer is someone else!

The picture sent back from Tianji.com was replayed in Mo Chen's mind like a rewind.

The moment when [Waitang]'s body was discovered was originally the best time to find the murderer.

But at that time, Mo Chen was still far away and did not see the situation at that time.

What he saw was only the scene after he arrived.

And when Mo Chen and the others knew that someone had died, the streets had already exploded.

Those who were close were fleeing in panic in the face of sudden changes.

Those who are far away, because they don't know what happened, they are approaching as if watching the excitement.

Faces with different expressions flashed before Mo Chen's eyes.

But after looking around, there were no valuable clues.

Whether these passers-by or merchants passing by on the street, they don't look anything special.

Mo Chen gently raised his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Apart from this street, the pictures of other places are also constantly flashing.

Suddenly, Mo Chen's eyes fixed on a person.

It was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

About 40 years old, clothing, appearance, body shape, there is nothing eye-catching.

In the crowd, almost no one would take a second look at him.

But Mo Chen noticed him.

This middle-aged man stopped briefly at the scene of [Waitang]'s death.

Although he stood on the side at the beginning, his expression was no different from that of ordinary people who eat melons.

But when the people next to him were still discussing the cause of the deceased's death, he passed through the crowd indifferently and left.

During this period of time, he had crossed several streets and reached the other side of Jinyuan City.

Chapter 4 The Strange Yard

What surprised Mo Chen even more was that the middle-aged man went all the way into a yard.

There is nothing special about the yard itself, that is, it is slightly better than ordinary people's yard.

But not far to the west of that yard is a big house with red walls, green tiles and vermilion lacquer gates.

There are people coming and going in the mansion, busy and happy, and guests come to the door from time to time to greet and see off.

And on the door plaque of the mansion, the word "Wei's house" is impressively written in gold lacquer on a red background.

"This guy actually lives next to the Wei family?"

If this middle-aged man is really related to the death of [Wai Tang], then it is obviously not just a coincidence that he lives so close to the Wei family.

"So, at the wedding banquet of the Wei family, there are indeed some unusual characters?"

At this time, the dark man and the young woman also arrived outside the Wei family mansion, and were quickly welcomed in by the servants.

Sure enough, the previous guess was correct, these two people did come to congratulate the Wei family on their great joy.

However, Mo Chen already felt that the happy event of the young master of the Wei family might be more lively than expected.

What made Mo Chen a little puzzled was, what kind of power did that unattractive middle-aged man belong to?

If it was really him who killed the waiter of the restaurant, he couldn't be Feng Yao's subordinate.

And judging from his facial features, he doesn't look like someone from Mobei Wolf Court either.

Speaking of Mobei Wolf Court, Mo Chen had already seen the entire Jinyuan City, and he didn't see anyone from Mobei.

"They are so deliberate, they definitely don't just want to rely on the more than 1 lurkers to make trouble."

After all, the Blood Spirit Sect believed that Song Xianqiao had assembled the 1 lurkers, and they couldn't trust Song Xianqiao [-]%, so they wouldn't put all their chips on Song Xianqiao.

"The more than 1 lurkers may just be used to put it on the bright side to attract the attention of all parties."

"The Dark Blood Spirit Sect must have its own back-up."

Judging from the scale of this time, the actions of the Blood Spirit God Cult itself should not be small, and it is impossible not to see any clues.