After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

The window of Yang Tu's room was exposed, and Yang Tu was still awake.

But when Yan Shixun knocked on Yang Tu's door, after three consecutive knocks, there was no movement in the room, and no one came to open the door.

Yan Shixun knocked patiently a few more times, waiting quietly.

Finally, Yang Tu from the room came over and opened the door.

"Squeak--!"

The old door shaft made a rough friction sound.

After the door opened, Yang Tu appeared in front of Yan Shixun with a dejected face, which was in stark contrast to Yan Shixun's calmness.

"It's Brother Yan..."

Yang Tu called Yan Shixun feebly, completely lacking energy.

As soon as Yan Shixun's eyes fell on Yang Tu's face, the comforting smile on his lips suddenly froze.

——But after nearly two hours, Yang Tu's face turned black.

No, it is already too euphemistic to say that Yintang is black.

Yang Tu's entire forehead was blackened all the way to his temples and Baihui acupoints, as if his whole body was swallowed by black air, and even his eyes were covered with thick dark circles.

It is completely different from the appearance of Yang Tu that Yan Shixun met for the first time in Jiacun.

It's like all the anger has been exhausted.

Although Yan Shixun doesn't tell people fortune-telling, it doesn't mean that he doesn't know or is not proficient.On the contrary, he has in-depth study and practice in the line of reading.

At this time, Yang Tu was no different from a dying person in his eyes.

What happened when he didn't see it!

Yan Shixun frowned, he couldn't care less about comforting Yang Tu to get more information.

He asked Yang Tu in a serious tone, "What did you do at night? Tell me immediately."

Yan Shixun's overly serious tone shocked Yang Tu on the spot.

Yang Tu, who was originally listless and unable to raise his spirits, raised his head and looked in surprise at Yan Shixun, who was completely different from the friendly image he showed before.

"Brother Yan, what's wrong with you?"

"Did you dig out the corpse buried under the flowers?" Yan Shixun stated his inference in a positive tone, and went straight to the point, leaving no time for Yang Tu to chat.

Yang Tu's expression suddenly changed.

The muscles on his face twitched, and he looked at Yan Shixun with tangled and complicated eyes: "Brother Yan, did you see it too?"

When Yan Shixun's expression became serious, it was like a sharp knife pulled out of its sheath. Although the knife was not drawn out, he could already see the light of the knife like snow, so sharp that he dared not stretch his neck to test the edge.

Those who see it can only retreat in fear, wanting to avoid its edge.

Yang Tu's expression was a little evasive, as if he was thinking about how to hide this matter.

"You know what's going on." Yan Shixun's tone was affirmative without any hesitation: "Although you didn't kill the person, you know who the murderer is and you know the deceased."

"It's more likely that you know who the murderer is, but you still want to cover him in front of me—Yang Tu, you are a child of Jiacun, and you understand the rules of the outside world. What you are doing now is a mistake of."

Yang Tu's originally dejected expression paused, and his face was so sad that he seemed to be crying.

"Brother Yan, I..."

He raised his head and looked at Yan Shixun, as if he wanted to say something.

However, the next moment, Yang Tu's eyes gradually widened, and he looked behind Yan Shixun over his shoulder.

Fear is on the face.

"Brother Yan!"

There was a sound of wind in the air.

Yan Shixun's ears twitched slightly, his body made an instant decision, and quickly moved to the side to hide.

"Shh!"