Wan Xiao knew that the next time was the real test of himself. If he was not careful, he would lose his life because he was facing the deep-minded Yuan Ge and the unspeakable cunning Song Shiyuan.

With such two people in front, the pressure is really indescribable.

Nervous, afraid, and can't hide it at all.

But he could only cover up his mood as much as possible and not let the other party doubt as much as possible. At least, he did not doubt himself at this time.

"Elder Song just ask." Wan Xiao showed just the right kind of nervousness and tension, and held his hands, with a little uneasiness on his face.

Yuan Ge looked down and saw the sweat in Wan Xiao's palm when he held his hands loosely.

He looked at Wan Xiao a few more times. From the face of this somewhat miserable person, he didn't see much guilt. Instead, he was so nervous when facing the sect's big men and the uneasiness of such people coming to him.

Yuan Ge turned his head and the night watchman behind him hurriedly came up.

"I want all the information about this person."

"Ah?" The night watchman was stunned and then felt a little embarrassed.

"how?"

"He has been in the sect for more than ten years." The night watchman said with a wry smile.

Yuan Ge was slightly stunned. It’s been more than ten years?

More than ten years are not a negligible length of time for anyone. How many decades can life take?

But because of this, Wan Xiao is considered an old man in the sect, so why is he still like this?

He thought about it and had already guessed it.

Then, he sneered and said, "Look for the file before coming to the back mountain."

Although the night watchman knew that this might be a bit troublesome, he did not dare to refuse at this time. He nodded immediately and turned around and left.

On the other hand, Wan Xiao didn't know that Yuan Ge had started to check him, but even if he knew, it was nothing, because it was expected.

Song Shiyuan looked at Wan Xiao, who didn't look like a disciple in front of him, raised his chin slightly and said directly: "What happened after you were taken away by that man?"

Wan Xiao had noticed the horse-faced disciple beside the other party, and had a long time ago, and immediately said, "He went to find the corpse he found this morning. It seems that the two knew each other."

"Corpsy?" Yuan Ge asked, "What is the identity?"

Song Shiyuan glanced at him and was a little displeased with what he interrupted, but he didn't say much, and he was also curious about who the dead person was.

If the two really knew each other, this may involve a different inside story.

"I don't know who died." Wan Xiao said, "I discovered this morning. I was buried in the forest. I was dressed in a noble manner. I had a pair of thin gloves made of silk in the southern Xinjiang, but I took them away by Lin Daya. The disciple and Junior Brother Zhang went to the sect to inquire this morning, but they didn't expect to be knocked and slapped."

The junior brother Zhang he mentioned was naturally the horse-faced disciple, and he also knew that Song Shiyuan must have asked the horse-faced disciple before, so he did not hide what everyone knew, or explained it to Yuan Ge.

After all, he can understand who is in charge in this back mountain. Song Shiyuan will leave after investigation. It doesn’t matter to him, but Yuan Ge doesn’t.

Therefore, this is an opportunity to leave Yuan Ge with good impressions. He wants to escape, so any opportunity that can get close to the great elders will not be missed.

"Golden silk in southern Xinjiang." Song Shiyuan narrowed his eyes.

This is a very expensive thing, and because southern Xinjiang is within the Later Zhou Dynasty, it is rarely circulated.

As for whether that person was from the Later Zhou Dynasty, Song Shiyuan had already thought about it all the way. At this time, he asked left and right: "Have Lin Daya been found?"

He sent someone to find Lin Daya before, but he had never returned.

At this time, someone came in a hurry.

"Elder, it's not good, Lin Daya is dead!"

"Dead?"

"No way."

"Who killed it?"

"Didn't you hear me just now? It must be the one Elder Song is looking for to kill him."

Everyone around couldn't help but talk, and Song Shiyuan's eyes were slightly sunken and he said, "How did he die?"

"The branch was killed by a piece of branch." The disciple who ran over said, and two disciples had already carried the person over with the door panels in the distance.

Because I have been dead for a while, the blood has dried up.

Lin Daya's eyes widened, and he could vaguely see the horror and unwillingness in it. The incredible death was about to come, as if it was exaggerated.

The disciples of the Qianmen didn't think there was anything. After all, as a sect, it was inevitable to walk around the world. They had seen dead people, not only others, but also senior brothers and junior brothers in the sect.

The people in the back mountain have complicated emotions, and they can see the secret joy in each other's eyes after looking at each other.

Lin Daya is used to being arrogant and blessed in the back mountain. Who has not been bullied or exploited by him?

Now the way of heaven is good for reincarnation, and this evil man is finally dead. How could they be unhappy when they think of Su Rilin's big teeth showing off their might and the coldness of lying here now?

Yuan Ge leaned closer and took a look. He had some impression of this person, and seemed to have a good status in the patrol in the back mountain.

He was a good at practicing hard skills from outsiders. Thinking of it, his eyes naturally locked on the branch exposed on Lin Daya's chest.

Yuan Ge reached out and slowly pulled out the branch.

The branch is long and short, the broken mouth is sharp, and there are a few traces of blood and flesh on it.

"There is no sign of fighting in the courtyard." The disciple said before: "There are no traces left by that person inside and outside the courtyard."

"Dried branches." Yuan Ge threw the branches away, twisted his fingers, and said, "Now in the season, there are not many dead branches in the back mountain, but these are old branches that have been around for a long time. They are crisp and easy to break. They should be used for fences."

The disciple was stunned and said, "That's right, Lin Daya's house does have a fence."

Yuan Ge smiled.

"We are not constables from the yamen, and we are not here to decide the case now." Song Shiyuan said lightly.

Everyone didn't say anything.

"Since he can kill Lin Daya, why would he let you go?" Song Shiyuan looked at Wan Xiao and asked.

Wan Xiao rolled in his throat and said, "He didn't kill Junior Brother Zhang either."

The horse-faced disciple's face changed slightly. As soon as he spoke, Wan Xiao said again, "Maybe the disciple took him to find the corpse, he is pretty honest."

In fact, there was no doubt about this at all. Song Shiyuan also knew that when the man came out of the back door, he just knocked the two disciples on duty unconscious.

In other words, the only one whom the other party has killed so far is Lin Daya.

As for the ghosts and monsters that were passed down in the sect and the eight dead disciples, based on Song Shiyuan's scheming, he could naturally figure out what was going on.

It's just someone who made a fuss about this. Although he hasn't thought about who it is, as long as he sees who is the most urgent in this matter, he can find it out.

Of course, his duty is now to find out who the person who escaped from the mountain gate was.

Why can an outsider appear in his Peach Blossom Sword Pavilion?

Whether it is knocking out or killing people, it has broken the rules in the sect.

For those who have broken rules, they must die.
Chapter completed!