"Boy, don't force me to do it!"

Tielongfly ran away lazyly and threatened Mo Ziming.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Mo Ziming paused his body through a few steps, thrust his knife, and looked like a formal tone:

"Say, why did you trespass into Qi Mansion? If you can't tell the reason, don't blame me for arresting you and returning to the yamen."

Tielongfly was so happy: "Catch me back to the yamen? Just you?"

Mo Ziming retorted, "You have escaped for a long time, haven't you escaped?"

"you……"

This sentence made the iron dragonfly blush.

"The Qi Mansion was brutally destroyed, but you broke in at this sensitive opportunity, making people suspect that you are the murderer or accomplice."

Tielongfly scolded: "Nonsense! If you can't catch the murderer, do you want to catch people randomly and make up the numbers?"

Speaking of which, this is indeed a normal situation.

"Haha, arrest people randomly? If you don't break into Qi Mansion, how could I chase you for a long time without reason?"

Tielongfly snorted: "I'm lazy to explain to you..."

After saying that, his body moved and wanted to fly away.

"Stop, if you dare to escape again, don't blame me for being ruthless under the knife!"

Mo Ziming shouted loudly and waved his knife at the same time.

"Yoho, you little captain has some meaning..."

Unexpectedly, Tielongfly was not angry this time, but instead showed an admirational look.

"Don't talk about anything, answer my question quickly."

"Well, if I say I'm going to investigate the murderer, do you believe it?"

Speaking of this, Mo Ziming naturally could not be more aggressive. After all, his biggest task on this trip was to join the Mist Hidden Sect.

After chasing this, it was nothing more than finding an excuse to approach the other party.

Moreover, he also believed that the Mizuho Gate could not be related to this murder.

So Mo Ziming slowed down his tone: "Without believing or not, it depends on whether you have a reason to convince people."

"Okay, for your interest, I will remind you that the real culprit in this case is not a human at all..."

Hearing this, Mo Ziming couldn't help but feel moved.

According to the identity of Tielongfly, what she said is "not human" should really be not human.

However, Mo Ziming still pretended to be grand and arrogant and replied: "Of course, those who can do family massacres are not humans, they are worse than animals."

Tielongfly couldn't help but cover her forehead: "Can you grow your brain? What I mean is that the real murderer is not a human, but a demon!"

"magician?"

"Yes, that's why I went to Qi Mansion."

"Wait...how do you know that the real murderer is a demon? Also, what exactly are you doing when you go to Qi Mansion?"

Tielongfly waved her hand: "You don't understand something if you say it. In short, I would like to advise you that it is best to stay away from this case, otherwise... your life may be unsafe."

After saying that, he suddenly raised his hand and threw out a talisman.

"Hello!"

Mo Ziming quickly waved his sword to resist.

At this time, the iron dragonfly moved, and turned into a cloth and flew away again.

After Mo Ziming finally resolved the shadow of the talisman, the other party had merged into the darkness and could not be found.

But this is nothing, because Mo Ziming knew that she often disguised herself as an old lady selling tofu near a pancake stall.

Importantly, the other party revealed a trace of the truth about the case.

It seems that this case is not simple, and even the Mizuho Gate intervenes.

After all, the Wuyin Sect is different from other sects. Its disciples rarely appear in the world and do not interfere in the world unless there are demons that harm the world.

On weekdays, they either live in seclusion in the mountains to practice or pretend to be ordinary people and hide in the downtown area to facilitate information from all aspects.

Unfortunately, during the long years, the Wuyin Sect somehow lost the power of "A", causing the sect to decline and decline.

The former leader predicted that he would find a girl with a half-moon mark on his arm and establish him as the new leader, so that he could regain the power of Dunjia and revive the Wuyin Sect.

Not long after, Mo Ziming quietly returned to Qi Mansion and walked back to the atrium as if nothing had happened.

"Yi Chang, why have you... been there for so long? No... I haven't seen anything strange, right?"

Liuzi couldn't help asking.

"What strange things can be there? It is said that people die like lamps, and there are no ghosts in this world."

"Haha, it's actually good to have this mentality." Uncle Gui smiled and then yawned: "I drank a little too much, stare for a while, you two should stare at me."

After saying that, he lay on the stone table and started to sleep.

Before we knew it, it was dawn.

Mo Ziming didn't realize anything, but for Liu Zi, this was probably the most difficult night in his life.

As the sky brightened, my courage finally became a little stronger.

After waiting for a while, I finally hoped that Captain Zhou would lead a group of subordinates to the hospital.

"Headmaster..."

Liuzi walked up to see him with a favor.

"Well, nothing happened last night, right?"

"No, we haven't been sleeping all night and we've been staring at it."

Upon hearing this, Captain Zhou nodded with satisfaction and gently patted Liuzi on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work, you three go back and have a good rest."

Liuzi was surprised and hurriedly bowed: "Thank you, Master Captain, Master Captain!"

As a result, Captain Zhou added: "Tonight, it's up to the three of you to come here to be on duty."

Sixth son: "…"

It's so damn bullying!

...

At noon.

Mo Ziming came to the "No. 1 Burning World" stall.

As soon as he sat down, he grabbed a pancake and started eating it.

"Official, drink some water and don't choke..."

The stall owner took the initiative to pour a bowl of water and handed it over, not knowing whether it was really caring or sarcastic.

At small stalls like him, there are often street patrol constables coming to eat and drink for free.

"Yeah~"

Mo Ziming picked up the water bowl and took a sip, subconsciously glanced at the aunt selling tofu at the side of the Shaobing stall.

This aunt is a dragonfly disguised as a commoner.

"What are you looking at? Do you want to eat my tofu?"

The iron dragonfly seemed to feel something, and then glanced over and whispered in a tough tone.

"Who wants to eat your tofu..."

Before Mo Ziming finished speaking, someone walked to the stall: "Auntie, come a piece of tofu!"

As soon as someone left, Mo Ziming suddenly said, "Hey, Aunt Tofu, why do I feel like you are a little familiar?"

While saying that, he walked over slowly.

Hearing this, the iron dragonfly couldn't help but be stunned...

She was very confident in her disguise skills. Many times, even her fellow disciples could hide it. This kid only saw him once, and it was still late at night, so he could actually recognize him?

It's impossible, it must be a coincidence, maybe I'm dressing like another person.

"Yes, I must have seen you somewhere!"

When he heard this, the stall owner of the Shaobing stall, the old man who was known as the Eighth Master, couldn't help but smile and said, "Official, it's not the first time you've been here, so you've naturally seen her."

"No, I always feel that there is something different today..."

"New, is there something wrong with your eyes? Or..."
To be continued...