"Master of the family, what happened to the Death Pavilion, why is there such chaos?"

Outside the Destiny Pavilion, a slender figure suddenly came, this person stopped at the door of the Destiny Pavilion, bowed to Jiang Zuomei's back and hugged his fist.

This person is in his twenties, with a long figure, exuding an extremely cold and pressing momentum, wearing a purple robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders, swinging in the wind, indescribably chic and refined.

Jiang Zuomei turned around slowly, and the anger in his eyes had been replaced by calmness at this moment, but this calmness was as cold as ten thousand years of ice.

As soon as this person came into contact with Jiang Zuomei's gaze, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, what kind of eyes were this, its cold depths were full of cold and tyranny, as if it was about to erupt a volcano.

It was the first time for the young man to see Jiang Zuomei show such an expression, but soon his attention fell on the high platform behind Jiang Zuomei.

When he saw that the life card representing Jiang Binhan was shattered, his pupils shrank unconsciously, and he lowered his head slightly, not daring to speak nonsense.

But his heart is full of surprise and shock, Jiang Binhan is the head of the family himself, and he is deeply loved by Jiang Zuomei, it can be said that Jiang Binhan is a treasure of Jiang Zuomei.

And now, as soon as Jiang Binhan died, the anger in Jiang Zuomei's heart may have reached the extreme, so the young man didn't dare to speak more, for fear of angering Jiang Zuomei.

Jiang Zuomei glanced at the young man lightly, and he said coldly: "Zetian, are you quite happy in your heart now? As soon as Han'er dies, then there will be one less competitor for you." ”

The heroic young man in front of him was Jiang Zetian, one of the two demonic geniuses of the Ice and Fire Family, his talent was extremely high, and his cultivation did not exceed three hundred years, and his cultivation still reached a point beyond the reach of many younger generations.

At this moment, Jiang Zuomei's words made Jiang Zetian's pupils shrink, and he said respectfully: "The head of the family is serious, Binhan is the son of the head of the family, and he is Zetian's brother, the two are close relatives, Binhan unfortunately died, Zetian has no anger and panic left in his heart, how can he be happy?"

Speaking of this, Jiang Zetian's eyes showed a trace of hatred, as if he really hated the murderer who killed Jiang Binhan.

Jiang Zuomei waved her hand, glanced at Jiang Zetian deeply, stroked her forehead and said, "In the family, your intelligence network has always been relatively well-informed, you help me find out what happened to Binhan, and who killed him?"

Jiang Zetian leaned over, responded softly, and slowly retreated.

However, after Jiang Zetian withdrew from the Destiny Pavilion, the corners of his mouth showed an intriguing smile, and he muttered in a low voice: "I really didn't expect that Jiang Binhan actually had this day, but he didn't know who was sacred, and he dared to kill Jiang Binhan." ”

"But Jiang Binhan is the head of the family after all, and I can't slack off in the investigation, at least I can't do it perfectly in front of Jiang Zuomei. ”

After Jiang Zetian left, Jiang Zuomei slowly collected Jiang Binhan's life card, and then he took out a jade talisman and crushed it.

The fragments of the jade talisman began to surge, and finally began to converge into a white skull, which was the image of a gray-haired old man.

"Zuo Mei, why did you use the natal talisman that the old man gave you?" the white-haired old man frowned slightly.

Jiang Zuomei knelt on one knee on the ground and said with an impassioned expression: "Ancestor, Han'er has been killed! You have to help me check, I know that only you can use your great magic power to predict the past." ”

"Hmm? Binhan was killed? Who is so bold as to dare to kill someone from my Ice and Fire Family, and he is also a descendant. The white-haired old man's gaze suddenly became gloomy, and he said in a deep voice.

"Zuo Mei didn't know that Han'er had my Ice and Fire Clone Talisman on his body, but he was killed, I can't think of anyone who would know that he was the young master of the Ice and Fire Family, and he would be a killer. Jiang Zuomei said with a look of rage.

The white-haired old man's eyes flickered, and he said, "I'll do the math!"

As he spoke, the white hair closed his eyes and kept pinching his hands, and after a while, he opened his eyes, but his brows were furrowed.

"Ancestor, what's wrong?" Jiang Zuomei hurriedly asked.

"I can't figure it out, Binhan's past seems to have been sealed by a force, and I can't figure out who Binhan was killed by at that time. The white-haired old man frowned.

Jiang Zuomei's eyes were startled, and she said: "Ancestor, you can't even count you, but you have already come into contact with the peak powerhouse of the Heavenly Dao's Creation Lord, this kind of trivial matter should be calculated!"

The white-haired old man shook his head and said, "Although the old man has come into contact with the Heavenly Dao, after all, he is not specialized in cultivating the ability of prophecy prophets, he can only simply divination, and Binhan's Heavenly Dao seems to have been blocked by someone, and it is difficult for me to crack it, so I can't calculate it." ”

Jiang Zuomei's eyes showed a look of disappointment, and he said a little dejectedly: "Ancestor, you can't even figure it out, so what should I do? Zhongzhou is too big, and if you want to rely on manpower to investigate, it will be too difficult." ”

"There is still room for this matter, you go to the prophet family, those old guys in the prophet family are all veterans of prediction, especially the prophet family's generation has a goddess, this goddess is very good, she can communicate the prophetic talisman, with the cultivation years are not long, but her prophetic ability is even more terrifying than those old guys of the prophet family. ”

When the white-haired old man said this, he looked at Jiang Zuomei and said, "You can prepare a generous gift to the prophet's family, the truth of this matter can only rely on the prophet's family, if you can ask the goddess to come forward, the truth of this matter will naturally come out." ”

"Okay, the old man is now at a critical moment of retreat, and this matter will be left to you to deal with, if there is no major matter, don't disturb the old man. ”

After speaking, the white-haired old man slowly dissipated, while Jiang Zuomei leaned over and bowed, her eyes revealing a respectful look.

After the white-haired old man completely dissipated, Jiang Zuomei walked out of the Destiny Pavilion, and this time he prepared a big gift and went to the Prophet's family.

When Jiang Zuomei was preparing for the big ceremony, the original prophet family in the north, inside a huge sacrificial tower, the goddess sat quietly on a futon, and in front of her, a huge altar was placed.

"Jiang Zuomei will come to my prophet's family in a while!" the goddess muttered in a low voice.

As soon as she finished speaking, in the shadows behind her, a black-robed man with a grimace mask walked out, and this person smiled and said, "It is worthy of being a goddess, everything is under your control." ”

But the goddess shook her head and said, "You are wrong, there is one person who is difficult to control even if I rely on the prophecy talisman. ”

"Who is it?" said the man in the grimace in surprise.

The goddess didn't answer, she recalled Zhuo Wen's figure in her mind, and she said in a low voice: "This son must be removed as soon as possible, and in the next move, I should also make some ruthless moves, I ...... There are no variables!"