An unfamiliar face.

Rong Sheng thought of the man she saw at the market at night, and she didn't know why, but she didn't know that man, but she felt a little familiar inexplicably.

Or rather, it was those eyes that gave her a familiar feeling.

Turning over on the bed, Rong Sheng quietly looked at the screen in front of him and thought about things.

Suddenly, another face burst into his mind, and Rong Sheng frowned, overlapping the faces of the two in his mind.

Then, it dawned on her, but it was a little incredulous.

"Tongzi, on the day Yin Mo brought me to Changfeng Pavilion, did Jiang Muyan really return to Lin Villa?"

[Yes, but during this period, Jiang Muyan stayed in the Minghua Cave for an hour because he was injured. 】

Rong Sheng raised his eyebrows, "What to do?" ”

[It is said to be to heal.] 】

"When they leave after that, will the number of them be the same as when they came?"

Rong Sheng suddenly asked such a deep question, and the system: [Do I know if I'm swollen? 】

In fact, regardless of whether the system knows it or not, the system will not provide anything that touches on anything other than the main line and branch lines.

So Rong Sheng doesn't pin his hopes on the system.

It's just that she feels that this matter is definitely not that simple, with Jiang Muyan's obsession with immortality, will he really give up such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to leave Minghua Cave?

Rong Sheng didn't believe it, but she hadn't found evidence to prove that Jiang Muyan was still in Minghua Cave.

*

But no one expected that on this night, three clansmen in Minghua Cave were attacked and died on the spot.

When several elders heard the news and came to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion to invite Yin Mo to the ancestral hall, the sky was just white.

With a "whoosh-" sound, the door of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion opened, and a man in a white robe appeared in sight.

Looking at the few elders standing outside the door, Yin Mo's eyebrows frowned, and his expression was a little cold, "What's the matter?" ”

"Sect Master, someone sneaked into the hall at night and killed three scholars." The leader elder said bitterly.

Yin Mo's expression changed, and he walked out of the house with one step on his long legs.

After closing the door, Yin Mo glanced at the elder sideways and strode forward, "Take me over." ”

"Yes, Sect Master."

*

Ancestral temple.

When Yin Mo arrived, he saw that in the lobby, three corpses were neatly arranged, and at this time, the corpse was covered with a white cloth, and when he approached, the smell of blood immediately came to his nose.

There were women crying around, and when they saw Yin Mo coming, their cries changed from sobbing to crying.

"Sect Master, you must be the master for us."

"Yes, my son is only forty-four in his twenties, and he has not yet married and had children, and now he ...... Ah, I don't want to live anymore. ”

In the ancestral hall, the families of several scholars fell into a state of grief and pain.

The elders who came with Yin Mo could only try their best to appease them, and looked at the center of the hall, at this time, Yin Mo stood next to a corpse, his expression was cold and calm, and his upper hand slowly lifted the white cloth on the corpse.

A cold face that had long since lost its color of blood just broke into view.

And down, there was a deep knife mark on the man's neck.

The teacher of the school also came, and he added on the side: "Sect Master, these three scholars were all slashed with knives. ”

I don't know which tribesman was so fierce that he did this to them.

Myeonghwadong has always been known for its kindness and simplicity, and the people have always been friendly and helpful to each other, similar to such a murderous thing as killing people, and this is the first time in hundreds of years.