In a huge, dark house set up by the organizers, I sat in a light-tight room, leaning against the wall. There were two people standing in front of the door of the room, looking like they wanted to look at me. I wasn't shackled, but it looked pretty polite.

I shouted, "Is there any smoke?" ”

The door opened, but what I didn't expect was that it was the person next to Mr. Tang who walked in, the person who came to pick me up from the shop before, he came over and sat next to me, took out a cigarette from his arms, and sent it to me and said, "It's a little troublesome." ”

I took the cigarette and frowned and asked, "I didn't kill the person." ”

He lit a cigarette for himself, shook his head with a smile and said, "The question is not whether you killed the person, but whether the situation has changed." ”

"The situation?"

I didn't quite understand what he meant.

"There are many organizers of Sanjiang Ghost Town, all of whom are rich and powerful, and Mr. Tang is one of them, but not all of the organizers are in the same spirit, and all forces are holding back and even suppressing each other. Mr. Tang also has many opponents among the organizers of the Sanjiang Ghost Town, one of which is the Haotian family of Qianyuan Mountain. ”

The Haotian family, as its name suggests, is very powerful, and it is said that it has a history of 1,500 years, and it is the ancestor of the first batch of Fangshi. If it is used for comparison, the power of the Haotian family should be three times that of the Ling family, or even more.

"The Fenggu faction has been in the underground business for so long, and it has not been investigated. Do you think they alone can last so long? A sect like Maoshan had known about their actions for a long time, but they had an umbrella above their heads, so they had not been touched. And this umbrella of the Fenggu faction is the Haotian family of Qianyuan Mountain. The Fenggu faction has to hand over at least seventy percent every time it goes out, but even so, the Fenggu faction is still rich, and you know how rich the Haotian family is. ”

He took a puff of his cigarette and continued: "Mr. Tang and the Haotian family have always suppressed each other, judging from the current situation, although they are mutual checks and balances, Mr. Tang is in a slightly disadvantaged position. And you are Mr. Tang's person, although you may not admit it, but in the eyes of the outside world, you are under Mr. Tang's command. Yutian's death is to tell the truth, it is very likely that the Haotian family sent someone to do it, and the purpose is very clear, that is, to use this incident to destroy you and suppress Mr. Tang at the same time. Judging from the situation, this move is very good. If you can defeat Yutian and still be so young, it must be a big problem for the Haotian family. ”

"So what should I do?"

I asked.

"Mr. Tang will naturally not let you die, you can rest assured of this, but you need to cooperate. This time, several organizers will interview you together. When the time comes, you will splash the sewage on the people of the Haotian family, this is the photo, look at the ......"

The man took out a photograph from his pocket and handed it to me, showing a man in his thirties in a black leather coat, with a large back and a less amiable face. Looks a little fierce, and the photo shows him carrying a crossbow behind his back.

"This person's name is Hikaru Ishida, he is an important guest of the Haotian family, he is good at using long-range weapons such as bows and crossbows, you remember his face, and when the time comes, you will splash sewage on him, saying that he did it."

It turned out that I was asked to give false testimony, I nodded slightly, and asked with some anxiety: "Are the organizers so easy to be deceived?" ”

The man cracked his mouth and smiled, shook his head and said, "You are still young after all, remember, in the eyes of this group of rich and powerful people, they don't care who killed Yutian at all." This is a struggle for power, and whoever has more power stands for justice. It doesn't matter who the real culprit is. You remember everything I said! ”

With that, he took the picture back, then walked out of the room with his head down, leaving me alone, pondering the truth that didn't matter to them.

I was locked up in my room for a day, and it wasn't until the next morning that the room was opened and someone shouted at me, "Hey, wake up." ”

"What?"

I opened my eyes and asked.

"Someone wants to see you......"

Walking through the long, dark hallway, I stood in a huge room that could almost be described as dim, with a row of tables in front of it, and I saw Mr. Tang sitting in one of them, while I barely recognized the faces of the others. Sitting in the middle was a man who looked like a monk, proclaimed a Buddha name, nodded slightly to me, and said: "Ba Xiaoshan donor, old man Xuanku, on behalf of the organizer of this Sanjiang ghost town event, I asked you some questions, and you have to answer them truthfully." Do not adulterate. ”

"It's nature."

I nodded.

"Did you fight with the Yutian donor the night before?"

He asked.

I nodded, "Yes." ”

"Was anyone else with us?"

"No, I'm the only one."

"Okay, then did you finally defeat the Yutian donor and kill him?"

The old monk finally got to the point, and after a moment of stunned I said, "I did defeat Yutian, but I didn't kill him, it wasn't me who killed him, but a crossbow arrow shot from his back." The crossbow bolt pierced his throat and killed him instantly. ”

When I said it truthfully, it immediately caused a shock, and the old monk raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then asked, "Then did you see who killed the Yutian benefactor?" ”

Actually, I didn't see it, but according to Mr. Tang's explanation, I should have splashed dirty water on the Haotian family at this time, I raised my head, looked around, and my eyes fell on the man sitting behind the person sitting in the same but different seat as Mr. Tang. This man should be the man in the photo I saw, and the person sitting in front of him should be someone from the Haotian family.

I wanted to follow Mr. Tang's meaning, but for some reason, I felt a little conflicted. This feeling of contradiction grew heavier and heavier, and even affected my choice.

It felt as if after I threw dirty water on that man, I would become completely at the mercy of Mr. Tang, and become one of the many puppets around him.

But I don't want to, at least my heart is telling me not to tie the thread he spilled for myself.

He took a deep breath, raised his head and shouted, "No, I didn't see anyone attacking Yutian. ”

The honest answer caused everyone in the hall to talk about it, and I saw Mr. Tang frown slightly, while the man standing behind him glared at me, obviously surprised.

"In other words, you didn't see anyone kill Yutian, and you said that you didn't kill Yutian yourself. This logic doesn't seem to make sense, does it? ”

The old monk asked suspiciously.

"No, the logic works! Because I had already defeated Yutian when he was shot, and he had no power to fight back at that time, I didn't have to deliberately use crossbow arrows to kill him. Isn't that redundant? ”

I said aloud. But it caused a group of people around me to laugh, and many of them pointed at me and shouted: "Just you, a fledgling boy, are you ashamed to say that you have defeated a good player who has been famous for many years? ”

The laughter grew louder and louder, and I clenched my fists and suddenly roared loudly, "If you don't believe me, then find someone to compete with me!" ”

The sound instantly drowned out all other laughter, and the room fell silent for a moment.

"What did you say?"

The old monk asked with some surprise.

"I say, if you don't believe that I have the strength to defeat Yutian. Then you can send someone you think is suitable to fight with me and see if I have the strength? If I had it, then let me go, and if I didn't, then I'd rather be killed. Which of you will dare to fight me? ”

I looked around at the people around me, and swept the faces of each of them, like a hungry and warlike lion, and like a fighter standing in the middle of the arena mocking the dignitaries.

"We need to discuss this move, please go down and wait."

The old monk didn't make a decision right away, and let people take me down.

Not long after returning to the room, the man next to Mr. Tang hurriedly walked in, and when he saw me, he scolded, "Why didn't you do what I taught you!" ”

"I don't want to."

I spoke.

"You are going against Mr. Tang's will, and you feel good. and openly provoked these rich and powerful people, do you sincerely want to die? ”

The man scolded with a hideous face.

I stood up, took a step forward, stared at him and said, word by word, "There's one thing you have to figure out!" Mr. Tang and I are not superiors and subordinates, but cooperative, so we are equal! Got it? ”