Mozun is Running Away From Marriage Every Day (Everyday, the Demon Lord is Escaping His Marriage) - Chapter 15

“Huh?” Murong Sa jumped up in shock, “The Zuo Qi who was beaten by Brother Hua?”

“Is there anyone besides him?” Hua Che cast his eyes down for a moment, and he was a little more frustrated than panicked.

I wanted to eat, drink, play and wait to die, but the troubles continued.

Zuo Qi died inexplicably, and the Shangqing Immortal Gate ran to the Lingxiao Palace to raise the teacher and ask him for his crimes.

Could it be that they suspected that they killed Zuo Qi?

What a joke!

“Big brother, don’t worry.” Hua Che casually looked at Wen Yuan, who was sweating all over, “I am clear and I am clear.”

Always, Shangqing came to the door and couldn’t let the master and the old man face it alone.

Hua Che immediately went to the Lingxiao Pavilion, and as expected, it was lively there.

Zhuang Tian’s lips and tongue sword said: “You said that my bachelor killed the noble disciples. Is there any evidence? What about the physical evidence? My bachelor has been at the teacher’s gate these days and has never been out. There are witnesses all over the door. You can just use your mouth to make a fool of yourself. I’m wronged, the Shangqing family has a big cause, but you have to make some sense, right?”

Long-nosed Jianxiu sneered: “Not to mention that you are all in the same group. The testimony is not credible. Just say that he has been at the teacher’s gate, Zhuangzhang, are you sure he has been at the teacher’s gate and has not gone out? Left? The younger brother had a different head on July 15th. Do you dare to swear by the heavens that Hua Che was at the teacher’s gate that day?”

Zhuang Tian is speechless.

“Where did Zuo Qi die?” Hua Che stepped across the threshold and walked away.

Lu Yao hesitated to speak, and looked nervously at Long Nose Jian Xiu.

Long-nosed Jianxiu sneered and said, “Oh, come out? I thought you would be a tortoise and dare not show up!”

“I didn’t kill anyone, so why didn’t I dare to show up?” Hua Che slandered in his heart, even if he killed someone, he would dare to show up!

Lu Yao said: “Brother Zuo Qi died in Mingyue Valley.”

Hua Che smiled knowingly: “It’s true that I’m not at the teacher’s door in July and a half. Master gave us a break that day, and I went back to Hangzhou to visit relatives.”

Long-nosed sword repair: “Personal testimony?”

Hua Che said loudly: “Drunk all the people in the building, as well as the city of Hangzhou, the son of Qian.”

“Drunk all over the building!?” Long-nosed Jianxiu was stunned. When he reacted, his face was full of disgust and sarcasm, “Okay! A century-old Lingxiao Palace, the fairy monk, who didn’t concentrate on pure cultivation, and ran away like that. In the place of pickling, listen to some lavish sounds! This is the gate rules of the Lingxiao Palace, this is the tutor of the head of Zhuang!”

“Hey!” Hua Che frowned, “It’s my business to go to the drunk building. What does it have to do with my master? Besides, what is the gate of the Lingxiao Palace? What is it about you? The title of “The First Sect of the Immortal Dao” can be used to control the world and the earth!”

Long nose sword repair: “You!”

“Yes!” Murong Sa shouted loudly, “Warn you to keep your mouth clean! Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is!”

“Hehe.” Long Nose Sword Xiu sneered, and looked at Hua Che from head to toe, with a louder laughter, “Yes, it’s no wonder! I know you, Hua Che Hua Qingkong, a brothel prostitute, the son of a prostitute, My father doesn’t know who it is. I have been living in that smoky place since I was a child, so it’s no wonder that I was stained with filth. I was born humble and perverted, and it’s not surprising that I would commit murder and arson.”

When this was said, everyone in the lobby was shocked.

They only knew that Hua Che had an extraordinary origin, and his mysterious cultivation base did not know where he started. His face resembled a fascinating face, a figure resembling a Zhilan Yushu, with superb vibe and outstanding conversation. He should be a distinguished noble son in his family.

How can I think of…

Hua Che himself did not get angry. Compared with being criticized, the wronged family and friends around him can actually arouse his anger. From childhood to adulthood, the four words that I heard the most were “son of a whore”. At the beginning, he would still be angry, but now the early days have faded.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Tian furiously aside: “Little bastard! Do you dare to insult my disciple, beware of your dog teeth!”

Chu Binghuan shook Hua Che’s wrist and led Hua Che to Long Nose Jianxiu. His cold eyes were like a cold pool covered in dust for thousands of years, bottomless and without the slightest temperature. Although his voice is not loud, he faintly suppresses the sharp edge: “Apologize.”

Long-nosed Jianxiu seemed to hear a big joke: “I apologize? I apologize to him?”

“Either immediately apologize now, or…” Chu Binghuan held a silver needle between his fingers, “You will never have to apologize anymore.”

Chu Binghuan had a hundred ways to make him dumb.

Long-nosed Jianxiu shivered all over, and instantly calculated countless possibilities in his mind.

Does he dare to kill himself?

He is a high disciple of the Shangqing Immortal Sect, a big disciple of Qianyang Elder Sect! If there is any difference between him, the elder Qianyang will not ignore it, and the head teacher will not let it go!

But, this person is Chu Binghuan, the eldest son of Yuntian Water Mirror.

A future successor of Yuntian Shuijing, a little disciple of the Shangqing Xianmen.

Long-nosed Jianxiu overflowed with cold sweat behind his back. He struggled to hold up his hands and bowed slightly: “Flower, Playboy atones for your sins, I’m gumbled.”

Hua Che looked at Chu Binghuan, slightly startled in his heart.

Lu Yaohao was frightened for a while.

The long-nosed sword repaired calmly, and said: “One yard is one yard, even if the **** is in Hangzhou, but Mingyue Valley is less than a hundred miles away from Hangzhou, it is impossible for you to kill someone and return to the original place casually. Everyone knows that you and Zuo Qi clashed on Qingcheng Peak, so you…”

“I have a suspicion.” Hua Che said for him, “In this way, I will cooperate with the search obediently, okay?”

Lu Yao grabbed the long nose and said, “Clear sky, I believe you. If you can help investigate the murderer who killed Zuo Qi, that would be great.”

He respectfully saluted: “Thank you to playboy, Zuo Qi, who died on my behalf.”

The matter still had to be resolved. Hua Che went down the mountain with them, and Chu Binghuan insisted on following, and Murongsa and Lin Yan were not far behind. Zhuang Tian thought for a while, and the fate’s disciple Wen Yuan followed along. Wen Yuan was worried about them and naturally couldn’t ask for it.

The mighty group of people followed Lu Yao and Long Nose to Mingyue Valley.

According to the brothers who were traveling with Zuo Qi, they acted separately and did not see who killed Zuo Qi. They only heard Zuo Qi’s cry for help from a distance, shouting “It’s you”, “Don’t come over”, and “Help.” Wait for the vague words, and the creepy screams.

“Acquaintances, make enemies with Zuo Qi.” Long Nose said while looking at Hua Che.

Murong Sa muttered: “Just Zuo Qi’s nasty temper, so many people have enemies with him, right?”

There was a pool of blood in the place where Zuo Qi died, with broken bones and rotten meat attached to the blood. As soon as Hua Che glanced at it, Lu Yao reminded: “He has been digged.”

Chu Binghuan: “Demon repair?”

The immortal monks used swordsmanship to kill people, specializing in golden core, squeezing or draining the true essence.

The monks of the magic way like the spirits, specially extract the souls from the human body, which is convenient for cultivation.

Only the demon cultivator is too obsessed with the heart, always digging into the heart, making it bloody.

Hua Che thoughtfully, looking at the **** floor and muttering to himself: “It hurts to dig out the heart.”

Lu Yao didn’t understand what Hua Che was talking about. He hesitated for a moment before saying: “I can take you to see Zuo Qi’s body.”

Just go.

Zuo Qi’s corpse was several times more tragic than Hua Che and others imagined.

Not to mention a blood hole in his chest, all the internal organs on his body were hollowed out, and the words “intestinal puncture” was just right.

Lin Yan had never seen this **** scene at a young age. He covered his mouth and vomited. It took him a long time to relax: “Couldn’t it be a beast or something…” On the surface it does look like being gnawed by a beast. .

As a doctor, Chu Binghuan didn’t need to do an autopsy. He used his true essence to probe, and said: “The golden core is broken, the soul is separated, and the spiritual sense is exhausted.”

The dead can’t die anymore.

“According to the wound, it was not caused by the gnawing of the jackal beast, it should have been dug out alive by a sharp object.” Chu Binghuan pointed out his hand.

It’s five fingers digging out your heart.

“This is not just as simple as killing people and taking souls.” Hua Che looked at the long nose and said, “The murderer hates him deeply. He and I are only one-sided, although there is a conflict, but it is not like this.”

Long nose has nothing to say.

Lu Yao: “Clear sky, Master Chu, do you have eyebrows?”

As for the method, Hua Che does have it.

A ghost curse can make the deceased cheat the corpse. As long as the death is less than three days old, the remaining spiritual sense can be mobilized to find the real murderer based on the memory of the corpse.

However, in front of so many people, Hua Che couldn’t use it.

“The demon cultivator eats the heart and eats the golden pill. His soul has been taken away. It can be seen that it is a man in the magic way. The magic cultivators have always been proud of murder, and they will leave without leaving a signature. If you want to come, there is no sect to do the backing. Take a break to get rid of the Fenqing Temple in the Demon Realm.” Hua Che paused, and subconsciously looked at the lonely full moon outside the window, “Two days ago, it was seven and a half months, right?”

Chu Binghuan added in a low tone: “Zhongyuan Ghost Festival.”