Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 271 The owner came to call the parents.

Different from the previous incident where the demon cultivator hurt people and seized treasures, all the monks in the Saikou market were wiped out, and the Nanhuai Chu family was also involved. This is already a provocation to all famous and righteous families.

The clans and sects that had already left rushed back one after another. I heard that even asking about the owner of Xianshan Villa was alarmed, and they were on their way.

This matter involved many sects of Moxiu, and Ji Zhaixing was not in a hurry to leave for a while, but stayed and continued to inquire, so as not to be held in the wrong place.

The cultivation families who came one after another were a little surprised when they saw Ji Zhaixing. They felt that they couldn't tell the history, so they were very wary, so Feng Jian introduced them to them.

"This is—" Feng Jian remembered at this moment, he had shaken out his details, but he didn't ask the boy's name.

Ji Zhai Xing said: "You can call me Daoist Xing."

He only said coldly and didn't introduce his background, looking quite arrogant.Feng Jian didn't mind, he saw that even the group of monks who restrained their bones just now and seemed to be under the command of Ji Zhaixing had unfathomable cultivation.I thought that Ji Zhaixing was the heir of some hidden family, and it was normal to be a little arrogant.After all, he is a pure-minded Taoist friend, so he introduces it to others like this.

For the face of Patriarch Feng, the people in charge of other sects will not intentionally cause trouble and get to the bottom of it.

After many righteous families had sent people, they began to discuss the source of the tragedy.

Almost half of the people here thought that the scene of the murder was very horrific, the murderer's methods were cruel, and his heart was violent, most of them were evil cultivators.

Among them, the most eloquent one was Mu Huang, the head of the Muling Sect. He speculated about himself without changing his face, and almost described the murderous scene of the demon cultivator vividly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.He also said: "With such a cultivation level and cruel sect, if you don't think otherwise, it should be the work of the Blood Slaughter Alliance—"

The subordinate behind Ji Jiexing let out a sneer.

Mu Huang paused, his face flushed slightly, and there was a hint of sinisterness in his eyes.In fact, he locked onto who was making the ridicule in an instant, and seeing that it seemed to be a little-known sect, he dared to speak out: "Whoever your Excellency wants to have an opinion, you can speak from the position of an old man."

Didn't get any response.

Even those decent heads just rolled their eyelids lazily.

Mu Huang's status in the righteous way of the cultivation world has always been awkward, the strength of the Muling Sect is not weak, and Mu Huang himself is good at dancing and has a high level of cultivation, so it is not a character that offends others.However, his background as the head of the sect was not correct, he stole the skills of his mentor and the treasures of the sect, and used them to establish a sect.Later, he came back to life under the name of passing on the skills to ordinary monks and leaving him a legacy, and the Wood Spirit Sect became one of the sects with a large number of disciples. However, the heads of those aristocratic families who knew his details still looked at him. Not eye-catching.

Amidst the embarrassment, Feng Jian softened her heart and answered the words for him: "Master Mu is right, but what evidence is there?"

evidence?

Mu Huang thought it was quite funny, and asked his subordinates to lead a monk.

The monk was extremely thin and pale, and he was carried up by someone.

Mu Huang said: "Dear fellows, please take a look—"

As he spoke, he patted the cultivator's Tianmen lightly, and saw a blurry image floating on the cultivator's head, which was not very clear, but the eyesight of a cultivator is good, it is not hindered.

It was he who was arguing about the spiritual herb with a female cultivator, and the female cultivator lifted her veil, she was the notorious Yinshan widow.

The widowed mother cut off his tongue and snatched away the spirit grass, then turned and left with a swaying figure.

Mu Huang said again: "This is the memory of that monk, and it will never be faked. It is indeed a demon cultivator playing tricks!"

Some heads already frowned slightly.

It's not because the widowed mother was ruthless, but Mu Huang just used the dementing technique, which is usually used to interrogate the most heinous people. Because it does great damage to the soul, the monk was demented more than twice, I'm afraid The way is useless.

In the silence, Ji Zhaixing suddenly said: "What does this have to do with the murder of the Blood Slaughter Alliance?"

Mu Huang looked at him with a frivolous expression: "Which family is this junior? It's rare and strange. Who doesn't know that the widowed mother of Yinshan is the pawn of the blood-killing alliance."

Ji Zhaixing's subordinates couldn't hold back, "Fart."

Mu Huang: "..."

He had a dark face, "If the junior doesn't know how to teach his subordinates, I can do it for him."

Ji Zhaixing said slowly, "That's right."

His words were obviously in agreement with his subordinates.

Before Mu Huang was furious, Ji Jiexing got up and said, pointing to the soul-destroyed monk: "The widow of Yinshan cut his tongue, but left a life. In the future, when he cultivates diligently, he may have a chance to regenerate his flesh and blood. Snatched away [-] spirit grasses, but threw out a storage pouch. If you guess correctly, it should be the spirit stone corresponding to the price of the spirit grass. If anyone is cruel and cruel, he will be the murderer. I think the wooden door master used it four times on him The soul-absorbing technique has caused this cultivator to be incomplete, and he will not be able to practice reincarnation in the future, but it is even more brutal."

Ji Zhuixing paused, his face under the bamboo hat slightly bent his lips, but his expression was cold: "Could it be that Mumen mainly identified himself as the murderer?"

"One, what a bunch of nonsense!" Mu Huang was slightly taken aback, not knowing how the boy saw that he had used the Dementia Curse four times.His face was so dark that it was about to ooze water, and as soon as he raised his sleeve, he shot out a magic weapon to kill his mouth.

Feng Jian's expression changed.

The demon cultivator of the Blood Slaughter League showed his murderous intent at that moment, and stood in front of the leader, only seeing Mu Huang's lifeline. When he was about to make a move, he saw Mu Huang's magic weapon was blown away by a gust of fragrant wind, and returned intact. went back.

The female cultivator in red stepped on the magic weapon with a smile, and her long snow-white legs could be seen when she looked up.Standing on a high place, she said softly: "Oh, after so many years, Zhengdao finally met someone with a good brain."

Other orthodox monks: "..."

has been affected.

The Blood Killing Alliance demon cultivator sighed.Alas, the last hope of the righteous way is also us demon cultivators.

The widowed mother of Yinshan, wearing a red gauze hat, jumped down enchantingly, "Huanggou, you can see clearly. I haven't killed anyone for a long time, and I'm afraid of things when I'm old. At best, I'll clean him up for his rude words, don't be a shit Buckle it all on my wife's head."

Although she can cope with being chased by several sects, she is not easy to be the target of public criticism, and she is worried every day.

Although no one could see it, Yin Shan's widowed mother still gave Ji Zhai Xing a glance: "This little brother is still sensible."

Ji Zhaixing didn't see it, and still said calmly: "...She doesn't have that ability either. When we arrived at Saikou Market, we checked the monks' spiritual weapons, most of them were in good condition with no traces of use. Killing within the move. Even the Blood Slaughter Alliance, there are only a handful of demon cultivators who can do this."

Behind Ji Jiexing, his subordinates bowed their heads in guilt.

"What's more, those monks have all their belongings in good condition. The widowed mother of Yinshan is struggling and owes the Blood Slaughter Alliance [-] high-grade spirit stones. If she helps commit the murder, she will definitely have nothing left. How could she leave those monks with their belongings? .”

The widowed mother of Yinshan, who was originally smiling, froze slightly, her eyes slightly astonished.

"The corpses of those monks were incomplete after death. I thought they were poached by the perpetrators, but now I think about it," Ji Jiexing said calmly, "It's not so much that they were poached, it's better to say that those wounds were eaten out .”

Feng Jian suddenly thought of something, his expression turned ugly, he looked at Ji Zaixing, and intentionally stopped him: "Fellow Daoist Xing..."

The fingertips brushed against Ji Zhaixing's sleeve, and it was cold to the touch, but he didn't grab anything.

Ji Zhaixing took a step forward, seemingly not seeing Feng Jian's embarrassment, "Only the three of them survived, and if there is one thing in common among the three monks, it is that they all have a strong smell—I I just remembered that it is the smell of the herb, which is often used to hide one's own breath, so as not to be noticed by monsters."

There were only those monks with no deep family background present, and they still looked as usual, but asked strangely: "Daoyou, what do you mean by monsters?"

Ji Zhaixing shook his head, "It's not a monster."

There is no such powerful and bloodthirsty monster in this world.

Including Feng Jian, many of them have already guessed what it is, not a monster.

It's just that no one dared to admit that the monster race that had been sealed in another realm long ago, could see the light of day again today.

Mu Huang's face twitched slightly, the fat on his face trembled, and his narrow eyes suddenly opened wide.After a long while, he collected his expression, and said with a ferocious face: "Don't deceive people here! I think you are here to excuse Moxiu, maybe you are an undercover agent sent by Moxiu to deliberately confuse the facts here—"

Ji Zhuixing smiled lightly.

The voice was nice, and he said in a casual tone: "Yes."

Mu Huang was stunned for a moment, he was so blocked that he couldn't speak, and his face became even more ugly.But no matter who it was, they didn't take Ji Zhaixing's words seriously, at least Feng Jianjian was very worried at this time, sighed and looked at Mu Huang, with a slight warning: "Master Mumen, be careful."

Mu Huang's face was pale, and the widowed mother of Yinshan laughed and stabbed him deliberately: "Huang dog, Huang dog, you really can't be changed..."

The expression of the widowed mother of Yinshan changed, and suddenly she couldn't care less about swearing, she quickly disappeared, and she wanted to use magic to leave—just kidding, she dared to show up because she was sure that no one would catch the children present She, but now that she can be caught, she doesn't dare to be arrogant.

For a magic cultivator like them, life is more important than "clean name".

Not long after escaping, the widowed mother was suddenly hit on the shoulder by something, her hands were slightly numb, and she took only one step slowly before being grabbed by the collar.

She was startled, and hated herself for insisting on joining in the fun.The bamboo hat fell off, and the widowed mother raised her face, feeling aggrieved: "Ah, the second village owner is very busy, so he also came to join in the fun?"

"Long time no see." Ji Chen Feng smiled warmly, as if the person in front of him was also a lively and fragrant beauty, and could win him a bit of sympathy, Ji Chen Feng sincerely greeted, "Are you here to tease the children again?"

Yin Shan's widowed mother: "..."

It’s over.

Make you cheap!

He didn't see him, but he heard his voice. Ji Jiexing, who had a calm expression, immediately took a step back when he heard the voice, and became very quiet.