The old man paused and then said, "Apart from the fourth one, yours is the only one that smells like hibiscus powder."
Yan Feishou was shocked!
Unexpectedly, he was so cunning and cunning as to sprinkle something on the funeral pyre!
"Still telling the truth?!"
"Ancestor, calm down!"
Yan Feishou turned around and knelt down, begging with a look on his face, "It was the disciple's greed that made him a big mistake. I hope my ancestor can spare my disciple this time for the sake of my loyalty for so many years!"
Yan Fei Shou kowtows repeatedly.
The old man was unmoved, "Then tell me, Fourth Brother, was it you who killed him?"
"No! No! How dare this disciple do such a heinous and unethical thing? When the disciple arrived last night, the Fourth Patriarch was already dead. This is absolutely true, and the disciple would never dare to lie! The disciple was extremely frightened at the time and thought
It was too late to save people, but later I was too scared, so I ran away..."
"lie!"
"Everything I said is true! I didn't lie!"
"Since you weren't the one who killed him, why did you run away?" The old man said with a stern look.
"At that time, there was only one disciple around the Fourth Patriarch. The disciple couldn't explain anything. He was afraid that people would think it was me. He panicked and ran away. But when he came back to his senses and wanted to return, there was already chaos outside..."
Yan Feishou carefully looked at his expression, but couldn't tell whether the ancestor believed it or not.
He was worried and secretly regretted that he had been careless! The ancestor was always thoughtful, he should have thought of it long ago!
"Ancestor, please forgive me this time! I really know that I was wrong!" Yan Feishou begged bitterly.
"Where's Fen Shang?"
"Here! The disciple has never moved."
Yan Feishou immediately offered Fen Shang with both hands, with a respectful expression.
The old man took it and looked it up and down.
Yan Feishou said cautiously, "This disciple also planned to find an opportunity to hand it over to the elder, but you have been busy all day, ancestor, and the disciple did not dare to disturb..."
The old man glanced sharply at Yan Feishou, then suddenly leaned over and grabbed his neck!
"Do you think I am so easy to fool?"
"Uuwu... Ancestor... I didn't..."
Yan Feishou's body was lifted up, and he kicked his feet in the air, trying to struggle, but the hand on his neck was like an iron palm, as heavy as a stone, and he couldn't break free at all.
"I have all your ideas on my head. Isn't your ambition small?"
"Ahem, no..."
Yan Feishou's eyes bulged, his face turned red from holding back his breath, and he was breathing more and less.
Death is approaching.
A feeling of suffocation hit him, and just when he felt that he was bound to die, the hand on his neck suddenly let go.
Yan Feishou fell to the ground, breathing heavily, and his body was shaking slightly.
"Many, thank you ancestor for not killing me..."
"Yan Fei Shou, I will give you a way to survive."
"Please give me some advice, ancestor."
"Fenshang disappeared inexplicably. I haven't been here tonight either. Do you understand what I mean?"
Yan Feishou understood immediately, "Disciple understands, ancestor, don't worry, I don't know anything, and I haven't seen anything..."
"very good."
The old man was satisfied.
After he left, Yan Feixing slowly stood up.
The original expression of panic and fear disappeared in an instant, leaving only a sinister look!
Bang!
Yan Feishui smashed the rosewood table in front of him with one palm, his eyes full of murderous intent!
Damn it! Damn them all! How dare you threaten him?!
…
"It's really a lot of fun."
Here, Bai Zegang and Ling Xuewei witnessed this wonderful show. Ling Xuewei was a little surprised by this result, but it was also expected.
"Two old foxes."
Indeed.
The reason why the old monster chose not to publicly announce to everyone that Yan Feishou had stolen the black blade was to make the black blade continue to disappear and make this case completely a "mystery".
In this way, no one will know that the black blade is in his hand, so he can naturally take it as his own.
And Yan Feishui's "show of weakness" this time also performed vividly.
In just two days, this show happened one after another, and it was extremely exciting.
Who would have thought that a sword is like putting a sheep into a pack of wolves, causing the wolves to fight and kill each other.
This is just a black blade, if it is Pure Lotus Glass Fire...
The human heart is the most ugly.
He is also the best at disguise.
Only in front of the bait will their disguises peel off layer by layer, revealing their truest appearance.
…
Another day passed, but there was still no news of the burning.
This sword is inside the Thousand Emperors Sect. Could it be that it has disappeared for no reason?
The five monsters all felt that something was fishy. After the old man called everyone for a meeting, they left. The second one looked back at his calm look, his eyes flashing slightly.
After he came out, he went to the underground ice palace. The corpse of his fourth brother was placed there. He asked his disciples to retreat and opened the crystal coffin. This kind of ice coffin can preserve the body permanently, plus the underground ice
A cold environment is more suitable for placement after death.
"It's a pity... Fourth brother, second brother came to see you, but it's a pity that you died inexplicably like this. Don't worry, second brother will avenge you, you can go with peace of mind..."
He patted his fourth brother's hand gently, his expression was like that of a gentle brother, feeling extremely sad for his dead brother.
He died tragically due to bleeding from all his orifices, but at this moment his appearance had been tidied up, the blood had been wiped off, and he had put on clean clothes.
He was taking care of his fourth brother's clothes and hair. At this moment, he suddenly discovered that his nose was a little white.
When he looked closer, he realized that it seemed to be some kind of powder. He immediately picked some out with a needle, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it.
There was a dark glint in his eyes.
The two monsters came out of the Ice Palace and immediately returned to their residence. After rummaging in the study for a long time, they finally found a book of forbidden arts. After rummaging for a long time, he finally found what he was looking for.
I see.
Celestial incense.
No wonder the fourth brother died suddenly and suddenly. It turned out that someone secretly acted to hasten his death.
This Tiancan incense is hard to come by. It is said in the book that in order to prepare this incense, at least more than 60 kinds of rare spices are needed... and exquisite skills are required. In the entire Qiandi Sect, no one has such skills.
Three people.
However, the only ones who can make incense with such conditions are...
Haha, that's quite interesting.
When Yan Feishou returned to his residence, he saw the two ancestors coming.
"See Ancestor. Why are you here? Do you have something to give me?"
"I was just walking around casually, and I didn't intend to come to your courtyard. I came in to see you."
Yan Feishou's eyes flashed slightly, "Ancestor, please sit down."
The two of them sat down and talked about some of the sect's immediate affairs. After a moment, he changed the topic and said, "By the way, I remember that you are proficient in incense refining?"
Yan Feishou poured the tea for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.
"It's not that I'm good at it, it's just my pastime in my spare time that makes my ancestor laugh."
The second monster smiled and glanced at the incense burner on the table, "This is the spice you prepared? It has a faint smell, mellow and refreshing, it is indeed a good craftsmanship."