After confirming Ye Huang's determination to demolish the Qingcheng Mountain villa, the monk did not hesitate. After agreeing directly, he was ready to turn around and order people to carry out the specific operations.≧,
"Forget it, life and death are determined by fate and wealth. If you demolish a villa, you may not be able to get back those pages. Don't bother with me."
At this moment, Wucha stopped drinking and turned around, with a trace of regret on his face, but not too much sadness or panic about his own life.
"Zha Zi, what are you talking about? What is torment? It's just a villa, how can it be compared to your life?"
Ye Huang said with a cold face and some dissatisfaction.
"Sir, I know you are doing it for me, but there is really no need. Look at the traces of the scroll of the Book of Death. It is obviously not the result of recent tearing. I suspect that the scroll was no longer there before Che'er.
Already."
"Before Che'er tore up the book, the pages in the root volume had already been destroyed? How is this possible? The last time I stepped on the table leg, he was obviously good."
Ye Huang felt a chill in his heart. He had personally inspected this fatal book.
Everything is intact from the outside to the inside. In fact, what originally aroused Ye Huang's interest was not the content of the book, but the fact that it was made very well. The paper was not only strong, but also not easily torn into pieces.
Lose.
What puzzled Ye Huang was that Nangong Che actually used this thing to wipe his butt.
"There is only one possibility. Someone entered your room during this period and stole the last few pages of this fatal book without our knowledge."
Wucha said with certainty.
It may be true that Nangong Che tore up this fatal book to wipe his butt, but the most important thing may not be that he destroyed it.
"Who dares to do this, who can enter this place, which has been strictly fortified?"
Ye Huang was filled with doubts and glanced at the monk, Zhong Fan and the others.
"You two, go and check for me immediately. After I leave Yucheng, no one who is guarding this villa can be missed. Who else may have entered!"
"I'll go right away." Knowing that this was a matter of life and death for Wucha, the monk and Zhongfan didn't dare to be careless.
Wucha had saved both of their lives before, so it would be unjustifiable for him not to work harder at this time.
"It's not very likely that people from the Yanhuang Society will come in with the Book of Death. They don't know what the Book of Death is, unless someone knows the words, but that's very unlikely."
"If it's not them, who else?"
Ye Huang looked at Nangong Qingyin and Nangong Fengling again.
"Do you suspect that someone from our Nangong family took it?" Nangong Qingyin looked at Ye Huang with a somewhat unnatural expression.
She didn't expect this kind of thing to happen at all. Her brother might have caused a big problem, and it might not have been caused by him, but now she couldn't tell who was the culprit, so he could only be regarded as the biggest suspect.
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Ye Huang never said anything, but his sharp eyes made Nangong Qingyin very uncomfortable, as if his whole body was being seen through.
She knew that Ye Huang might not blame his brother for anything, but he might not have some rift with the Nangong family in his heart.
Because of himself and his sister, Ye Huang would choose to forgive, but it was impossible to tell whether Che'er was wronged or not.
"You are wrong. I don't think your Nangong family will take this thing. Will Yanhuang do it? Will your Nangong family follow? There is someone else who took this fatal book!"
Ye Huang said in an unusually firm tone, and at the same time a smile appeared on his face, as if he was no longer worried about anything.
"There are other people, how could you come to this conclusion?"
Nangong Fengling asked with a frown on the side.
Although he also believed that no one in the Nangong family should take the fatal book, there was no evidence to prove it after all.
"Because someone left a handwriting and said that he took this thing. Cha Zi, that senior asked you to wait for a while. After he studies this thing, he will return it to you when he comes back. He also predicted that you will never die young.
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While saying this, Ye Huang handed the fatal book in his hand to Wucha.
"Senior, you mean Uncle Ye's master?"
Wucha was stunned at first, and then realized who Ye Huang was talking about.
The latter's skill is related to creation. It is said that he was from the same era as Zhang Sanfeng, and it is very likely that the other party accepted his apprentice very early. His strength and research on Feng Shui are almost unparalleled in the world.
Wucha felt much calmer when he thought that this person might have "borrowed" these pages of the Book of Death.
The other party left a line of very clear writing on the back of the Book of Death, which means that the Book of Death is a divine object that defies heaven.
When he was rehearsing the world, he luckily figured out a secret, and finally found Ye Huang's Qingcheng Mountain villa, and obtained the fatal book from it. He also said that he took the fatal book to help himself avoid a disaster.
When the rapeseed flowers bloom in Chongqing next year, I will return this fatal book and predict that it can save Wucha's life."
It was a small talk, but it revealed a powerful message.
Not only has the counter-attack strength reached a terrifying level, but it has also been able to deduce some specific abilities regarding a certain matter, making it very powerful in deducing secrets.
Such a terrifying master is probably rare to see in this world.
"It turns out it was borrowed by senior, so I'm relieved." Heaving a sigh of relief, Wu Cha looked at Emperor Ye, "Sir, it's better to let Brother Monk and the others come back. It's a false alarm after all."
"Haha, this senior is really scary. He even considered you coming to get this thing."
Ye Huang nodded, feeling horrified in his heart.
Wucha said that he only had less than half a year to live, and with the life force taken from the first half of the Book of Death, he could live until the other party returned the Book of Death.
When the two heavenly books merge into one, Wucha can truly seize the vitality of the world and let his vitality last for decades or even hundreds of years.
"There are always some experts in this world that we cannot understand. I never thought at the time that I could deduce some crises. I always felt that what grandpa said was all false, but now it has been proven one by one."
Shaking his head, Wucha also sighed with emotion.
"Anyway, now everyone's suspicions have been cleared, and everyone is happy. Che'er, don't you kid run into my room for nothing in the future. Then you will be the scapegoat, so don't blame me."
He patted Nangong Che on the head. In fact, he was a little afraid that this kid was playing tricks and making things worse.
In the end, because the matter was so important, the child felt a shadow in his heart.
"Brother-in-law, I will never dare to do it again. The look in your eyes just now was so scary, as if you wanted to kill someone." Nangong Che whispered.
"Really? Then do you know that if the pages you tore off really mattered a lot, you would have killed someone else?"
