Then his face darkened and he continued: "I believe you all know the difference between me and my eldest brother. If you believe people's lies and become my enemy, then don't blame me for being ruthless."
These villagers had received a lot of favors from Xiao Tianlong when he was alive, and they all knew the strangeness of Xiao Tianlong's death. Now Xiao Donghu's words were reasonable and he had nothing to do with it.
Everyone knew how powerful Xiao Donghu was, so naturally they didn't want to make him angry, so they unconsciously took two steps back and started talking among themselves.
Xiao Donghu didn't care about that much. After speaking, he turned around, waved to Qingyong and Xiaozizi, squatted down, turned Hu Santou's body around, and observed it carefully.
Hu Santou's face was bruised and bruised beyond recognition, but the fatal wound was the one on his neck. Xiao Donghu gestured with his hand. The wound was about two to three centimeters wide and penetrated the entire neck.
, cut the trachea.
Fu Qingyong looked at it and said: "He is a master of swordsmanship. He knows his position very accurately and his attacks are sharp. He kills with one knife, cleanly. He also seemed very unhappy with Hu Santou. Before killing him, he even beat him up."
pause."
Xiao Donghu nodded and said softly: "Think about it, are there any sword masters in this town or other villages? This person pretended to be me and killed Hu Santou. He just wanted to force me to leave. Why did he force me to leave?
What? It means that he has something to do with my eldest brother’s death, and I am afraid that I will find out, so I will find him out."
Fu Qingyong frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Not really. The other villages are all Miao people. The knives used by the Miao people are different from us. The blades are slightly longer and the shape is curved, so they cannot create such wounds. This
The wounds were clearly caused by the daggers and short-blade knives commonly used by us Han people. As far as I know, there are only two people in our town who can master this kind of knife skills, one is you and the other is Brother Tianlong."
Xiao Donghu pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice: "There is one more."
Fu Qingyong was stunned and asked casually: "Who?"
Xiaozizi suddenly interrupted: "Look, Hu Santou seems to have something in his hand."
Xiao Donghu hurriedly leaned over and took a closer look. Hu Santou's right hand was clenched into a fist, and a piece of paper was exposed from the fist hole, but it had already been stained red by blood, so he couldn't see it just now.
Fu Qingyong hurriedly stretched out his hand to open the flap, but it was not easy to open it when the joints were stiff. Xiao Donghu snorted coldly and asked Fu Qingyong to get out of the way. When he turned his hand, a cold light flashed, and Hu Santou and four fingers were pinched.
It was cut off and scattered on the ground, and the piece of paper also fell off.
Xiao Donghu stretched out his hand and picked it up. When he unfolded it, he found a fragment of paper with two words written vertically on it: "Shangdi".
"Go to the ground? What do you mean?" Coyotito looked confused.
Fu Qingyong looked back at the old man and whispered: "The old man must know, but he can't tell us."
Xiao Donghu casually put the note into his pocket, turned around and said to the old man: "Old man, I have killed Hu Santou. As for the body, you can dispose of it if you like. If you don't, just leave it here. I have to leave now."
." After saying that, he waved to Qingyong and Coyotito and walked toward the town in a swagger.
Old Mrs. Zhu rolled his eyes angrily and almost lost his breath. Wang Shunshui, who came next to him, hurriedly supported the old Mr. Zhu, stretched out his hand to caress the old Mr.'s back, and said with a smile: "You are busy with your business."
, you are busy with your business, we will deal with Hu Santou's body, we will deal with it."