After exchanging pleasantries, Zhuo Wen turned into a rainbow and left Hanming County, but the moment he left, he carried unimaginable murderous intent.
Looking at Zhuo Wen who was drifting away, Lei Tingqin's beautiful eyes flickered and she murmured in a low voice: "It seems that Mr. Zhuo is also a person who enjoys grudges and grudges. The blood demon clan will be in trouble."
With Lei Tingqin's exquisite and clear heart, how could he not guess the purpose of Zhuo Wen's trip?
The Binghuo Family in the Binghuo Mansion, which is seven or eight provinces away from the Xuelian Mansion, is sitting in a huge luxurious attic. Jiang Zuomei is sitting quietly on a seat deep in the hall.
This seat is made of a combination of ice and fire energy, exuding alternating brilliance of fiery red and ice blue.
At this moment, Jiang Zuomei's majestic body began to tremble faintly, and his eyes burst out with a trace of blood red, which was filled with rage.
His eyes fell on the jade talisman in his hand, which had completely shattered.
"The ice and fire avatar that I gave to Han'er was destroyed? Han'er is in big trouble!"
Jiang Zuomei's face was extremely gloomy, and an ominous premonition arose in her heart.
Kick, kick, kick!
Suddenly, the sound of rapid footsteps came from outside the hall, and immediately two soldiers wearing armor walked in in a panic and knelt in front of Jiang Zuomei.
Looking at these two soldiers, the ominous feeling in Jiang Zuomei's heart rose to the extreme. These two soldiers were no strangers to him. They were the guards guarding the Mingpai Pavilion.
The Mingpai Pavilion is a place where the life cards of important people in the family are placed. These two soldiers guard the Mingpai Pavilion all year round. These two guards will only appear when something happens to the life cards in the Mingpai Pavilion.
"What happened?" Jiang Zuomei took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice.
"Master, something bad happened. The young master's life card... is broken..."
One of the soldiers said tremblingly, but his heart was quite bitter.
Jiang Binhan is the young master of the family. He has a very high status and is a strong contender for the future heir of the family. But now his life card has been shattered. This is definitely an unprecedented event in the family.
Moreover, Jiang Binhan is the biological son of the current head of the family, Jiang Zuomei. Jiang Zuomei will definitely be furious after Jiang Binhan's death, and the entire Binghuo family will probably be in turmoil.
Jiangzuo Meihu's body trembled, and immediately his eyes turned extremely red. He clenched his fists tightly and said, "Han'er's life card is broken? I don't believe it!"
With that said, Jiang Zuomei stepped out, like lightning, and disappeared into the hall in an instant.
At the Binghuo Family's Fate Pavilion, many soldiers who were heavily guarded around were in chaos. Jiang Binhan's Fate Pavilion was shattered. They naturally knew that this was a major event. How could they not panic?
Whoosh!
Jiang Zuomei arrived outside the Mingpai Pavilion in an instant, and the panicked soldiers knelt on the ground and said loudly: "Master of the family!"
Jiang Zuomei ignored these soldiers and walked straight into the Mingpai Pavilion. Inside the Mingpai Pavilion, she saw a high platform standing in front, with jade-colored plaques arranged above them. These plaques were the life plaques of important figures in the Binghuo family.
Jiang Zuomei's eyes fell on the fourth row from the top. His eyes quickly fell on a jade plaque. He saw the three words "Jiang Binhan" written on the surface of the jade plaque, which was obviously Jiang Binhan.
’s destiny card.
However, the jade plaque that represents Jiang Binhan has countless cracks on its surface, and its surface is even duller, like a candle left in the wind.
"Han'er..."
Jiang Zuomei walked slowly to the high platform. He stretched out his right hand and gently held the cracked jade token. But the moment he touched the jade token, the cracks on the jade token reached its limit and it immediately broke into countless pieces.
Noodles.
Jiang Zuomei stared at all this blankly. He felt as if his heart had been torn apart. A burning pain invaded, making Jiang Zuomei want to roar and vent.
"Master! What happened in Mingpai Pavilion? Why is it so chaotic?"
Outside the Mingpai Pavilion, a slender figure suddenly walked up. This person stopped at the door of the Mingpai Pavilion, bowed and clasped his fists at Jiang Zuomei's back.
This man was in his twenties, tall and tall, exuding an extremely cold and intimidating aura. He was dressed in a purple robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders, swaying in the wind. He looked indescribably chic and refined.
Jiang Zuomei slowly turned around. At this moment, the rage in his eyes had been replaced by calmness, but this calmness was as cold as ten thousand years of black ice.
The moment this person came into contact with Jiang Zuomei's eyes, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart. What kind of eyes was this? The cold depths were filled with coldness and violence, as if a volcano was about to erupt.
This was the first time that the young man saw Jiang Zuomei showing such an expression, but soon his attention fell on the high platform behind Jiang Zuomei.
When he saw the life tablet representing Jiang Binhan shattered, his pupils shrank unconsciously and he lowered his head slightly, not daring to speak nonsense.
But his heart was full of surprise and shock. Jiang Binhan was the head of the family himself and was deeply loved by Jiang Zuomei. It could be said that Jiang Binhan was Jiang Zuomei's treasure.
But now, after Jiang Binhan's death, the anger in Jiang Zuomei's heart may have reached its extreme, so the young man did not dare to say anything for fear of offending Jiang Zuomei.
Jiang Zuomei glanced at the young man lightly and said coldly: "Zetian, are you feeling quite happy now? Once Han'er dies, you will have one less competitor."
The heroic young man in front of him is Jiang Zetian, one of the two evil geniuses of the Binghuo family. He is extremely talented. He has practiced for no more than three hundred years, and his cultivation has still reached a level beyond the reach of many younger generations.
At this moment, Jiang Zuomei's words made Jiang Zetian's pupils shrink, and he said respectfully: "The head of the family said something serious. Bin Han is the son of the head of the family, and he is Zetian's younger brother. The two are close relatives. Bin Han unfortunately died, and Zetian was not angry at all.
How can you be happy if you are afraid?"
Speaking of this, Jiang Zetian's eyes showed a hint of hatred, as if he really had an extremely hatred for the murderer who killed Jiang Binhan.
Jiang Zuomei waved her hand, took a deep look at Jiang Zetian, stroked her forehead and said: "In the family, your intelligence network has always been relatively well-connected. Can you help me find out what happened to Bin Han? And who killed him.
?”
Jiang Zetian leaned over, responded softly, and then slowly backed away.
However, after Jiang Zetian exited the Ming Pai Pavilion, an intriguing smile appeared on his lips. He murmured in a low voice: "I never expected that Jiang Binhan would have such a day. I just don't know who he is, and he dared to
Kill Jiang Binhan."
"But Jiang Binhan is the family head's son after all. I can't slack off in the investigation, at least I can't do it perfectly in front of Jiang Zuomei."
After Jiang Zetian left, Jiang Zuomei slowly collected Jiang Binhan's life cards, and then he took out a jade talisman and crushed it into pieces.
The jade talisman fragments began to surge continuously, and finally began to gather into a head emitting white light. This head was the image of a gray-haired old man.
"Zuo Mei! Why do you want to use the talisman I gave you?" the white-haired old man said with a slight frown.
Jiang Zuomei knelt on one knee and said with an excited expression: "Ancestor, Han'er has been killed! Please help me check. I know that you are the only one who can use your great supernatural powers to predict the past."
"Huh? Bin Han was killed? Who is so bold that he dares to kill a member of my Binghuo family, and he is also a direct descendant." The white-haired old man's eyes suddenly darkened, and he said solemnly.
"Zuo Mei doesn't know that Han'er possessed my Ice and Fire avatar, but he was killed. I simply can't figure out who would kill him knowing that he was the young master of the Ice and Fire family." Jiang Zuo Meimu said.
Showing an angry look.
The white-haired old man's eyes flickered and he said, "Let me do the math!"
As he said that, the white-haired man closed his eyes and kept kneading his hands. After a while, he opened his eyes and frowned.
"I can't figure out. Bin Han's past seems to have been sealed by a force. I can't figure out who killed Bin Han at that time." The white-haired old man said with a frown.
Jiang Zuomei's eyes were startled and she said: "Ancestor, even you can't figure it out. You have already come into contact with the immortals of heaven. You should be able to figure out such a trivial matter!"
The white-haired old man shook his head and said: "Although I have come into contact with the way of heaven, after all, I do not specialize in the ability of divination. I can only do simple calculations. Moreover, Binhan's way of heaven seems to be blocked by others, and it is difficult for me to crack it, so it does not count.
come out."
Jiang Zuomei's eyes showed disappointment, and he said dejectedly: "Ancestor, even you can't figure it out, so what should I do? China is too big, and it will be too difficult to rely on human power to investigate."
"There is still room for this. You should go to the Prophet family. All the old guys in the Prophet family are experts in divination. Especially, this generation of the Prophet family has a goddess. This goddess is very good. She can actually communicate with the divination saint.
Talisman, she has only been practicing for a short period of time, but her ability to predict is more terrifying than those old guys from the prophet family."
When the white-haired old man said this, he looked at Jiang Zuomei and said: "Prepare a generous gift to the Prophet family. The truth about this matter can only be determined by the Prophet family. If the goddess can be invited to come forward, the truth will naturally come to light.
"
"Okay, I'm in a critical moment of seclusion now. I'll leave this matter to you. If there's nothing important, don't disturb me."
After saying that, the white-haired old man slowly disappeared, while Jiang Zuomei leaned down and bowed, his eyes showing respect.
After the white-haired old man completely dissipated, Jiang Zuomei walked out of the Mingpai Pavilion. This time he prepared a big gift and went to the Prophet's family.
When Jiang Zuomei was preparing for the grand ceremony, inside a huge sacrificial tower of the prophet family in the north, the goddess sat quietly on a futon, with a huge sacrificial altar placed in front of her.
"Jiang Zuomei will come to my prophet family in a while!" the goddess murmured in a low voice.
As soon as she finished speaking, a man in black robes with a ghostly mask walked out of the darkness behind her. The man chuckled and said, "As expected of a goddess, everything is under your control."
Unexpectedly, the goddess shook her head and said: "You are wrong. There is a person who even I can't control with the help of the divination talisman."
"Who is it?" The man in the ghost mask said in surprise.
The goddess did not answer. She recalled Zhuo Wen's figure in her mind, and she whispered: "This piece must be removed as soon as possible. In the next move, I should also make an appropriate move. I... don't need variables!"