"Bang pound!"

"Ouch!"

Those who were slightly calm just stuck their heads out of the window and looked around nervously. More people were startled and hurried into the lobby, causing the whole inn to be in chaos.

Most of the people on the third floor ran downstairs as hard as they could, with Xiang Xue and Rong Yi the only ones running in the opposite direction.

It was impossible to perform Qing Kung in a crowded situation. Xiang Xue almost lost his patience due to his irritation, and wanted to just use the wind of his palm to clear a path.[

Suddenly, a vague and strange fragrance passed by, and was caught by Xiang Xue's sensitive nose. He stopped and looked back.

A woman whose face is covered with fine white gauze, but why does she smell like that "thing"...

"Let go!"

The steps he was about to pursue were stopped by the big palms that locked his wrists. His beautiful eyebrows were raised impatiently, and he shouted softly.

"The young master of the Yuan family is more important."

Although that woman was most likely the culprit who caused the trouble, protecting Yuan Yizhi is the most important thing now. He is dead. This injustice will only be blamed on Rong Yi and Xiang Xue who were traveling with him.

He hesitated for a few seconds. Then he twisted his arm and freed himself from Rong Yi's restraint: "I understand. Go up first."

In less than a quarter of an hour, the third floor of Lai Fu Tower, where the most splendid "Tian" and "Di" rooms were located, was in a mess.

In Room No. 1 with the word "Tian", even though Yuan Yizhi came from a martial arts family and was much more courageous than ordinary people, his face was filled with shock and a little guilt.

Following Yuan Sanshao's slightly dull gaze, Rong Yi and Xiang Xue arrived one after another and saw Cao Rong who had just screamed.

A corpse.

Except for his bruised and slightly swollen face, there were no unnecessary wounds on Cao Rong's body, at least as far as the naked eye could see. His two eyes suddenly widened, filled with fear, pain, and disbelief.

Just those eyes, that face...

Xiang Xue shuddered violently, the suspicion aroused by the masked woman became clearer, and it became clear that the cause of Cao Rong's death was about to come out...

Unable to bear to see his companions who still got along with him dead with eyes closed, Yuan Yizhi bent down and was about to touch Cao Rong's eyelids with one hand.

"If I were you, I wouldn't act rashly." He said coldly: "Unless you also want to become like him, or in other words, become a living puppet."

"Do you know what's going on!?" In room No. 2 with the word "Tian", there is a plate of soft cakes, three cups of hot tea, and cigarette smoke. Unfortunately, the fat shopkeeper of Lai Fulou's heart is still feeling cold. It's comparable to

Snow falls in the twelfth lunar month.

After all, someone died in his shop, and it was the younger generation of the Yuan family who died. The body was next door and hadn’t been disposed of yet! It’s not that he didn’t want to, but that he couldn’t. The girl who came with Third Young Master ordered a few

A strong man stood guard outside the door and said that if he wanted to come to Fulou safely, no one should be allowed to touch the body.

He hasn't lived enough yet, and of course he hopes that Lai Fu Lou will be safe and sound.[

Yuan Yizhi gave a rough outline of the situation, but in fact he could not know more.

Originally, it was Yuan Yizhi who lived in No. 1 house with the word "Tian", not Cao Rong. However, there happened to be a withered tree outside the No. 2 house with the word "Tian", and in early spring, it would scatter small clumps of small leaves.

Xu. Cao Rong was allergic to this kind of fluff. Yuan Yizhi knew that, so he took the initiative to change rooms with Cao Rong.
Chapter completed!