Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

Feeling his body being dragged bit by bit, the boy felt a little panic in his heart, but this panic was not because he was worried about himself, but because the dagger was not in his hands, but in someone else's hands.

The young man silently stopped struggling and did not say a word to defend himself. Instead, he followed everyone back to the hall.

The hall was brightly lit, and there were no fewer people just because it was midnight.

"Lift it up"

The middle-aged man's voice sounded again, and this time behind the boy, four footsteps sounded at the same time. At his side, four bodies were carried up.

"Let's see, what else do you have to say?"

The sound seemed to penetrate the hall and reach the boy's ears.

Just as the young man was about to walk towards the corpse, he felt that his body was still tense. He glanced at the middle-aged man silently.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then waved his hand to signal the two men to let go.

The two men nodded obediently, put the chain in their arms, and walked towards the stairs.

The boy rubbed his arms, which had been tied for a long time, and walked towards the corpse.

He slowly squatted down and reached out to lift the sheet covering the body. A face as pale as paper was exposed in front of the young man, and there was a hole in his chest. There was no more blood flowing out of the hole. The bloodstain had turned dark red and solidified.

The young man gently brushed his fingers across his chest, picked up a little blood and put it under his nose to smell it. It didn't smell like rust as he imagined, but a faint fragrance. Moreover, this fragrance seemed to have gathered in the hall after the appearance of these corpses. He didn't smell it before, which means...

The young man had some guesses in his mind, but these guesses were just guesses without any definite evidence.

The young man stood up, walked back to where he was, spread his hands and said, "So you mean, I killed them all? Then what was the murder weapon?"

“Naturally this is it.”

With a clang, a black dagger fell on the hall. The young man looked at the dagger in front of him and was about to take a step forward to pick it up when he felt a suffocating sensation on his neck.

He struggled immediately, but the more he struggled, the harder it became to breathe. Just when he thought he was going to die, he heard a

"Let him go, he can't die so easily"

While he was talking, a familiar figure beside him put down his hand with a gloomy face and stepped aside.

The boy fell to the ground. While coughing, he glanced at the man, but suddenly felt a strange gaze on him. Just as he was about to look, he was interrupted by a voice.

"Master uncle, even if this is the case, please give me a chance to kill my enemy. Although he is also wrong, his crime does not deserve death. This little guy has such a vicious heart. I beg you to punish him severely."

"I beg you to punish me severely."

The voices in the hall rang out in unison, and everyone bowed to the person on the high hall.

"At this point, I can make a judgment..."

The man's voice rang out from the high palace, as heavy as a mountain, and he could not question it.

"Ahem... Even a death row inmate should be given a chance to argue. You are forcing a confession under torture."

The young man interrupted him with a cough, and looked at the man on the high palace with a stubborn face.

"You have no excuses. The facts are clear. Uncle Master must not be misled by his lies..."

The person standing by hurriedly shouted, but there seemed to be a hint of anxiety in his words, fearing that...

"Why are you in such a hurry? If I were guilty, my uncle would judge me instead of you making a hasty judgment. Do you want to ascend to heaven in one step and step on my uncle's head?"

"you....."

The man saw the young man arguing eloquently, while the middle-aged man on the high hall glanced at him lightly without saying a word, and hurriedly tried to speak.

But the middle-aged man on the high hall waved his hand at him, signaling him to be quiet.

"What do you have to argue about?"

The middle-aged man asked calmly

"quibble?"

The young man looked at the man's calm appearance, and changed his perspective.

"Uncle Master, even if we take a step back, what I said was just quibbling. Then I want to ask: Even if I am an acquaintance of everyone, how can I find the Xingta without any mistakes and then kill them?"

"Perhaps you have been plotting this for a long time and have already made your plan."

The person standing on the stairs hurriedly answered

"Oh, if you have been planning this for a long time, then why didn't I hide my tracks when I was on my way there? After all, this is such an important matter."

"Master Uncle said it was morning, and there weren't many disciples in the morning. You were probably so bold because you believed that no one would notice you so early in the morning. That's why Master Uncle discovered you."

The young man did not rush to refute after hearing this, but walked to the corpse, looked at him and said: "Okay, let's do as you said. Even if I was careless, how did I deceive the disciples guarding the tower? Those disciples were carefully selected by my uncle. How could they be distracted by my few words and let me in?"

The hall fell into silence instantly, and no one spoke for a while.

After a while, the man stuttered and said

"Then... maybe you stole your master's token and pretended to be ordered by your master to go in, so you tricked the door open."

"Is that right?"

The young man muttered when he heard this, and then turned his gaze to the middle-aged man, "Uncle Master, please allow me to ask one more question, how did they die?"

"Of course, the dagger pierced his heart."

The middle-aged man responded in a deep voice

"That's the case. Where is the brother who confiscated the murder weapon?"

The young man's voice resounded throughout the hall, and a man of medium height stood up and said, "I was the one who found this dagger today, and I was also the one who took it back and presented it to the master."

Seeing this, the young man raised his hands and bowed, "Then may I ask this senior brother, have you found anything unusual on the dagger at the crime scene?"

The man was stunned when he heard this and immediately shook his head.

Seeing this, the young man walked over to the corpse and squatted down. He stretched out his hand and waved at his wound a few times, saying, "That's strange. Why is there a faint fragrance at the wound? This fragrance has never belonged to me. To be more precise, it has never belonged to the sect. But now it appears in the sect. Does this mean..."

"You are the traitor, right? I felt something was wrong with you last time, and now you have exposed yourself. Now you are not only a murderer but also a traitor who betrays your own people."

The man spoke more and more excitedly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"Ok?"

The middle-aged man's voice sounded again. Not long after the voice sounded, the man who was originally standing on the high hall suddenly appeared in front of the young man. He stretched out his hand and pinched the young man's chin, looking down at him.

"What on earth do you want to say..."