Master of the Devil's Way: Night Hunting: The House of Rebellion

Wei Wuxian always asks them to look at this and that, the teenagers are already used to it.

"It felt like it was decapitated by an ax or a butcher's machete, and it was very sharp."

"Killed with one knife, simply and neatly."

"Yeah." Wei WuXian asked without comment, "What do you think it is?"

"I can't figure it out, if it's a murderous corpse, what level of murderous corpse must it be?" Lan Sizhui muttered.

Ordinary ghosts often kill people by "scare" as a means, scaring the victim to death or self-mutilation.And this beheading obviously couldn't be done by himself.It is also impossible for low-level walking corpses to commit such a tragedy.

"Could it be an extremely resentful weapon spirit?" someone asked again.

Everyone suddenly realized that they seemed to have found a new direction.

"That's right, weapon spirits can also kill!"

"However, to be able to kill so many people at once, it must not be an ordinary weapon spirit, but a fairy spirit weapon. If this is the case, it will be even more troublesome!"

Everyone was suddenly frustrated again.I haven't heard of any fairy sect using an ax as a weapon. If it is a sword spirit, it may be related to the Qinghe Nie family.But in recent years, there has been no such thing as a sword spirit.

"Ai ai ai ai." Wei WuXian saw them confused, and suddenly said, "Has no one thought about the third possibility?"

"This...Senior, what else is possible?"

All eyes were on Wei Wuxian at once, he turned the flute in his hand unhurriedly, and uttered a word: "Human."

"Human??" The teenagers all exclaimed, "If someone kills someone, they should go to the government."

"Don't worry." Wei Wuxian tucked Chen Qing back into his waist, folded his arms and said, "The murderer may be a human being, but the reasons may be complicated."

"Why does Senior Wei think it was done by humans?" Lan Sizheng asked.

"Let's think about the first two possibilities first. Unless it is a flexible corpse like Wen Ning, even if an ordinary corpse can use a weapon, it can only slash randomly. It is impossible to achieve such precise Beheading. The spirit of the weapon is causing trouble, and the reason is the same. The spirit of the weapon has a spirit, but without the five senses and mind, it is impossible to just stare at the neck of the person."

The teenagers nodded one after another, expressing their approval.

"Then if it's a human, how do we find the murderer?"

Wei WuXian pointed to a dead body and asked everyone to gather together: "Look at this incision, someone said it just now, it is crisp and neat, there is no such thing as a single cut or two cuts, apart from the fact that the weapon is very sharp, what else can you think of? "

"The murderer is very familiar with beheading!" One person suddenly shouted.

"Could it be the executioner?" Another person continued to shout.

"You guys, don't jump to conclusions." Wei Wuxian interrupted their guessing, "This person is indeed familiar with chopping things, his strength is boundless, and it is very likely that he has beheaded others with a knife and axe, but it is not necessarily the case. Executioner."

"Is this the kind of person we're looking for?"

"Yes." Wei Wuxian smiled, "I don't need to tell you where to find it now, do you?"

Of course everyone knows!There are three holy places for the ancestors of Yiling to find people: teahouses, taverns, and Dufang.

Since going to the last two places violated the family precepts, the group chose a teahouse with a lot of family members.There is a storyteller in the museum, one person, one table, one foot and a goatee, talking happily about how a local scholar learned to do business and made a fortune.It contains a lot of intrigue and dirty things, which makes people applaud.

"This time, come and ask." Wei WuXian said as soon as he sat down.

Everyone felt a lot of pressure and pushed each other away, but in the end the burden still fell on Lan Sizhui.Lan Sizhui followed Wei Wuxian's example, took out the broken silver, and called Xiao Er.

"Excuse me, Xiao Er, there have been strange cases here in recent years, such as murder and beheading..."

"Yes!" Before Lan Sizhui finished speaking, Xiao Er suddenly said yes, and everyone gathered around, staring with bated breath.Unexpectedly, Xiaoer said: "There is a wealthy businessman in the town who is very handsome. Recently, for no reason, his whole family has been beheaded!"

Everyone: "..."

Wei Wuxian knocked on the melon seeds and remained silent.Lan Sizhui then asked, "Is Xiaoer talking about the Zhang family?"

"That's right, that's right, the young master heard about it too, it's very scary."

"Aside from the Zhang family tragedy, are there other tragedies?"

"This... I don't know, I've only been here for three years." After speaking, Xiaoer took the money and ran away happily.

Lan Sizhui looked for several other mistresses, but found nothing.It turned out that many people from nearby towns came to Dongchang to make a living, and this teahouse recruited only temporary workers, who didn't know the old stories here.

I didn't ask anything, but I spent a lot of money.Wei WuXian supported his forehead and sighed, "You prodigal sons, you have lost all the money of the Gusu Lan clan..."

Lan Sizhui blushed suddenly, and asked cautiously, "Senior Wei, should we change places?"

"No need."

Wei WuXian stretched out his hand towards Lan Sizhui, palm up, and hooked his fingers. Everyone was puzzled, but he said helplessly, "Give me the money."

"Don't you have any money yourself!" Lan Jingyi shouted.

"My money belongs to Mr. Hanguang, so don't spend it recklessly. Come on, hurry up."

Everyone was angry and funny, Lan Sizhui simply put the whole money bag in his hands.

Wei Wuxian took it, and threw it for a while, weighing the weight: "Wow, enough is enough. Look at me."

"What are you doing for him? I don't know what's going to happen!" Lan Jingyi said to Lan Sizhui.

"It's okay, Senior Wei has never been ambiguous when doing business, let's see."

Under everyone's gaze, Wei Wuxian walked towards the storyteller.