"What are you looking at? Put him down." Bai Huai Shui raised his chin and directed the two to lay Xu Xiazi on the sheet.

Who knows where Bai Huai Shui got this sheet from. He just echoed Bai Huai Shui's taste. Whatever color caught his eye was what he needed, regardless of whether it matched him or not.

Bai Huai Shui was satisfied. Then he saw Hu Li looking at him, and immediately covered half of his face with the folding fan. "Senior Uncle just did a small favor, no need to look at me like that, nephew."

His senior uncle was probably always annoying wherever he went. Hu Li thought to himself, probably except for the fact that he's a peacock, which tops the list of reasons to tolerate him.

"How is it?" Hu Li turned away from Bai Huai Shui and asked.

"If Han Xiao didn't deceive us," Jiang Yu paused and continued, "then this person also died from the Jue Ming San."

Bai Huai Shui suddenly laughed, "The Jue Ming San from Yin Yang Valley, two of the ingredients are hard to find in the world. Such a precious poison was just used to take the life of a blind man? Are the people from Yin Yang Valley stupid, or is it my nephew who's stupid?"

Jiang Yu's gaze had already landed on Bai Huai Shui. Bai Huai Shui always had a sense of danger when it came to being imprisoned or not. He immediately passed the knife to his nephew.

Although his nephew was good at talking, he couldn't control Bai Huai Shui after all. After Bai Huai Shui finished speaking, he had no psychological burden and relaxed with his folding fan.

"Uncle's words are not wrong. Although there is a connection between Xu Xiazi and the person who died in the inn and the treasure of King Liang, Yin Yang Valley wouldn't produce Jue Ming San for this reason. But the world has various opinions on Jue Ming San. It's possible that it was used to avoid suspicion." Hu Li analyzed step by step.

"As far as I know, there are no people from Yin Yang Valley among the martial artists who came to Shang Yong City this time. Moreover, anyone who enters Yin Yang Valley cannot leave the mountain without the permission of the Valley Master." Jiang Yu said.

"Before, we suspected that Xu Xiazi poisoned the buyer. Now Xu Xiazi's death is similar to the person in the inn. The clues are completely cut off. Who benefits from killing them? Both of them are dead. What's the point for the murderer?" After pondering for a moment, Hu Li turned to Jiang Yu and said, "Could it be that he just wanted the expensive clothes? After killing the buyer, the murderer also conveniently put Xu Xiazi in a difficult situation."

"Poison is such a thing, even if the murderer is drinking in a tavern 800 miles away, when the time comes, they will still die no matter how much they struggle. There won't be any traces on the body." Jiang Yu stood up and no longer focused on the body.

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"Mr. Jiang is right," Bai Huai Shui chimed in, "But looking at it this way, the person who mentioned Jue Ming San to you two is now the prime suspect, isn't he?"

Bai Huai Shui finally didn't say something useless. Both Hu Li and Jiang Yu naturally thought of this. Han Xiao from the Qinglong Temple was the disciple of an old monk, but he had lived in Yin Yang Valley for ten years.

There must be some reason behind this.

People from Yin Yang Valley are in Shang Yong City.

How many people in the world know about Jue Ming San?

And who exactly is Han Xiao?

As the four men pondered, one after the other, Bai Huai Shui suddenly brushed his cheek, flicking away nonexistent dust. He looked disdainfully at Xu Xiazi, who was surrounded by flowers.

"Are we leaving the body here?"

The three returned empty-handed.

The missing person was found, but unfortunately had become a corpse.

Xu Xiazi's body was still lying in his own shop. Bai Huai Shui raised his chin and said, "We can't take anything with us when we're born, nor can we when we die. Just be open-minded."

"What are you saying?" Hu Li glanced at Bai Huai Shui and walked across the threshold without stopping, "Let's go."

"Why are you so busy?" Bai Huai Shui followed, just babbling by Hu Li's side. Who knows who's the one being busy, "Mr. Jiang has his own ways. We, ordinary folks, shouldn't meddle. But Mr. Jiang..."

Jiang Yu was in front, with Hu Li and Bai Huai Shui following closely behind, only three steps away.

Shang Yong City was in ruins.

The houses were densely packed, but the splendor was just a shadow of what it used to be a hundred years ago. Now it had changed beyond recognition.

The stone path, which had been laid with much effort, had the dust deeply embedded in its grooves, making it as hard as stone.

Jiang Yu frowned slightly and turned his head at the sound, not saying anything but acknowledging the response.

Bai Huai Shui knew himself well. When facing Jiang Yu face to face, he rarely did things that would get him into trouble. He assumed Jiang Yu had spoken, so he continued, "At least he didn't ignore it. We still need to thank Mr. Jiang."

"No need." Jiang Yu glanced at Bai Huai Shui and said.

Bai Huai Shui's cryptic remarks were understood by both of them. After listening for a while, Hu Li also had a vague guess. He looked at his senior uncle again and saw him shaking his folding fan.

Hu Li thought, let him be happy. Sooner or later, this peacock would return to the mountains and forests, and wouldn't be flaunting in front of them for long.

"The expensive clothes are lost, and now Xu Xiazi is dead too. Why don't we go to Qinglong Temple again to find Han Xiao?" Hu Li said.

"In my opinion, even if you go now, it's just a waste of time." Bai Huai Shui took over the conversation and said, "Regardless of whether Han Xiao is suspicious or not, being visited twice within two days, even a fool would know they're in trouble. Moreover, the person under suspicion always has a hard time explaining. Or maybe he's sincerely acting for you two, but he'll fall into another trap. In that case, what use is it to find him?"

"I thought Uncle was fearless." After hearing this, Hu Li said.

This unlucky nephew, always looking out for himself. In Hu Li's eyes, he seemed to have become a coward who feared both wolves and tigers.

"I've walked the night road too much, I'm afraid of the dark. I respect the old and love the young, I endure it." The four men, who had fought countless battles together, lined up, their faces shamelessly thick, pushing aside countless opponents, but in the end, they had to vie for superiority within their own sects. Having indulged in luxurious food and living too long, they all had incredibly thick skins.

"What Bai Huai Shui said is not wrong." Jiang Yu spoke at this time.

It was rare for Jiang Yu to stand on the same side as Bai Huai Shui.

Bai Huai Shui nodded satisfactorily, smiling as if bathed in spring breeze. He turned his head to look at Hu Li, "Let's go, nephew. Spending too much time with monks won't make you grow hair."

Hu Li ignored Bai Huai Shui's nonsense and said, "There must be something in Shang Yong City that can be a breakthrough, we just don't know it yet."

The three returned to the inn and went back to their rooms.

Perhaps because May 3rd had passed, most of the strangers in Shang Yong City had already left. The small inn was quiet, as if no one was there.

The young master next door had already called the innkeeper twice for hot water within two hours.

Hu Li tossed and turned on the bed, listening to the silence next door. Feeling restless, he got up, strapped on his knife, and went out.