...forget it, you still don't know.

Xie Zhiwei has been able to complain about the word abduction all day long, but right now he has no time to care about the inappropriateness of these words. What he cares about is the second half of the sentence.

Xie Zhiwei raised his eyes and greeted the King of Kyushu in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Is there any evidence for saying I murdered?"

The King of Kyushu sneered: "There will be, come here and find him for an autopsy."

Mu Yu finally frowned: "Father is a bit too much."

The King of Kyushu sighed and frowned, "Wang'er never spoke to his father like this in the past, you must have been ruined by this person."

Just as Mu Hao was about to refute, Xie Zhiwei tugged at him: "Don't argue with your father, there are too many disputes here, why don't I leave first."

The King of Kyushu said coldly: "Xie Zhiwei, you are guilty, but you still want to leave. You guys, stop him."

The guard behind him drew his sword and blocked the door aggressively.

Yin Cangshan and Yin Wushuang were stunned for a long time, and they retreated to the side to stare, not quite understanding why these people suddenly became wary.

Xie Zhiwei was actually at a loss.

Maybe he shouldn't come back to this inn today, Maozi and Lao Du may have their own reasons for their deaths, but it's also possible that someone is going to blame him for Xie Zhiwei's trap.

who is it? Was it made by the King of Kyushu? Why does he target himself everywhere, even against Taoism?

Xie Zhiwei was full of doubts and felt that it was necessary to discuss with the grass python hero.

At this time, Mu Hao spoke slowly: "No one here can stop Shizun, why should the father do this?"

The King of Kyushu's eyes sank: "Wang Er, you stop him for your father."

Mu Yi's face was calm: "Father King knows, this is impossible."

"Okay! It's impossible!" The King of Kyushu suddenly became furious. The blue veins on his forehead were clearly visible. He threw his sleeves abruptly, "Xie Zhiwei, do you dare to meet someone?"

Nonsense, it's so obvious, who would be fooled enough to take the initiative.

Xie Zhiwei said sincerely: "Xie has made very few friends in his life. I'm afraid that he doesn't know each other. It's better not to see him."

Xie Zhiwei took out the robe sleeve that was caught from Mu Qi's hand, and walked towards the door, he wanted to break through.

The guard at the door got an order, and if he was willing to let it go, he would stop him if he raised his sword. The strength of these few people is deadly, that is, the level of shamelessness. Xie Zhiwei didn't even draw the Qingping sword. He only used the palm style to block, and he left the room in the blink of an eye.

Then he stopped.

There was a group of people standing in the hall downstairs, still a large group of people.

The King of Kyushu said sensibly behind him: "You definitely know it, right?"

He walked down the porch, and through the railing, he shouted down to the man in plain-colored Taoist robe at the head: "Master Yan, can you see clearly?"

Xie Zhiwei was shocked, what the hell is going on?

Yan Zhifei stared at Xie Zhiwei without blinking. He slowly walked out of the crowd, a little on his toes, and suddenly flew up to the second floor, landing directly in front of Xie Zhiwei.

Only then did Xie Zhiwei realize that there was a large group of people he didn't know. There was also a handful of Daoist disciples, and even Xia Zhiqi was here this time.

Xie Zhiwei turned his eyes to Yan Zhifei. To be honest, Yan Zhifei was a stern person, and he was always strict with others. He was a little frightened, he didn't cheat death, and he didn't intend to hide the death and come back to life, but even so, he was guilty of questioning Chu Zhiye.

Not to mention that today we are facing Yan Zhifei and Xia Zhiqi—the two most difficult people in Taoism to talk to.

It's no wonder that the King of Kyushu called his name so confidently today, and was not afraid of admitting the wrong person. The ghost knows what happened to the King of Kyushu in the past three days when he and Mu Qian were in the illusion, and what kind of changes happened in places they couldn't see.

Mu Qi came over and gave a salute: "Disciple sees the head master."

Yan Zhifei gave him a cold look, ignoring it.

Xie Zhiwei bit the bullet and said, "Master..."

Before the word "brother" was called out, Yan Zhifei suddenly interrupted: "Who are you!"

Xie Zhiwei was taken aback.

Yan Zhifei summoned the Taisu Sword and pulled out half of it, the sword light lingering between the two like ice. He said sternly to Xie Zhiwei, "How dare you pretend to be Zhiwei, so hurry up!"

Chapter 109 Questioning

There was an uproar downstairs.

Many people stared at Yan Zhifei, but more eyes were still on Xie Zhiwei.

Xie Zhiwei's brain was not enough, and before he could react, Yan Zhifei completely pulled out the Taisu sword, pointed the sword's edge at him, and said more sternly: "What are you doing, get out!"

Yan Zhifei has been the head of the head for many years, and his majesty is natural. Usually, you don't need to speak, you can intimidate all the disciples with a straight face, not to mention the fierce expression at this time. The uproar seemed to be shocked by him, and there was a strange silence for a moment.

Xie Zhiwei keenly caught something unusual.

When Yan Zhifei spoke, his eyebrows moved, and there was a hint of imperceptible anxiety on his face.

Looking downstairs, Xie Zhiwei suddenly saw a silly young man. He is not a Taoist person, and he is very richly dressed, followed by a few familiar followers. Everyone in the audience was looking upstairs attentively, only this person lowered his head and played with his fingers, hehe smiled, and looked mentally retarded.

Xie Zhiwei took a step back and vaguely guessed what these people were here for.

But why is it so coincidental?

But there was a murder upstairs, he and Mu Qi entered the door with the front foot, and were caught on the back foot?

In fact, it doesn't matter whether the two tomb robbers are alive or dead, these people just want him to be embarrassed by Xie Zhiwei.

Suddenly someone downstairs sneered and said: "Master Yan, your faction claims that Xie Zhenren has been dead for many years, this is an indisputable fact. Now the living people are standing here, and the prince also keeps calling him Master, if you say no, it is not, this is Do you question the prince? Or do you intend to cover up?"

Yan Zhifei glanced at him lightly, and Xia Zhiqi replied coldly, "Master Lu, everything is still undecided, so you are making a fool of yourself here, wouldn't it make people laugh?"

Mu Hao pressed the killing intent in his eyes, and when he was about to walk towards Xie Zhiwei, he was stopped by the King of Jiuzhou, and he paused: "Father, what's going on?"

An inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of the King of Kyushu's mouth, pointing to the man downstairs and saying to him, "Wang Er, this is Lu Wen, the owner of Wuliang Villa, and the one behind him is his youngest son Lu Zhanyun. You went with Xie Zhiwei back then. Xuanyun Mountain, I must have seen it before."

——Lu Zhanyun, the owner of Boundless Villa, went to the appointment on behalf of his father four years ago. After coming down from Xuanyun Mountain, he suffered from madness and became a fool who could not take care of himself.

Mu Hao's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Xie Zhiwei, but Xie Zhiwei looked back and shook his head at him imperceptibly.

After the King of Kyushu made an introduction, Lu Wen also flew upstairs and bowed his hands to the King of Kyushu. Downstairs, Lu Zhanyun suddenly pointed to the upstairs in horror, plopped down on his knees, and shouted indiscriminately, "Grandpa...Grandpa, spare your life!"

This is particularly funny in its own tense atmosphere, and some people are already laughing.

Lu Wen was embarrassed and annoyed, and shouted at the attendants: "Will you pull the young master up!" Then he looked at Xie Zhiwei angrily: "It is said that Xie Zhenren is high-spirited and upright in life. He doesn't even know his own identity. Don't you dare admit it?"

Xie Zhi moved his mouth slightly: "I..."

Yan Zhifei frowned and opened his mouth to speak, but the King of Kyushu said leisurely, "Master Yan, are you guilty?"

Yan Zhifei glanced at him and looked away without changing his expression, but his hand holding the sword tightened secretly.

There was no sound, and the atmosphere was as dull as summer cloudy weather, as if there could be a storm at any time.

At this moment, Xie Zhiwei really had the thought of denying it, turning around and leaving.

Unfortunately, the moment he thought about it, the system exploded in his mind: "Friendly reminder, if you deny Xie Zhiwei's identity, it is very likely that your sense of existence will be cleared again. Please don't repeat the same mistakes and be cautious."