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Chapter 23 Mystery Case

Feng Jun frowned and stared at Chen Jin. After this kid came in, he kept saying this sentence, and he didn't understand what it meant.

"Nonsense, where did the demon come from?" Feng Jun shouted softly, turned to the commander and said, "Huang Qi, go and find their family!"

Huang Qi, who was scolded by Feng Jun, looked a little embarrassed and said, "Sir, go find those adults at this time, right?"

There were no children present, and Huang Qi felt that there was no need to find an adult at home. This would cause too much noise in the middle of the night, which was not very good for the capital.

Feng Jun snorted impatiently, looked at Huang Qi at the squint, and said, "What are the identities of these people? If you don't find their family, you will be in chaos tomorrow! Go quickly!"

After hearing this, Huang Qi did not dare to delay any more and quickly ran out of the capital.

"Mr. Zhong, tell me what happened." Feng Jun's face returned to calmness, and he sat next to Zhongli and asked.

Zhongli told what had just happened again.

"What he said is true?" After listening to Zhongli's story, Feng Jun frowned and looked up to confirm with Chen Jin and others.

The four people around Chen Jin nodded softly, but Chen Jin didn't say anything.

"As you said, during the fight, thunder suddenly hit in the sky, and then this person died silently?" Feng Jun was full of suspicion. Zhongli's statement was too incredible.

Zhongli looked solemn and nodded at Feng Jun. That's the truth.

Feng Jun stood up from his chair and paced in the lobby.

He knew that there was thunder outside just now, but how could a person kill a cloudy day like this? And the essence and blood in this person's body disappeared, where did he go?

Soon, Huang Qi ran in panting.

"Sir, I have already reported to the elders of all families and will arrive soon!" Huang Qi bowed his hand and stood aside.

Soon, Zhongli heard a sad cry outside the door, and Ang Lee's parents arrived.

Soon, a middle-aged man in his forties staggered into the hall. The man was thin and had two beards. When he walked into the room, he was already unstable. The slightly obese middle-aged woman next to him held his arm.

The two saw Ang Lee lying in the middle of the hall at a glance, and their already ugly face turned pale.

"An'er!" The man screamed, broke away from the woman's hand and rushed to Ang Lee.

A sad cry rang out in the hall, and Zhongli frowned slightly and said nothing.

"You guys tell me! What's going on? Why did An'er die??" The woman was also a little hysterical and shouted shrillly at Zhongli and others.

The man also stood up from the ground with a fierce look on his face.

"Who? Who killed my son!?"

Chen Jin was so scared that he trembled all over by this shout. He raised his hand tremblingly, pointed at Zhongli and said, "It's him, it's this demon!"

The two people's eyes instantly gathered on Zhongli, as if they were about to peel off Zhongli's bones.

Zhongli's face was calm and he didn't speak. At this time, he argued with the two of them, which was of no use.

Soon, a burst of rapid footsteps came from outside, and six or seven people rushed into the lobby together, and Zhong Yun was also among them.

"Li'er, are you okay?" Seeing Zhongli standing in the middle of the hall with a slightly pale face, Zhong Yun shouted, walked quickly to Zhongli, and held Zhongli's arm.

Zhong Li shook his head gently and signaled that he was fine. Zhong Yun felt a little relieved.

The other people also went to Chen Jin's side, finding their own children to comfort them.

Zhongli glanced at it, his pupils shrank, and Zhao An actually came too.

"How did he know?" Zhong Li was puzzled, but he did not express it.

"Brother Zhong, what happened?" Even though it was late at night, Zhao An was still dressed up neatly, walked to Zhongli with a calm expression, and asked softly.

"Something happened." Zhongli shook his head, without explaining it much, and now he can't explain it clearly.

Zhao An didn't ask any more questions and stepped aside.

"Everyone is here, let's sit down first." Feng Jun said to everyone with a serious expression.

The guards brought the chairs and everyone sat down.

"Feng Du Mansion, please help us solve our doubts. What happened?" Zhong Yun spoke first.

Zhongli hadn't returned home at midnight, so Zhong Yun felt something was wrong, but he never expected something like this to happen.

Feng Jun bowed and briefly explained what he knew.

"Zhong Yun! I will never die with you in this life. Your son killed me and my son. How should I calculate this account?" Feng Jun just finished speaking, Ang Lee's father suddenly became angry, pointed at Zhong Yun and shouted sternly.

"What are you quarreling? Li Zhen, don't be lying nonsense. What does your son's death have to do with my son!" Zhong Yun refused to give in. The other party slandered his son as the murderer, how could he compromise?

Li Zhen, the Minister of War, who was scolded by Zhong Yun, had his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat him.

"Old man, you still dare to turn right and wrong. Chen Jin and the others can clearly see that it was your son's murder! Otherwise, how could my son die in the underworld!" Li Zhen's wife screamed with tears on her face.

Zhongli was a little impatient. The other party came and kept making noises. But then he thought, after all, his son died, and it was reasonable to be sad. He sighed and did not argue with him.

"Okay! Let's be quiet." Feng Jun spoke to stop everyone's noise. "My sir, there are still many strange things in this matter in my opinion."

"I personally think that Mr. Zhong does not have the ability to kill Mr. Li."

"Mr. Li's death was extremely miserable, and his body was sucked dry with blood. However, all the adults knew about Mr. Zhong's inability to practice..."

"Nonsense! He clearly has the power of Taoism, but he has used Taoism! How could he not be able to practice!" Chen Jin suddenly woke up and shouted loudly.

Feng Jun's eyes narrowed and he looked at Zhongli.

"Hehe, a child who was scared to death, how can he take what he said seriously?" Zhong Yun sneered.

Zhao An stood aside, and when he heard Chen Jin's words, he was also a little surprised, and quietly leaned towards Chen Jin's side.

"Mr. Zhong, is there any such thing?" Feng Jun asked.

"My Lord has been worried, I really cannot practice it. As for the Taoist arts mentioned by Mr. Chen, it was the treasure given to me by my father and was inspired by me, not my own power." Zhongli responded calmly and politely.

Feng Jun nodded, and Zhongli's words made sense. As the right prime minister's son, it is normal for the right prime minister to give him some treasures to defend himself.

"You're talking nonsense, you obviously..." Chen Jin wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Zhao An and looked at Zhao An with confusion.

Zhao An shook his head gently, without explaining much, and signaled Chen Jin not to speak again.

The young people and their families were silent at this time. It was fine if their children were fine, and they didn't want to participate.

"In this way, this case is really troublesome!" Feng Jun sighed. He had very little information and could not confirm who was the murderer of Ang Lee.

"This matter is indeed strange. Seeing Ang Lee's death, ordinary practitioners in the first realm of Tao cannot do it. I think someone else is taking action in secret." Zhao An said at this time.

Li Zhen and his wife also shot their eyes at Zhao An, thinking that Zhao An was leaving for Zhong.

"Yes, although I am not good at practicing, I can see that this matter must be done by a master!" Zhong Yun echoed. No matter what purpose Zhao An said, he is now helping Zhongli.

Zhongli stood aside, but was thinking about another thing in his heart. Who is he who wants to harm himself like this!

Others don’t know, but Zhongli has experienced it once. He thought it was Ling Xi who did it, but it turned out not. Later, it was speculated that it was Chen Jin, but Chen Jin’s companion died in a bad life.

Thinking of this, Zhongli looked at Zhao An.

Could it be this guy who did it?
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