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Chapter 173: Tragic Death

The incident of Jingzong spread throughout the imperial capital at dusk, and Lin Fan naturally became the focus of attention of the imperial capital.↖

Because Lin Fan not only saw the Supreme Realm Sword, but the most important thing was that he showed the token of Yanyu Tower.

The Yanyu Tower Token seems to have many meanings in the eyes of the older generation of the imperial capital, and it brings them the most natural awe.

Therefore, even the Realm Sect was unable to protect Feng Yifan, the great disciple of the sect.

Feng Yifan was taken away by Zhoutian Pavilion. No one knew what connection he had with the case that caused a sensation in the imperial capital, and no one knew what he would face.

Lin Fan knew all this and sat opposite Feng Yifan in a good cell.

There is no doubt that the case of Half Demon is urgent, and Lin Fan naturally needs to do this well with the trust of the queen and second brother.

And Feng Yifan, who is in front of Lin Fan, is Lin Fan's breakthrough.

But Lin Fan didn't speak, and looked at Feng Yifan in front of him silently, as if he had no intention of inquiring.

Feng Yifan felt a little cold.

The cell he is in now is naturally not a water prison, but a prison room covered with licorice and wooden tables and oil lamps.

He felt cold because of Lin Fan's eyes.

Lin Fan's eyes were not big, but it revealed calmness and indifference.

The calm and indifferent feeling gave Feng Yifan now, making him feel as if he had been seen through by Lin Fan.

This feeling is naturally not good, so before Lin Fan could speak, Feng Yifan took the lead and asked, "What does not mean not to speak?"

Lin Fan still didn't answer. He never expected to ask anything from Feng Yifan. He had the ability to get all the clues he wanted without Feng Yifan's knowledge. Naturally, there was no need to ask.

But he didn't know that his silence brought great pressure to Feng Yifan.

This kind of pressure is a bit inexplicable. Perhaps it is caused by the environment and silence.

Seeing that Lin Fan had not spoken yet, Feng Yifan was even more worried.

Feng Yifan was confident that he did not leave any clues when doing those things.

But Lin Fan's confident appearance made him think repeatedly whether he was doing it perfectly.

Seeing Feng Yifan showing a meditative look, Lin Fan finally said, "I'm not here to interrogate you, someone will interrogate you next."

But Bi Linfan still had no intention of leaving.

There was a sword in front of him.

This is Feng Yifan's carry sword, and he has never escaped from the moment he carries it.

Now that the sword is in Lin Fan's hand, Lin Fan has seen what he wants to see.

But the more he looked, he felt disgusted, which made him look a little pale.

I don’t know how long it took. When Feng Yifan was extremely nervous, Lin Fan finally cursed: “Beast!”

Feng Yifan was a little confused.

But Lin Fan stood up and asked with a distorted pale face: "How can you do that to those children?"

This time it was Feng Yifan's turn to be shocked.

However, although he had tried very hard to hide the turbulent waves in his heart, the white joints of his hands placed on his legs did reveal his true emotions.

Lin Fan didn't care about his emotions at this moment, and stood up and looked at the beast in front of him, and said again: "They are just ordinary children."

This tone sounds like talking to oneself, but in fact it has revealed the truth.

Feng Yifan lowered his head, not wanting Lin Fan to find his unconcealed emotions. But he just covered up his ears and stole the bell.

Seeing Feng Yifan's appearance, Lin Fan stopped talking, but took three deep breaths and walked out of the cell.

But the joints of his fists were whiter than Feng Yifan who was nervous at this time.

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The Half Demon case began when Situ was killed in the temple destruction.

The case Situ Cha was a missing case. Most of the missing boys and girls were boys and girls.

Lin Fan saw those young men and women in the sword. They did not become half demons, but became real demons.

Demons are different from humans. There are many shortcuts for demons to practice, such as race inheritance, such as gifted magical powers.

If they all become big monsters, they might be more nourishing than ordinary children.

But the problem is that the price of their becoming great monsters is to lose consciousness and become a walking corpse.

Just like the assassin who appeared by the enemy river that night, like Wu Dahui's good friend Li Jiujian.

And the process of turning humans into demons is naturally an extremely cruel and bloody process.

It requires appropriate control from some people, and Feng Yifan is one of the people who have control rights.

Sitting in the still warm cell, Feng Yifan thought about the children peeling and changing under his control, and understood why Lin Fan scolded him for being a beast.

But why did he know? Feng Yifan was puzzled, but he was sure that Lin Fan seemed to know everything, so he was like falling into an ice cellar and his whole body was cold.

However, something that made him feel even more cold happened soon.

Someone walked into the prison of Zhoutian Pavilion.

The visitor was walking in the cold streets of prison cells with an oil lamp in his hand, and the sound of lonely footsteps seemed to have its own rhythm.

The sound of the soles and the ground is getting closer and closer with a steady rhythm.

Feng Yifan swallowed and spitted, looking out of the dark cell, praying in his heart that the person who came was not the person he imagined.

But when the hunched body came into his eyes, he gave up all the thoughts of walking out of this prison that did not match his identity.

The old man with extremely hunchbacked hunchback came to stand in front of the seemingly ordinary wooden railing of the prison cell and looked at Feng Yifan.

Then, before Feng Yifan even had time to say a word, his whole body suddenly faded.

This sudden shortness was not because the hunchbacked old man's power made him bend his knees.

But he lost his knees.

The black ink melted the hay and also melted Feng Yifan's feet.

This trend continues.

Feng Yifan, who had lost his knees, seemed to have been infiltrated into the mud.

He waved his arms with a twisted face, and his mouth grew up as if he was about to call for help before his death.

However, there was no sound.

In this calm and cruel picture, Feng Yifan used all the painful expressions that he could present in his life.

But in the end he could only become a pool of black water.

Then the old man carrying the oil lamp walked out of the prison, as if he had done nothing.

But when he came to the prison gate, his body shook slightly and disappeared suddenly.

The black water in the prison also evaporated instantly. Apart from the smell of blood that spread, Feng Yifan seemed to have never appeared here.

But he appeared after all, and he still left the sword.

So when Lin Fan learned the news the next day, Lin Fan did not feel any regret.

Moreover, because of Feng Yifan's death, he had a great appetite and ate two more bowls of porridge.

Lin Fan's eating more is something worth happy for Sun Deqian. He believes that his cooking skills have improved.

But Wu Dachui, who came to the courtyard, frowned because of Feng Yifan's death. He knew how strict the seemingly ordinary prison defense was.

However, someone walked into it and easily killed people to silence the temple. This was a provocation to the Zhoutian Pavilion.

Of course, it was not difficult to find this person. Wu Dachui put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked at Lin Fan.
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