The white snow covered the path and many other traces, but this did not prevent Feng Bujue from groping forward in the forest.

In just one cup of tea, he found an inn with his enigmatic wayfinding ability.

Of course, "inn" is already a thing of the past, because at this time, this small room, which was not big in the first place, has become a charred ruin.

The strong burnt smell that has not yet dissipated is undoubtedly one of the reasons why Feng Bujue found this place.

"This was supposed to be an inn." Feng Bujue stood on the hillside, took a cursory look, and came to this conclusion.

"How can you see it?" Ruoyu is not questioning Brother Jue's conclusion, but needs more details to understand his reasoning process.

"Look at the foundation..." Brother Jue replied, "For a lonely house built in the forest, it seems too big; for a temple, its structure is wrong; so it is most likely

It’s the inn.”

"Will guests come to an inn built in a place like this?" Ruoyu asked again.

"You don't know something about this..." Feng Bujue continued, "Although this place is not an official road, judging from the surrounding terrain and forest appearance... At this moment, there is actually a road under the snow under our feet.

A path is also a road; the presence of a road means that someone is walking on it; and those who travel will naturally need a place to rest."

"But there won't be many people taking this road." Ruoyu continued.

"Ha... Look at the size of this inn. There are many people." Feng Bujue smiled and walked down the hillside.

Ruoyu followed his steps closely and followed his train of thought.

"It seems that the fire was burned out not long ago." Ruoyu said when they came near the ruins.

"Well, these ashes are still warm. I guess... they were from the fire last night or this morning." When Feng Bujue responded, he had already taken out [Bell's daily pocket knife], walked into the ruins, and started to fiddle with it.

Various debris on the ground.

Ruoyu knew what he was doing and was happy to let him handle the work, so the two of them immediately fell into a silence that seemed a little abrupt to onlookers.

But this silence, in their eyes, is a tacit understanding that needs no words.

"Huh...it's almost done." About ten minutes later, Feng Bujue walked out of the scorched earth and let out a long breath.

"What did you see?" Ruoyu looked at him expectantly and asked.

"First kill, then set fire; there are nine people dead, at least three of them are martial arts masters, and all nine people died at the hands of strong martial arts experts." Feng Bujue said this, paused for a few seconds, and then added,

"The number of murderers is unknown, but...this person, or this group of people...must be a type with sophisticated techniques, neat handling, and extremely high criminal efficiency."

Ruoyu listened, thought for a few seconds, and then said: "In a script with a martial arts background, it seems that it is not unusual to encounter a veteran who kills and cheats."

"But the murder scene happens to be not far from our teleportation point, which means there must be something wrong with it." Feng Bujue thought, "It's probably..."

[Side mission has been triggered]

Before he finished speaking, the system voice sounded in their ears.

"Look..." Brother Jue spread his hands and said to Ruoyu.

They opened the game menu almost at the same time and saw the newly popped up task in the taskbar [Finding the origin of the murder at Misi Inn].

"Exactly, this is your strong point." After Ruoyu read the task, he continued in a very relaxed tone.

"Even if it is a strong point, the information I can summarize at this stage... is only what I just said." Feng Bujue looked helpless.

"Yes, I understand." Ruoyu said, "Even with the criminal investigation technology of our time, it is difficult to find evidence from a fire scene like this that 'burns until there is nothing left to burn and then extinguishes it.'"

Now, it’s not easy for you to see this information.”

"Eh?" Feng Bujue heard this and smiled slyly, "What kind of wind is blowing today? Not only did you not argue with me, but you also looked very considerate? Are you planning to ask me for new year's money?"

"According to my estimation, the value of the New Year's money and various holiday gifts I have received since I was a child should be higher than the total amount of all legal assets you have handled in your life. Do you really want to continue talking about this topic with me?"

Ruo Yumian replied without changing his expression.

"That's right~" The next second, Feng Bujue nodded with satisfaction.

Obviously, he doesn't care about the content of the other party's argument, he just wants an attitude that makes him feel more comfortable.

To put it more bluntly, this is called being mean...

But then again, doesn’t the so-called “flirting” thing most likely start with a man’s despicable behavior looking for trouble?

Just like manga (a Japanese stage comedy form, similar to Chinese stand-up comedy, but slightly different), one person has to act stupid while the other person can complain.

No matter how stupid a person pretends to be, he or she is not really stupid; no matter how derogatory a person's words are, there is no malice in the person who complains.

This kind of game where one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer is an indispensable part of our human social behavior.

Friends who can brazenly criticize each other's mental retardation face to face but no one takes it seriously are called close buddies; men and women who can take each other's shortcomings for granted and use them as flaws to attack each other every day but still never leave are called true love.

Not to mention whether this is sad or ridiculous, but overall... the depth of the relationship between people exactly reflects the degree of comfort they feel when they act mean in front of each other.

You will only show your truest side in front of the people closest to you, because you know very well the other person's tolerance for you, which makes you feel safe. Only when people feel safe will they feel comfortable and speak freely.

Do whatever you want.

Everyone will meet a few people in their life, and you will never worry about losing your composure in front of them.

Whether you are in love or like, or birds of a feather flock together, if you can't find such a person around you, then your life is probably too lonely and a failure.

And Wang Qiong is such a person.

He has no shortage of friends. There are too many people who want to be his friends.

He has no shortage of lovers, and if he is willing, it is not difficult to be a "groom every night".

But he still felt lonely.

Because in this world, he can no longer find anyone who can completely let down his guard and trust him absolutely.

When a person can only feel comfortable when he is alone, no matter how many people surround him, he is lonely.

"Master, I have a guest who wants to see you."

Outside the door, Cheng Wei's report woke Wang Qiong from his nap.

"Haha..." Wang Qiong, who was lying on a couch, shook his head and yawned and replied, "Who are these people here?"

Wang Qiong didn't read when he was a child. Although he learned to read and calculate accounts when he grew up, his speech and conversation could not be changed, so the phrase "who is coming" would hardly come out of his mouth.

"Master of the village, here are a man and a woman. The man calls himself 'Zhang San' and says he is here to 'deliver goods' to you." Cheng Wei replied.

Cheng Wei should be regarded as a relatively trustworthy person among those whom Wang Qiong distrusts; he and his brother Cheng Yong have been Wang Qiong's personal guards for ten years.

Said to be a "guard", in fact, Cheng Wei has been more like a housekeeper over the years. Because Wang Qiong has many masters, Cheng Wei rarely has the opportunity to display martial arts.

"Oh..." Wang Qiong thought for a few seconds, "Let them wait a moment, I'll be there right away."

"Yes." Cheng Weinuo said, and the sound of his footsteps leaving quickly came from outside the door.

Not long after, Wang Qiong was fully dressed, left the room, and came to the courtyard outside the door.

The owner of this compound was originally the richest man in Linlu Town, and his house was also the largest in the town.

But now, he is no longer in this town.

Because on the day Wang Qiong came to Linlu Town, he bought this house and three or four surrounding houses as a residence for himself and his followers.

And his "buying method" is generally... "I will give you half a day to pack up the belongings and move them away. If you can't take them away, or if you don't have time to pack them away, I will buy them as well."

After telling the request, he asked the other party to "make a price as you please", and then he would follow the price that the other party offered "casually". Really...

This is how Wang Qiong does things, and this is how he spends his money.

The most terrifying thing is that his ability to make money is better than spending money...

"Boy, I've been waiting for a long time." Wang Qiong crossed the yard and entered a main room in the front yard. As he walked in the door carelessly, he was already greeting the two "guests".

Although Wang Qiong doesn't pay much attention to etiquette, his guests are still very particular.

"I've met Boss Wang." The male guest immediately stood up, cupped his fists and cupped his hands, and bowed in a neither humble nor overbearing manner.

Wang Qiong looked him up and down. He was a slender man with a feminine face. He looked about thirty years old. In this cold weather, he still wore a neat green shirt and a pair of turbans around his waist.

When it comes to swordsmanship, he looks like a master swordsman.

At the same time, the other party was also observing that Boss Wang Qiongwang was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. He was in his early forties and not ugly. He was wearing a fur coat, cotton trousers, and a fur hat.

There is no trace of a man in the world about him, he looks like a shopkeeper no matter how he looks.

"Have we... met?" Wang Qiong looked at him with confusion.

The man who called himself Zhang San did not answer the question, but glanced at Cheng Wei who was standing aside, and then gave Wang Qiong a questioning look.

"Oh..." Wang Qiong understood what he meant, "It doesn't matter, just let him listen. You can say it."

Wang Qiong doesn't like to mince words, and he will tell many things in the simplest and most straightforward way.

"Okay..." Zhang San hesitated for a few seconds and replied, "Then let me remind Boss Wang... When we last met, my identity was still 'Zhu Cheng'."

"What?" Wang Qiong took two steps back and glanced at him again, "You said you are Zhu Cheng?" His expression already expressed his disbelief, "The Zhu Cheng who ranks second among the four wonders of Yuling?"

"Yes." Zhang San gave an affirmative answer.

"Hmph..." At this time, Cheng Wei sneered on the side, "That's ridiculous. If you want to pretend to be someone else, you should first inquire about their body shape, right? Zhu Cheng's body is worth two of you."

"Then Zhu Cheng's voice is like this?"
To be continued...