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Chapter four hundred and forty-ninth one can not go

Qin Yan's words still failed to shake Qin Ran's mind. The latter smiled sarcastically and was about to say something else, but he saw Qin Yan pick up a document from the table and throw it to him.

Qin Ran subconsciously took it into his hand. Before he could take a closer look, he heard Qin Yan continue to say: "After the family competition ended last year, a group of gamblers in Changle Gambling House who were so angry that they were instigated to block his second uncle's way back to Beijing from Yanyulou, and took his life for money."

"I was responsible for investigating this matter. At the beginning, I had no clue at all. Later, at the suggestion of my husband, the family paid a considerable price and played a drama with the people from the Judgment Office. Finally, I arrested all the people who took action to surround my second uncle that day."

"Before that, I had been unable to understand two things. First, who has such a deep hatred with my Qin family and has the courage to touch my Qin family. Second, how did that person find out the whereabouts of the second uncle and was able to lead people so accurately to block the second uncle."

"In the entire Luoyang City, no, even in the entire Quanzhou, there is only one possibility that the person who can avoid the Qin family's eyeliner and do this so easily, that is, the person who is in Hetang."

"What you hold now is the dozens of gamblers who were urged by the mysterious man from behind that day and were hot-headed, and the confession of the witness when Uncle Second's death, as well as the appearance of the murderer drawn by the painter at home based on their description!"

Every word from Qin Yan was like a handful, plunging into Qin Ran's heart again and again. When he opened the last page of the Chinese book and saw the ink and wash portrait, his face suddenly turned pale like white paper, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

The man in the painting is middle-aged, with short hair, rough facial features, and a short stubble on his chin is very eye-catching, but the most impressive thing is the long and three-inch scar on the man's cheek...

As if he had used all his strength, Qin Ran raised his head, which was as heavy as a thousand pounds, looked at the teacher beside him, wanting to say something, but the corners of his mouth trembled violently, and he couldn't even say a complete word.

Seeing this scene, the scarred man couldn't help but smile and shook his head, and said to Qin Ran: "This is just a trick to get a scattered person. Could it be that you really think that being a teacher is the culprit of killing your father?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Yan smiled: "Since that's the case, I wonder if Venerable He dares to confront the guests of Changle Gambling that day? Oh, I might have forgotten to say just now that when my Shantang and the Judgment Office jointly arrested the gamblers, they did not kill them all, but left a few living things, for the sake of this moment."

The scar man raised his eyebrows slightly, was silent for a few breaths, and then said, "Do you think I will be fooled with such a trick? The so-called gamblers you mentioned must be all the actors you Shantang arranged in advance!"

Qin Yan continued to smile and said, "So, Venerable He means that long before today, before you stepped into this room, am I ready to blame you for my second uncle's death?"

The scar man responded calmly: "Since Miss Qin already knows who I am, she naturally knows that I am from the Hall. What's so strange about such a method?"

Qin Yan nodded: "It's right, but I think Venerable He may have misunderstood something. The reason why I told the truth at this time is not to persuade him to turn back, because the mistakes he made are beyond forgiveness. I just hope he won't die with his eyes open."

Hearing this, the scar man suddenly felt a warning in his heart. He suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist and said in a deep voice: "I really want to know, at this moment, what kind of trump card does your Qin family have to turn the tables? I originally planned to try to persuade you to surrender to my church. Now it seems that there is no need for this. In this way, I will die!"

Before he finished speaking, in Qin Ran's confused expression, the scarred man suddenly moved, and the sword in his hand swung a wild wave of blue waves and rushed towards Qin Yan.

The misty water that had already filled the hall quickly gathered at this moment, dripping water into a sea of ​​blue and deep light, like a wave falling, slapped hard on the desk in front of Qin Yan!

However, who would have thought that even at this moment, Qin Yan had not inspired the spiritual energy in her body.

She just watched the scarred man arrive towards her in an instant, still standing still in the autumn pear yellow-wood chair, with the coldness in her eyes even more intense.

"Bang!"

A violent impact sounded in the field, and the terrifying waves and the power of the Venerable brought a thick fog. Even if this main hall was made of fine iron, it would definitely be destroyed into pieces.

But at this moment, a golden thread that looked only as thick as a hair suddenly appeared in front of the scar man. The sacred light was infinitely magnified in his pupils, and finally gently brushed across his waist.

So the boundless crazy waves in the field suddenly fell into silence. The supreme martial arts pattern on the scar man's wrist suddenly went out. The sword in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, but even a corner of the floor tiles could not be cut off.

All the furnishings around the inner hall were intact, and the desk in front of Qin Yan was not indifferent to water. As for the scar man, he lowered his head in confusion and looked at the bloodline oozing out of his waist, and seemed to have no idea what was going on.

With the final doubt, his body was split into two from his waist, and his legs were still standing on the ground, but the upper body on his chest and abdomen slowly slid down with a touch of bright red, gently hitting Qin Yan's feet.

Qin Ran looked at this scene in amazement, and the fear in his heart finally defeated reason. He could no longer think about whether his father's death was done by the people in the hall or Qin Yan's method of discord. He suddenly screamed from his mouth, then retreated suddenly and ran towards the gate.

Qin Yan did not chase after me, but sighed quietly: "Don't worry, no one who dares to be disrespectful to me in the Qin family today will be able to escape."

Qin Ran burst open the door of the inner hall in horror and shouted: "Crane worships to save me..."

However, his words came to an abrupt end the next moment, because when he saw the entire charity hall light up, he couldn't help but reflect the sky like day, and made the dazzling blood flowers look even more dazzling.

After hearing Qin Ran's cry for help, the old man with long eyebrows subconsciously stimulated the spiritual energy in his body and completed the spiritual fusion as soon as possible. At the same time, he reached out to brush Kang Wuwei's face.

But it's too late.

Because just when his palm was less than three inches away from Kang Wuwei, a golden thread quietly cut off the snow eyebrows at the corner of his eyes, and then cut his body into two sections from top to bottom.

In an instant, all the two powerful men of Hetang died.

And this is just the beginning, because this golden light continues to spread outside the Shantang.

As Qin Yan said, no one who dares to invade the Shantang today can escape, no matter whether he is a powerful man of honor or a ruling officer and an imperial guard representing the imperial power.

This is the most powerful trump card that Xia Sheng stayed in the Good Hall.

This trump card is a big formation, and it is also the one who sets up the formation.

Like Mu Chenyi, he is praised by people as one of the seven sages of the bamboo forest, and what he is best at is the way of the talisman formation.

He didn't even show up today, but the killing formation he had spent three months setting up on the entire Yuehua Street was enough to protect Shantang for a lifetime.

His name is Ying Tianwu.
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