Chen Cheng brought Xie Bangui and his party home, and asked his wife to light a fire to cook. He invited the people to the living room. After the guests and hosts were seated, he said bluntly: "If you have anything to say, sir, feel free to say hello. However, I must state one thing. There are many

I can no longer remember the matter."

"Can't you remember?" Xie Bangui asked with a sneer: "Are you kidding me, sir? As far as I know, the Zangyun Pavilion murder case was less than twenty years ago. Although twenty years is enough time for people to forget many things, people are absolutely

He will not easily forget the blood he has experienced personally, unless he has reached the point where he can completely ignore human life. I believe that Mr. is not a cold-blooded butcher, right?"

Chen Cheng's face was gloomy and scary, and he unconsciously grasped the handle of the chair with his palm: "I really can't remember a lot of things, and even... there was even a long period of time where my memory was completely blank..."

"Completely blank?" Xie Bangui's expression suddenly changed: "Tell me how you feel."

Chen Cheng covered his forehead and said: "I obviously feel that a lot of things should have happened in a period of time. And each of them is enough for me to remember for the rest of my life, but I can't remember any of them. It's like... It's like being ten years old.

The memory is still there, but I suddenly jumped to the age of twenty, and I have no memory of the events of the intervening ten years."

"How could it be..." Xie Bangui clenched his hands tightly. Chen Cheng's feeling was not only familiar to him, but also the same as his own.

Fatty Gao's face turned pale. He could destroy Xie Bangui's memory, but he had nothing to do to fill him up with another memory. If Chen Cheng continues talking, maybe Xie Bangui would be the first to fall into confusion.

The fat man coughed dryly and said: "Don't talk about those useless things, tell me quickly, what is the murder case in Zangyun Pavilion?"

Chen Cheng trembled slightly and said: "In my memory, the murder seemed to happen suddenly, with no cause, only the result. I only remember that before every murder, a blood painting would suddenly appear on the wall of the academy. As long as the blood was painted on

The person in the painting will die that night, and the way of death will be exactly the same as the scene in the painting."

"Oh?" Xie Bangui became interested: "No one stopped you?"

"Yes, but it can't be stopped." Chen Cheng shook his head and said: "At that time, there were many great scholars in the academy, and there were many Confucian scholars with both civil and military skills. But no one could stop it from killing people. Even if we hid his target in the bronze bell of the academy,

It doesn’t work either.”

When Chen Cheng saw Xie Bangui lowered his head and said nothing, he suddenly stood up and yelled: "You don't believe it? I knew no one would believe it. Because you have never seen him kill someone with your own eyes. He is not a human being, not a human being... a human being."

Under the care of dozens of great scholars,

Can you sneak into a copper bell weighing hundreds of kilograms and kill someone? Can a person suddenly appear in a confined space and pinch someone's neck from behind? People, put their hands on your shoulders and slowly cut your throat.

But let the people around you only see one hand?"

After Chen Cheng vented his anger, he sat back down with his head in his hands, breathing heavily and not looking at Xie Bangui again.

Xie Bangui waited for him to calm down a little, then asked tentatively: "Have you seen the murderer? Or, has anyone seen the murderer?"

"I haven't seen it..." Chen Cheng shook his head and said, "But I heard from a senior brother that the murderer once had a brief conversation with the Academy Headmaster. He called himself a human blood painter and came to seek revenge on the people of the academy..."

"Revenge?" Xie Bangui asked: "Who does he have a grudge against?"

Chen Cheng shook his head and said: "I don't know! These are the only memories I have of the academy. I don't even know how I came back to live in seclusion in this mountain village. All those memories have disappeared."

Xie Bangui not only frowned, but raised his fingers and tapped the table twice: "You are not the only Confucian scholar who comes to live in seclusion in the mountain village, right? Can others also not remember things about the academy?"

"They're all the same! We once talked in private, but we didn't remember anything except the bloodshed in the academy." Chen Cheng seemed to suddenly remember something: "By the way, a senior brother once gave me a painting. He said This painting is very important. But he couldn't remember exactly why it was important. He only said that it might be useful in the future. Just wait a moment and I'll get it."

After Chen Cheng walked into the inner room, the fat man whispered: "I see why this guy is talking so crazy, should I ask someone else?"

Ming Qingxue said: "I have no doubts about what he said. Our witch sect has many ways to make people forget something. As long as you cast spells in a special way, even if you dig open his head, he will still say anything. Not coming out."

Just when the fat man was about to say something else, Chen Cheng had already walked out, spread the scroll in his hand on the table and said, "This is the painting. I hope it can be helpful to you."

The painting shows a close-up view of the Zangyun Pavilion. The huge Zangyun Pavilion almost occupies the entire painting. The painting is so detailed that not even a window is left out.

Xie Bangui stared at the scroll for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and drew dotted lines on the painting with his nails. After a few times, he used dotted lines to connect several buildings in Zangyun Pavilion.

“This is a ‘character’!” Fatty Gao gestured with his hands and said, “It’s the word ‘zhen’ written in small seal script.”

"That's right!" Xie Bangui stretched out his hand and folded the painting, leaving only the mountain part of Zangyun Pavilion: "Look again, does this mountain look like a big seal?"

"It does look like it." Fatty Gao couldn't see any clue.

Ming Qingxue took a deep breath and said: "From the perspective of Feng Shui in the Central Plains, Zangyun Pavilion itself is the Feng Shui bureau of 'Golden Seal Zhenjiang'. Coupled with the layout of thoughtful people, the entire mountain has become a huge The purpose of the forbidden area is to suppress the things under the mountain."

"I don't know about this." Xie Bangui said in a deep voice: "Building Zangyun Pavilion into an academy and gathering a large number of Confucian students will not only form the awe-inspiring righteousness of Confucianism, but can even attract the star power of Wenqu, which will add to the Feng Shui bureau of the word 'Zhen'. It’s a layer of protection. The power of the mountains, buildings, and Confucian scholars is superimposed. No matter what you want to suppress, it will never be able to stand up."

The fat man clapped his hands and said: "You said it was all in the past! Now all the Confucian scholars are dead and Zangyun Pavilion is half destroyed. When we came down the river, you also saw it. Looking at the mountain of Zangyun Pavilion from the side One corner is missing. Those things you mentioned were completely destroyed when I found them, and you suppressed them like shit!"

Xie Bangui said solemnly: "So, the so-called human blood painter's reason for killing people is by no means as simple as revenge. The water in Hidden Cloud Pavilion may be deeper than we imagined."

Xie Bangui straightened up and stared at Chen Cheng without saying a word, as if he was thinking about something.

Chen Cheng was so frightened by what he saw that he asked tentatively after a long while: "Sir, what are you doing?"
Chapter completed!