Feng Ruoxing said without hesitation: "It's true that Zhang Fang can't look in the mirror. There has always been such a tacit understanding on Feng Shui Street that no one will let him look in the mirror."

"He was able to win the sympathy of Shu Dao precisely because Ning'an forced him to look in the mirror."

The story that can really deceive people is not nine lies and one truth, but nine truths and one lie. Lies mixed with truth are the most deadly blow.

What Zhang Fang said must be true, otherwise, I would have doubts about him as long as I inquired a little bit.

Not looking in the mirror must be a rule set by Zhang Shun for him.

Feng Ruoxing continued: "As for the cause of Zhang Shun's death? I really can't draw a conclusion on this point. When human nature is truly dark, it is very scary and even outrageous. However, without any evidence, I

Next, I still don’t want to doubt human nature.”

"You seem to be more affectionate than me!" I returned the original words to Feng Ruoxingdao with a smile but not a smile: "Warlocks are ruthless, and magicians are ruthless!"

I walked towards the door without waiting for Feng Ruoxing to speak: "Just help me bring the message to your companions, and I will do the rest!"

When I was going out, I clearly heard Feng Ruoxing whispering: "Narrow-minded and suspicious guy."

Feng Ruoxing said I was naughty because I took advantage of the opportunity and returned her words; as for me being suspicious, it was because she saw my purpose and I didn't take her with me.

She felt extremely depressed.

I didn't have time to think about Feng Ruoxing's mood, so I sneaked all the way to Feng Shui Street after leaving the hotel.

At this time, every house in Feng Shui Street was closed, and a mirror covered with black cloth hung at the door of every house. This storm inexplicably swept into Feng Shui Street, causing the originally bustling street to fall into a very disturbing situation.

Feeling oppressive fear.

Even just walking on the street, I can feel the solemn atmosphere. It is not that there are no people in Feng Shui Street. From the corner of my eye, I can see at least four figures, hiding behind the curtains like ghosts and peering into the street.

I stopped in front of a shop without a mirror. Zhang Fang said that his shop was the last one on Feng Shui Street.

There are no mirrors in this shop, so this is most likely the Zhang family's shop. Zhang Fang already regards himself as the king of martial arts in his heart, and a king is naturally a little different.

Just as I was about to knock on the door, I heard someone calling me from behind: "Oh...oh...brother...don't knock on the door!"

When I turned around to look, I happened to see the owner of the shop diagonally opposite hiding behind the door and waving to me: "Stop knocking! There is a dead person in that shop and they are no longer doing business!"

I walked over in a few steps and asked, "Is this Zhang's store?"

"That's right!" The man nodded and said, "This is the Zhang family's old shop. All the old Zhang family members are dead. Don't go in!"

"Oh, thank you!" As I was about to leave, I suddenly turned around and thrust my hand into the room through the crack of the door. I grabbed the other person's neck and lifted him up through the door.

I didn't wait for the other person's dangling feet to touch the door, so I pushed the door panel with my toes, dodged and rushed into the room, picked up the person and pushed him against the wall.

The left hand holding the opponent's neck was slightly loosened, and the dagger pulled out by the right hand was already pressed against the opponent's stomach.

I stared at the other person's eyes with dagger-like eyes: "Tell me, where is the Zhang family's old shop?"

The man struggled and raised his hand, gesturing for me to let go of him a little more, and then reluctantly said: "The one you just knocked on was Zhang's old shop."

I moved my right hand forward slightly, and the tip of the dagger made a gash on the opponent's belly. When the blood flowed down the opponent's clothes, the person's face turned white, and beads of sweat rolled down the tip of his nose.

Come down.

I said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, this knife didn't pierce your stomach. If you keep talking nonsense to me, I don't guarantee that I can stop you."

"I really..." The man only said two words, and purple light and murderous intent overflowed from my eyes: "You can't hang mirrors on Feng Shui streets. Why is there a mirror in your house? Or is it facing diagonally?

Zhang’s old shop? Said——”

When I was talking to that person just now, I saw a mirror through the crack of the door. The back of the person's head and half of my face were clearly reflected on the mirror.

On Feng Shui Street, no one dared to touch the mirror, but he hung a full-length mirror at home. The mirror was diagonally facing the crack of the door. Isn't it just so that the people in the mirror could see clearly who had been to Zhang's shop?

This person is working for Zhang Fang.

I didn't touch the mirror after entering the door and went to touch the person first because I was betting that Zhang Fang wouldn't be able to use the secret technique at this time.

Since Zhang Fang wants to play the role of the savior of magic, he has to return to the warlocks. In full view of the public, he must be busy acting and preparing for his final big show to turn the tide, so he has no time to use secret techniques.

However, if I move the mirror, I will wake up Zhang Fang and force him to fight with me.

Now, it is not the time to force him, but the time for me to race against time to return to Zhangjia Shop.
Chapter completed!