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Chapter four hundred and ninety first broken hand

Ye Yang stretched out his hand to the boss next door and said, "Give me the key to Yu Xuelin's house! You don't have to worry about the rest."

"This..." The boss next door hesitated for a long time, but he didn't see the other person coming out to get the key.

Ye Yang then added: "Can you beat me?"

The boss trembled violently, gritted his teeth and handed the key to Ye Yang: "Master Ye, this matter..."

"You can say I robbed it." Ye Yang picked up the key, opened the door of Feng Shui Residence and walked straight in.

After Feng Ruoxing closed the door, Ye Yang said: "Most of Yu Xuelin is dead. There are clear signs outside."

The key to burglary is clear and hidden markings.

More than 90% of the time, the disciples of the thieving sect will choose to hide their identity. Usually, the disciples of the thief sect choose to use the secret mark to better conceal their identity.

Only under very special circumstances would a clear mark be chosen, such as a burglary party. At that time, the masters of burglary gathered, and they were not afraid of being discovered. The clear mark would show the status of the burglary.

Another possibility is that the disciples of the thieves were in danger and were looking for ways to ask for help from their colleagues, or to create opportunities for themselves to escape, so they threw the mark clearly.

Ye Yang looked around Feng Shui Residence: "Don't move around yet. I'll see if there are any other marks left by Yu Xuelin here."

When Feng Ruoxing pulled Chen Xiaobao to the side, Chen Xiaobao was tugging on Feng Ruoxing's clothes again, while his other hand was desperately pointing to the ground.

When Feng Ruoxing looked in the direction of Chen Xiaobao's finger, he saw a corner of the compass exposed under the table by the wall. It seemed that the compass must have fallen under the table, so that corner was exposed.

The compass is an indispensable magical tool for Feng Shui masters. Every Feng Shui master attaches great importance to his compass and will not let others touch it easily. Even if it is worn out, it will be wrapped in red cloth and stored properly. It will never be touched.

Throw it on the ground.

Feng Ruoxing was curious, so he walked over and squatted on the ground and picked up the compass. When he took the compass, Feng Ruoxing saw that it was only a quarter of the compass.

Feng Ruoxing was immediately shocked - what she saw just now was not a corner of the compass, but someone deliberately cut the compass into four pieces and placed one piece under the table.

This is a trap!

Just as Feng Ruoxing reacted, a faint stream of blood entered his nose. Feng Ruoxing just turned his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, a human hand appeared under the table.

Feng Ruoxing's first reaction was to draw his sword, but the hand showed no reaction from beginning to end.

It wasn't until Feng Ruoxing used her sword to overturn the table that she saw the whole hand clearly. The hand had clearly been cut off according to the length of the table and then taped under the table.

From the fingertips to the edge of the knife, it is exactly the same length as the table, and there is no extraneous part.

Feng Ruoxing tapped the severed hand a few times with his dagger: "This hand has been cut off for a long time. If I hadn't been close to the table, I wouldn't be able to smell the smell of the severed hand. Is this Yu Xuelin's hand?"

"

Ye Yang raised a finger with his sword: "No! The person who stole the door doesn't have a big hand, and the fingers are relatively slender. This hand belongs to someone else. This compass is deliberately leading us to look at this hand."

A master of thieving, no matter which way he goes, will inevitably have to put his hands into a relatively narrow place to get things. His hands are broad and his fingers are too thick, which are not suitable for this kind of business. Ye Yang can tell at a glance that the hands do not belong to the disciples of thieves.

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"Look again!" Ye Yang's eyes flashed slightly, and he walked towards the bookcase on the wall in a few steps. He pressed the handle of the drawer of the bookshelf and slowly pulled it back. Another severed hand appeared in the drawer, with an arm of varying length.

Exactly the same length as the drawer.

Ye Yang removed the books from the bookcase in a few strokes, pointed to the knife edge on the partition of the bookcase and said, "Look here."

Feng Ruoxing pulled out the dagger and compared it: "At that time, someone was standing in your position, piercing the partition of the bookcase with a knife from here, and nailing the person's hand in the drawer."

"At this position... the person should have opened the drawer halfway before taking out the knife, in order to accurately cut off the arm. The person had already known that someone would reach out from the drawer."

Ye Yang raised his head and said: "It seems that there are many places where you can stretch your hands in this Feng Shui Curium!"

Feng Ruoxing's face changed slightly: "Should we go upstairs and have a look?"

"No need!" Ye Yang shook his head slightly and added: "At least we can't go up now! We'll talk about it in the evening."

Ye Yang sat in the Feng Shui Curator for nearly four hours, and it was getting dark outside. Feng Ruoxing lit a stick of white wax on the table and then unlocked Chen Xiaobao's acupuncture points.

Feng Ruoxing was afraid that Chen Xiaobao would really become mute. Unexpectedly, the first words he said would be: "It's so frustrating for me to be with you! Are you warlocks? Do you have the ability? Do you know how to be beaten passively?

?You have already entered the Feng Shui House, and you are still sitting here, you are all idiots! Do you know that you will be beaten?"
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