Yun Zhan looked past Lin Qingyang with cold eyes and looked at Cang Mo behind him.
"What does it have to do with me if that woman dies? You Human Clan still like to bite people." Cang Mo snorted coldly, looking unhappy.
The long sword in Yun Zhan's hand buzzed, and the blade was pointed directly at Cang Mo. Apparently he didn't believe a word he said. He turned his eyes to Lin Qingyang who was standing in the middle, and asked with a bit of worry, "Senior, are you okay?"
Sensing Yun Zhan's gaze on Lin Qingyang, Cang Mo frowned and stretched out his hand to pull Lin Qingyang into his arms., and then grabbed it with one hand in the air, and the white fox fur that fell on the ground instantly flew into his palm. With a flick of his wrist, he wrapped the fox fur tightly around Lin Qingyang's body, covering up those dazzling red marks.
Seeing Lin Qingyang raising his eyes and looking at himself suspiciously, Cang Mo frowned and explained with a bit of annoyance in his tone, "I thought that woman was in the way, so I knocked her unconscious and threw her into an empty room. I don't know how she died!"
Lin Qingyang frowned slightly, but did not doubt what Cang Mo said. Now that the two clans are about to conclude a peace contract, killing people in the Human Clan's territory will only bring unnecessary trouble to Demon Emperor City. Cang Mo will not be so stupid.
But Yun Zhan obviously didn't think so. Cang Mo's reputation for tyranny and capriciousness had long spread throughout the world of cultivation. After being divorced, he was unwilling to accept it, so he sneaked into Wuyoufang to entangle him, and conveniently killed Fairy Shuangwei to vent his anger. It was just natural.
"You are the only demon in this Wuyoufang. If not you, who else could it be?" Yun Zhan said coldly.
"You Divine Sword Mountain are really the same as the next, and you are just the same as the one below!" Cang Mo was originally unhappy because of Lin Qingyang's rejection. Now not only was he inexplicably blamed, but he was also provoked by this sanctimonious pretty boy, and Demonic Qi around him became more and more irritable.
Hearing that his master was being humiliated, Yun Zhan stopped talking nonsense. With a flick of his wrist, a sharp sword energy tore through the air like frost and snow, approaching Cang Mo's face!
"Seeking death!" Cang Mo swung the Howling Moon knife unceremoniously, and the violent black Demonic Power turned into a sword light and faced him boldly.
"Let go of Senior Lin!" Yun Zhan shouted coldly, the sword energy crisscrossing the small space.
Hearing this, Cang Mo's eyes narrowed dangerously. Yun Zhan's words were tantamount to trying to snatch his person in person. For the wolf, this was an absolutely intolerable provocation!
In the room, the pure Sword Intent collided with the violent Demonic Qi. The dilapidated house made an overwhelmed creaking sound, and the broken wood and gauze curtains rolled crazily in the air waves.
Seeing that the two of them were about to fight again, Lin Qingyang felt a headache. He forced his sore body to take a step forward and shouted, "Okay! Let's wait for a while before the fight. Let's go and see the body first."
As he said that, he turned to look at Yun Zhan, with a hint of tired reason in his tone. "Yun Zhan, if he didn't kill the person, it means there are other evil spirits causing trouble here, or someone deliberately framed her. If we take action now, it will only let the real murderer escape, and it will also affect the overall peace of the two clans."
Yun Zhan frowned and looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and finally rolled his wrist and sheathed the long sword with a "swish" sound.
Lin Qingyang then turned around and looked at Cang Mo, who was still looking angry next to him, and lightly said three words: "The knife is put away."
Cang Mo stared at him unhappily. He had to explain patiently to that pretty boy in a long way, but only three words came to him? He opened his mouth and was about to protest, but when he saw Lin Qingyang's warning eyes, he still scattered the Howling Moon knife into the void with a stinking face.
"Senior, follow me." Yun Zhan glanced at Cang Mo coldly, turned around and walked out.
Lin Qingyang was about to take a step to keep up, but his wrist was grabbed by Cang Mo.
Cang Mo lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on his bare feet that were stepping on sawdust and residual yarn. He bent down to pick him up and placed him on the edge of the still intact bed. Then he picked up the shoes and socks on the ground, knelt on one knee beside the bed very naturally, held the slightly cold ankle, and skillfully put them on for him.
Yun Zhan, who was walking in front, looked back and saw this scene. He paused, then quickly looked away and quickened his pace.
Cang Mo carefully put on Lin Qingyang's shoes, smoothed his messy long hair, and tightened the collar of the fox fur, and then took him out with satisfaction.
Several people left the private room, and the corridor of Wuyoufang was already empty. There was a murder case, and the terrifying pressure that overflowed from the confrontation between the two masters just now, the guests in the building had long been frightened out of their wits. Occasionally, a few disheveled men and women came out of the corner, and when they saw the three of them, they were so frightened that they rolled and fled down the stairs.
The three of them quickly arrived at the guest room Yun Zhan mentioned.
The door was wide open, and a strong smell of blood mixed with the disgusting Demonic Qi overflowed from inside. When the three of them stepped into the room, they saw a female corpse lying in a pool of blood, and her head had rolled to the foot of the table a few steps away.
Lin Qingyang glanced over, and saw that the incision on the neck was smooth, and there was no coagulation in the wound. Instead, strange black Demonic Qi oozed out from the wound. It was obvious that he was carrying the sharp blade of Demonic Qi in an instant.
Cang Mo only glanced at the corpse coldly, then snorted disdainfully, "To kill a mortal, I don't even need to use a knife."
Yun Zhan frowned and looked at him, but did not refute, because it did sound reasonable.
Cang Mo's nose moved slightly, his narrow eyes looked around, and he said solemnly, "Demonic Qi in this room smells bad, like some kind of bird."
Lin Qingyang also felt that Demonic Qi choked so hard that it hurt the brain, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose.
At this moment, a slight "click" sound suddenly came from the quiet room.
Lin Qingyang glanced sharply and immediately looked around, but except for the three of them and a corpse, there was no living thing in the room.
Immediately afterwards, a "creak" sounded again.
Cang Mo stared at the body on the ground and said in a deep voice, "She is moving."
Lin Qingyang looked around and saw that the originally lifeless and headless female body suddenly shook as if convulsing, and the body hit the floor with a dull "thunk" sound.
"Is this a fake corpse?" Lin Qingyang naturally hid behind Cang Mo. He was still a little afraid of these supernatural events.
The moment he finished speaking, the shaking frequency of the corpse suddenly increased violently, and the black strands Demonic Qi remaining at the wound on the neck rolled and expanded like boiling water.
Then, several dazzling black lights suddenly burst out from the corpse, and then, the complete body broke into several flat pieces without any warning! As the corpse fragments, several black blades of light flew out from every incision on the corpse, heading straight towards the three of them.