Chapter 10 Three days later and three days later, death Three days later, and another three days later, He Ning never came back. The chickens and ducks in the small yard had already begun to eat the sand on the ground.
On the seventh day, the courtyard finally changed.
Several disciples dressed as housekeepers came, opened the door of the room and the small courtyard, and began to clean, while the chickens and ducks were left to fend for themselves.
The items in the hut were thrown out, including the cracked tea set that Lin Qing saw that day.
He Ning's personal belongings were packed into a large box and carried away by an internal affairs disciple. Their destination is unknown.
Lin Qing stood behind the tree and watched this scene quietly. His face was expressionless and his eyes were calm, showing no emotion at all.
Just like a few months ago, the tree in front still has the khaki shell of the cicada that has retreated, but there are some traces of wind and frost.
He didn't ask He Ning what happened, but left here with a steady pace.
What happened in the small courtyard has already explained everything. Something happened to He Ning, and he was probably dead.
At this time, the inner disciples nearby had discovered something unusual here. They gathered together in twos and threes to discuss He Ning's death.
Lin Qing looked at all this indifferently, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "Oh, honest man, as expected, no one will remember him until he dies."
He threw away the bag in his hand, and it fell to the ground, revealing the legs of the heavy raccoon bird inside. This was the first one to be slaughtered this year, and it was said to be very precious.
Bottles and cans of different sizes were thrown out by Lin Qing, and the wings and legs were burned up by the fireballs one by one.
The firelight illuminated Lin Qing's face, which flickered in and out, and he said: "Since you didn't get the barbecue up there, let's take it downstairs to eat. First marinate it with the sauce in the white bottle, then pour some cooking wine in the red bottle, and the meat tenderizer powder I prepared. I don't know what to do. If it doesn't work, let's talk about it later.
The meat needs to be cut into one-inch pieces as I told you last time, then skewered with bamboo skewers, and grilled on the iron frame I made. When the oil becomes oily, sprinkle some cumin and then some red powder. No. The poison, that's called paprika, is a good thing, and I found it with a lot of , that's almost it, that's it. "
Early the next morning, a young man dressed maturely entered the Ziyang Mansion. He had evasive eyes and cautious behavior. Under the leadership of an outer disciple, he went straight to the Internal Affairs Peak.
After arriving at the place where the disciples of the sect were counted, the young man walked in alone, looked at an old steward sitting there, and said:
"May I ask the Immortal, why and where did my brother die?" His eyes were red, and he looked like he was sad after the death of a close relative.
The steward immediately sat up straight and his expression became solemn, "May I ask your brother's name?"
"He Ning."
"He Ning? I remember him. He used to come to help him a lot, but he died a few days ago. Please wait a moment."
After the steward finished answering, he immediately began to look through the booklet in front of him, and finally stopped at one of the pages.
"He Ning, 33 years old, has been in the industry for 16 years, has reached the tenth level of Qi refining, and has completed a total of 51 internal affairs tasks.
He fell into the Jingchuan Peak ten days ago. The task he performed at that time was to pick Tianshou Fruit. Qin Tianyu, Qin Tianqi, and Lu Shuang were with him. "
"Oh, he is a good boy. What a pity. Who are you to him?"
The young man listened to all this expressionlessly, but his moving lips showed his inner unrest.
"I am his brother. May I ask the Immortal, where is my brother's body?"
The steward sighed and slowly shook his head, "Oh, I have lost track of him. Jingchuan Peak is a deep stream with countless poisonous insects. Once it falls, there will be no bones left."
"I understand. Thank you, God." The young man's face was expressionless, but he clenched his fists. "There are so many bones in the secluded fairy road, life and death are destined."
"Sorrow"
The young man left Ziyang Mansion. After walking a few miles and making sure that no one was following him, he put away the sadness on his face and his red eyes became clear.
With a slight exertion on his feet, he flew out as fast as lightning, even faster than a normal foundation-building monk could fly.
The young man was Lin Qing in disguise, and all he did was to find out the cause of He Ning's death.
After all, He Ning was his first friend in this world, so it was unreasonable to die in such an unexplained way.
Moreover, it seems that a good person should not disappear so silently.
"Qin" Lin Qing muttered this surname. At this time, he heard this surname for the second time. The first time was from He Ning himself that day. He must have been the young man in the gorgeous clothes.
All the answers seem to be right in front of you. He Ning's death was not an accident, but a deliberate murder.
At this moment, he just wanted to go to Jingchuan Peak to see if there were as many poisonous insects there as the steward said.
An hour later, Lin Qing stood on a towering cliff, feeling the strong wind coming from all directions, and he sighed deeply.
In front of him was a dark mountain stream that was bottomless. With He Ning's cultivation, if he fell down, he would definitely die.
With Lin Qing's cautious temperament, he did not go in rashly, but searched around the top of the mountain, trying to find some clues.
During this period, he was running the "Hundred Ghosts Night Travel to Know the Mysterious Axis" at full strength. If there were ghosts nearby, he would be able to sense them.
One hour, two hours, three hours Until the moonlight enveloped the world, Lin Qing was already within the mountain stream 200 meters away from the peak, but still found nothing.
Just when he decided to go down another 100 meters and go back without any clues, he suddenly felt complicated and confusing thoughts spreading in the darkness, and the source was the mountain stream below.
Lin Qing's scalp suddenly exploded, the hairs all over his body stood up silently, and a huge dangerous aura enveloped him. "what is that?"
His eyes were fixed on the darkness. The clouds and mist there had long since dissipated. It seemed that something was coming up, and faint rustling sounds could still be heard.
People have the greatest degree of alertness and fear for the unknown, and Lin Qing is no exception. He looked at his feet and saw countless small dots crawling along the mountain. They were not moving very fast, but because of their number, they seemed very... fast.
These black spots are ants, Lin Qing's good friends.
They are climbing along the mountain to the top of the mountain. This is not migration, it seems like they are running for their lives. Lin Qing's expression changed, and the spiritual power in his body was running at an extreme speed, making his body glow with a faint light. This is a human's instinctive reaction when facing danger.
But at this moment, his perception seemed to have exceeded its previous limits, and he detected a crack dozens of meters below, where there was the aura of the Yin spirit.
"Should we go or not?" This was the question before him at this moment. The danger below and the aura of the Yin spirit formed a scale in his heart, intertwining back and forth.
Three seconds later, Lin Qing's eyes were firm, her teeth were clenched, and she turned around and rushed downwards!
There was only one thought in his mind, what if it was?If you don’t go, will you regret it later?
There is no doubt that it will.
(End of this chapter)