Chapter 279 Encounter (Second Update, Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket)

Looking around the casino, the lights are like weaving, red is falling, every face is reflected in greed, but some are excited, some are excited, some are lost, some are in pain, the sound of dice, pai gow, horse hanging, and so on It sounds no different than before.

This made Meng Qi seem to have had a dream, dreaming of an assassination, but when he woke up, there was no trace, and he was still in the casino.

The assassin's ability to hide his aura and cover up his murderous intent was unique to Meng Qi in his life. When he was not making moves, he was no different from ordinary people. There was no difference in the true sense.

"Qiu Fei found out and deliberately led me to a crowded place like a casino to assassinate me?"

"With his half-step strength on location, he can take me to an uninhabited place outside the city to do it myself. Wouldn't it be more reliable?"

"Or is it the person he wants to meet, who sends a gang of assassins to find and eliminate the stalkers?"

Thoughts came to mind one after another. Meng Qi grasped the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand and slowly passed through the crowd of people and arrived at the entrance of the private room.

This place is much cleaner, with many courtyards, each integrated into one, making it convenient for people with status to have fun. Meng Qi lost the trace of Qiu Fei, and he couldn't snoop in every private room. That would easily offend people he shouldn't, so he had to hide. At the entrance of the elegant courtyard, waiting for the dealer and maid to come out, they asked using the magic of phantom mixed with a little bit of "the magic of changing the sky and striking the earth".

"I've never seen this person before..."

"There is no private room in my charge..."

"No new guests came in just now..."

Each answer made Meng Qi puzzled. He was clearly watching Qiu Fei walking towards the private room. Where did he go?

After searching for a while, Meng Qi finally determined that he had lost him, and he was more inclined to believe that the assassin's purpose was to hinder or get rid of the people who were following Qiu Fei.

"But you won't use such a powerful assassin to do chores..." With such doubts, Meng Qi left Tianzi No. 1 Casino and returned to the rented compound.

Because of what happened to the assassin just now, he was in high spirits and opened the door cautiously to prevent an ambush and assassination.

The courtyard door creaked open, but Meng Qi's pupils shrank violently.

In the center of the courtyard, there was something that he didn't have before he left.

This is a coffin!

This is a dark coffin!

The dim moonlight fell and flowed through the black coffin, bringing with it an indescribable gloom.

Someone brought me a coffin... Meng Qi was shocked and angry. "Heaven's Wound" unsheathed directly, alternating steps, and slowly approached the coffin.

He suppressed his emotions and reflected on the surrounding scene. There was no life inside the coffin, no sense of flesh and blood, and it didn't look like someone was ambushing him.

Tian Zhishang picked it up, and the coffin lid fell to the side. There was nothing inside, except for a small wooden sculpture.

It was carved into the shape of a human being, the size of a palm, with a face full of pain, and a piece of paper stuck to the lower lip, covering the body.

There are four words written on the note:

"Crazy Sword Su Meng."

What kind of hero is he who pretends to be a god? Meng Qi was not frightened and snorted coldly. Is this a declaration of death or an act to deliberately disturb his state of mind?

He believed that if Qingyu behaved like this again, his methods would not be so despicable, because if he was exposed, it would only discredit the Xuantian Sect. How could the Heavenly Emperor's orthodoxy be such a coward?

So, he was being targeted?

Who is it and which force did it?

What do you want to achieve?

Meng Qi was not a nice gentleman who was bullied into the house but got rich in a friendly manner. After carefully searching all over the yard and finding no clues, he put away the wood carvings and notes and knocked on the neighbor's door next door.

After a while, the neighbor next door came out in his coat, sleepy-eyed and yawning, and peered out through the crack in the door to prevent robbers from trying to break the door.

"Old man, I have something to ask you." Meng Qi said bluntly. He had long since released the changes in the Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques and washed away the things on his face.

The old man was startled at first, then opened the door and asked half curiously and half worried: "Mr. Su, are you asking about the coffin in the courtyard?"

"Exactly." Meng Qi nodded and replied.

The old man pursed his lips a few times: "Mr. Su, not long after you left, someone gave you a coffin. Because you were not at home, you asked Lao Ye to open the door and said that you bought it yourself. Lao Ye thought you wanted to challenge A certain master prepared a coffin for himself to cut off the escape route, so he opened the door to let them in. "

Lao Ye is the landlord.

"Do you know who sent it?" Meng Qi asked with a frown.

The neighbor shook his head: "They were two strangers. They looked like they were from the coffin shop, but they were definitely not from nearby."

The coffin shop... this must have been entrusted by someone, right? Meng Qi was very confident in his spiritual skills. As long as he found the coffin shop, he could ask the clerk and shopkeeper about the appearance of the person who bought the coffin.

"What's so special about their appearance?" Meng Qi asked.

The neighbor thought carefully and suddenly said "ah": "One of the guys had a black mole on the corner of his mouth, which was very conspicuous."

After asking a few more questions, Meng Qi thanked him sincerely, turned and left the door, thinking about countermeasures.

"Carrying the coffin through the market in the middle of the night, Maoling is not a place under curfew. Many drunkards and gamblers return at night, and with the watchmen, many people should have seen it!" Without further delay, Meng Qi decided to investigate immediately.

After calculating the time, Meng Qi decided to find the group of watchmen who were nearby at the time.

Without much trouble, he found his target by asking other watchmen.

"I remember that coffin very clearly. Who wouldn't be scared when seeing a coffin in the middle of the night?" Thinking back to it, the old watchman was still a little trembling. Even though he was far away, it still left a deep impression on him. He thought there was a corpse transformation. .

Meng Qi was delighted, there was a clue!

"Father, which street did you see them coming from? Do you know which coffin shop they are from?" He suppressed his joy.

The other night watchman thought about it and said in an uncertain tone: "They came from North Street. There seems to be only one coffin shop nearby."

Meng Qi was refreshed, asked about the specific location of the coffin shop, and rushed there at night.

There were few pedestrians and the night was dark. The door of the coffin shop was closed and hidden in the darkness.

Meng Qi did not delay and climbed over the wall and fell into the yard, intending to "ask" one by one.

Suddenly, he smelled a bloody smell at the tip of his nose. His heart tightened and he followed the smell to the back door of the shop.

The door was not closed, half-covered, and Meng Qi pushed it lightly, and it fell against the wall.

Carefully stepping in, the first thing that caught my eye was a row of black coffins, which were neatly placed there, weird and gloomy.

Taking a deep breath, his nose filtered the smell and distinguished the source of the bloody smell.

Meng Qi walked to a coffin step by step, "Heaven's Wound" gathered strength, "Ziwu" stretched out, and opened the lid of the coffin.

The lid slid down, revealing the situation inside the coffin.

Inside lay a man with wide eyes, a dead man with a terrified face!

There was an obvious black mole at the corner of his mouth!

Cause of death: sword in the eyebrow.

"He was silenced..." Meng Qi frowned slightly, and felt that the matter was more confusing.

According to the source of the bloody smell, Meng Qi opened two more coffins, and there were also two dead people lying in them, one dressed as a waiter, and the other dressed better, probably the shopkeeper, both with sword in the eyebrow.

"The sword was sharp, the wound was deep and narrow, he must be a good swordsman..." Meng Qi judged the martial arts characteristics of the murderer from the wound, but there was no other trace except the wound in the eyebrow.

He turned around and searched the counter, and found that the account book had been burned to ashes, leaving no purchase records.

"The clue is broken?" Meng Qi gritted his teeth, squatted down again to check the body, and made a final effort.

Huh? Meng Qi suddenly realized something was wrong. Both of the clerks had their mouths half-open and looked terrified. Only the shopkeeper had a terrified face but his lips were tightly closed.

With a gentle force, Meng Qi opened the shopkeeper's mouth and found that he was holding a ball of paper!

The surface of the paper was soaked with saliva. Meng Qi took great pains to unfold it and found that it was part of the account book. It seemed that when he first did the account, he made a mistake in the amount of silver. He was too lazy to correct it, so he tore it off and threw it away. Later, he picked it up again and stuffed it into his mouth.

Meng Qi seemed to be able to imagine the scene at that time. One of the clerks was killed, and the remaining one tried to escape and call for help. The shopkeeper saw that the other party was so strong that he couldn't escape at all. He was so scared that he collapsed to the ground and fell beside the dustpan. Seeing the ball of paper, he held the heart of dying together and quietly stuffed the ball of paper into his mouth and closed it tightly.

The records on the paper ball were already blurred, and Meng Qi could barely make out some of the content:

"... Guanjinyuan... Jiang Tapo... Order a nanmu coffin... Send it to..."

Guanjinyuan... Jiang Tapo... Meng Qi repeated it, took back the paper ball, wiped off his traces, left the shop, and went straight to Guanjinyuan, which was a famous inn in Maoling.

Not long after, Meng Qi sneaked into Guanjinyuan. By "asking" the waiter, he knew that Jiang Tapo lived in Hefeng Xiaozhu. He came alone a few days ago, but martial artists often visited him.

Meng Qi was skilled and daring. He turned into a phantom demon and directly entered Hefeng Xiaozhu.

In his perception, there was no breath in the wing room.

Could it be that Jiang Tapo had escaped?

Carefully opening the window, Meng Qi jumped in. Before he landed, he saw the scene in the room clearly.

A young man was half-sitting on the ground, his back against the bed, his eyes wide open, his expression frozen with fear, and a long knife mark between his chest and abdomen!

He had the iconic slanting eyes and sweeping eyebrows, which completely matched the image of Jiang Tabo described by the waiter!

"He was also killed?" Meng Qi immediately noticed something unusual.

The knife marks were burnt black, as if struck by lightning, thus erasing the blood, so Meng Qi didn't smell it outside.

"This, if you look at it at first glance, it looks like I did it!"

Meng Qi's heart moved, turned around and jumped out of the window, intending to leave this place first.

At this moment, with a crisp sound, a stone flew from outside the yard and hit the steps. The sound was not loud, but it rang far in the quiet night.

Meng Qi's spirit instantly climbed to the peak, and he tried to swing his knife towards the place where the stone came from.

A figure rushed in from outside, and after seeing the stranger, he immediately blocked Meng Qi's way.

He was young, with dark skin, conspicuous thick eyebrows, and ordinary clothes, like a farmer, and his every move complemented the surrounding environment.

The young man had very strong eyesight. He saw the body beside the bed through the open window. His expression suddenly became gloomy, with uncontrollable anger and hatred.

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