"I didn't ask these questions face to face, you come back and try to ask Ling."

"You don't need to ask, we will reply." Zhang Yuanqing typed in the message and replied to Guan Ya. Halfway through typing, he saw Guan Ya's second message:

"I always feel that there are a lot of unreasonable things in this matter. The purpose of the attacker's assassination of Long Live Bai Hu is unclear, and how did he get to Long Live Bai Hu's residence.

"From the video of last night's battle, the assailant was agile and good at chasing. As a senior saint, he actually let the white tiger escape when he was ambushing ahead of time?

"I watched the surveillance of the second assassination, and I seriously doubt the assassination level of the attacker"

Guan Ya was half complaining and half expressing her views on the incident.

Looking at the information, Zhang Yuanqing frowned a little bit, realizing the contradiction.

According to what Uncle Zhang himself said, he assassinated Long Live Baihu in order to clear the way for his grandson's promotion, so there is no possibility of keeping his hand. A veteran saint ambushed a newly promoted saint with such a great advantage, but he failed. Doubtful, unreasonable.

The most unreasonable thing is that since Baihu Wansui is just an insignificant passer-by, and there was no long-planned follow-up and investigation during the period, how could Uncle Zhang, an evil profession, easily get to Baihu Wansui's address?

Unless there is an inner ghost!

Zhang Yuanqing frowned and said:

"I'm going to see Master Wuhen."

Madoka looked at him puzzled.

But Zhang Yuanqing did not explain, turned around and ran to the corridor, along the stairs, rushed to the fourth floor in one breath, he stopped outside the door of "404", slapped the door, and said:

"Master, I have something to see!"

After shouting, Zhang Yuanqing tried to turn the doorknob.

"Crack!"

The doorknob was unscrewed smoothly, and in the next second, the corridor of the hotel disappeared, and the wooden door disappeared, replaced by a Buddhist temple with smoke and candles.

Zhang Yuanqing subconsciously looked at the towering golden Buddha that went straight to the top of the hall. It sat with its flowers in its arms, half-closed its eyes, and looked down with compassion and cruelty.

The golden Buddha has not changed, and the master's mood is still very stable. Zhang Yuanqing looked down, looked at the back of Tsing Yi sitting cross-legged on the futon, bowed and said:

"Master, Uncle Zhang has returned to the spirit realm. I am puzzled about something, so I am here to ask for advice."

After a pause, without waiting for Master Wuhen to respond, he asked directly:

"Why did Uncle Zhang see you yesterday? Do you know about him?"

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and Master Wuhen suppressed the pained voice, echoing in the hall:

"He said that he found his grandson who had been separated for many years. The grandson forced him to assassinate the official saint. He didn't want to do any more murders. He was very painful, but he was ashamed of that child, and he couldn't refuse.

"He intends to use his own life to make up for his grandson. He came to say goodbye to me last night. He will return to the spiritual realm ahead of schedule."

Wei Yuanzhou forced him to assassinate Long Live the White Tiger? !

There was a "boom" in Zhang Yuanqing's mind, as if a thunder had exploded, his expression suddenly froze.

After a short period of confusion and astonishment, his thoughts quickly returned, he was no longer confused or dazed, and the context of the whole incident suddenly became clear.

After the killing dungeon ended, the number of official saints skyrocketed slightly, crowding out the promotion space for veteran saints. Because of Wei Yuanzhou's "unsuitable" relationship, the chances of promotion were already small and difficult. JrNovels.com