It's just that the jade tablet representing Jiang Binhan has countless cracks on its surface, and the surface is even more dull, like a candle in the wind.

"Han'er..."

Jiang Zuomei walked slowly to the high platform, stretched out his right hand, and gently held the cracked jade tablet, but the moment he touched the jade tablet, the cracks of the jade tablet reached the limit, and immediately shattered into countless pieces. Flour.

Jiang Zuomei stared blankly at all this, he felt as if his heart was being torn apart, and a burning pain came over him, making Jiang Zuomei want to roar and vent.

"Patriarch! What happened to Ming Pai Pavilion? Why is it so chaotic?"

Outside the Mingpai Pavilion, a slender figure suddenly came. This person stopped at the entrance of the Mingpai Pavilion, bowed and clasped fists against Jiang Zuomei's back.

This person is in his twenties, tall and tall, exuding an extremely threatening aura, dressed in a purple robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders, swaying in the wind, indescribably chic and refined.

Jiang Zuomei turned around slowly, and the fury in his eyes had been replaced by calmness at this moment, but this calmness was as cold as ten thousand years of black ice.

As soon as this person met Jiang Zuomei's gaze, he couldn't help but shudder in his heart. What kind of gaze is this? Its cold depth is filled with coldness and tyranny, like a volcano about to erupt.

It was the first time for the young man to see Jiang Zuomei showing such an expression, but soon his attention fell on the high platform behind Jiang Zuomei.

When he saw the life card representing Jiang Binhan shattered, his pupils shrank unconsciously, and he lowered his head slightly, not daring to speak nonsense.

But his heart was full of surprise and shock. Jiang Binhan was the patriarch himself, and he was deeply loved by Jiang Zuomei. It can be said that Jiang Binhan is a treasure of Jiang Zuomei.

But now, after Jiang Binhan died, the anger in Jiang Zuomei's heart might have reached the extreme, so the young man didn't dare to speak more, for fear of offending Jiang Zuomei.

Jiang Zuomei glanced at the young man lightly, and he said coldly: "Zetian, don't you feel very lucky now? Once Han'er dies, you will lose one competitor."

The heroic young man in front of him is Jiang Zetian, one of the two evil geniuses of the Binghuo family. He is extremely talented. He has not cultivated for more than 300 years, and his cultivation has reached a level that many younger generations can't match.

At this moment, Jiang Zuomei's words made Jiang Zetian's pupils shrunk, and he said respectfully: "The head of the family is serious, Bin Han is the son of the head of the house, and Ze Tiantang's younger brother, the two are close relatives, Bin Han died unfortunately, Zetian has no anger left in his heart And panic, how can you rejoice?"

Speaking of this, Jiang Zetian's eyes showed a trace of hatred, as if he really hated the murderer who killed Jiang Binhan.

Jiang Zuomei waved her hand, took a deep look at Jiang Zetian, stroked her forehead and said, "In the family, your intelligence network has always been relatively well-connected. Help me find out what happened to Binhan? And who killed him?" ?�

Jiang Zetian leaned over, responded lightly, and then slowly backed away.

However, after Jiang Zetian withdrew from the Mingpai Pavilion, there was an intriguing smile on the corner of his mouth, and he murmured in a low voice: "I really didn't expect that Jiang Binhan would have this day, but I don't know who the hell is, dare to Kill Jiang Binhan."

"However, Jiang Binhan is the parent and son of the Patriarch after all. I can't slack off in the investigation, at least I can't do it perfectly in front of Jiang Zuomei."

After Jiang Zetian left, Jiang Zuomei slowly collected Jiang Binhan's life token, and then he took out a jade talisman and crushed it.

The fragments of the jade talisman began to surge continuously, and finally began to gather into a head emitting white light. This head was the image of an old man with white hair.

"Zuo Mei! Why did you use the birth talisman that the old man gave you?" The white-haired old man frowned slightly.

Jiang Zuomei knelt on the ground with one knee, and said with a passionate expression: "Patriarch, Han'er was killed! You can help me find out, I know that only you can use your supernatural powers to predict the past."

"Huh? Binhan was killed? Who is so bold, dare to kill a member of my Binghuo family, and he is also a direct descendant." The white-haired old man's eyes suddenly darkened, and he said in a deep voice.

"Zuo Mei also doesn't know that Han'er has my Binghuo Clone Talisman, but he was killed. I can't figure out who would know that he is the young master of the Binghuo family, and even kill him." Jiang Zuomei's eyes Showing a look of rage.

The white-haired old man's eyes flickered, and he said, "Let me do the math!"

As he said that, the white hair closed his eyes, and kept kneading his hands. After a while, he opened his eyes, but his brows were furrowed.

"Old Ancestor, what's the matter?" Jiang Zuomei asked hastily.

"I can't figure it out. The past of Bin Han seems to have been sealed by a force. I can't figure out who killed Bin Han at that time." The white-haired old man frowned.

Jiang Zuomei's eyes were startled, and she said, "Old Ancestor, even you can't figure it out, but you have already come into contact with the heavenly immortals of the Dao of Heaven. Such trivial things should be figured out!"

The white-haired old man shook his head and said: "Although the old man has come into contact with the way of heaven, after all, he does not specialize in the ability to practice divination and prophets. come out."

Jiang Zuomei's eyes showed disappointment, and he said dejectedly: "Old Ancestor, even you can't figure it out, so what should we do? Zhongtu is too big, and it is too difficult to rely on manpower to investigate."

"There is still room for this matter. Go to the Prophet's family. Those old guys in the Prophet's family are all veterans of divination, especially in the generation of the Prophet's family. Talisman, it doesn't take long to practice, but her divination ability is even more terrifying than those old guys from the Prophet family."

When the white-haired old man said this, he looked at Jiang Zuomei and said, "Prepare a generous gift and go to the Prophet's family. The truth of this matter can only be determined by the Prophet's family. If the goddess can be invited to come forward, the truth of this matter will naturally come to light. "

"Okay, the old man is now at a critical moment of retreat, and I will leave this matter to you. If there is no important matter, don't bother the old man."

After finishing speaking, the white-haired old man slowly dissipated, while Jiang Zuomei bowed down, her eyes showing respect.

After the white-haired old man completely dissipated, Jiang Zuomei walked out of the Ming Pai Pavilion. This time he prepared a big gift to go to the Prophet's family.

When Jiang Zuomei was preparing the big ceremony, inside a huge sacrificial tower of the Prophet's family in the north, the goddess sat quietly cross-legged on a futon, and in front of her was a huge altar. JrNovels.com