NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 9 Xue Mojin Xiaoweibei
"Commissioner Xue, what are you suspecting?" Zhao Si asked.
"I was just wondering, do you know how Mr. Zhao is doing in terms of Feng Ping? Do you have any enemies?"
Zhao Si was stunned for a moment, then pointed to himself in disbelief, "Commissioner Xue, are you asking me?"
Xue Bei nodded, "Of course, you are a close confidant of Mr. Zhao, so naturally you should know more about Mr. Zhao."
But what is the relationship between Master Zhao and City Lord Zhao? This is the death of City Lord Zhao, not the death of Young Master Zhao.
Zhao Si thought in his heart.
"Sorry, I don't know." Zhao Si said firmly.
Xue Bei did not stop at the question. Instead, he pointed to the tracker not far away and continued to ask Zhao Si: "Why does the tracker wear no clothes when he is stretching?"
"Ok?"
Zhao Si didn't know how Xue Bei's brain circuit was developed, so he had to explain:
"The trackers' clothes are soaked in salt from sweat and the ropes are frayed. It won't last for a few days. Moreover, the trackers have to prevent diseases."
"Prevent disease?"
"If you wear clothes, sometimes on the shore and sometimes in the water, the clothes will get wet and dry on the body. Not only is it inconvenient, but it is also easy to get rheumatism, arthritis and other diseases, so it is better not to wear clothes."
Zhao Si explained to Xue Bei in detail.
Xue Bei looked at the group of trackers who had been dispersed. They gathered together and looked up at Mr. Zhao's cruise ship in disgrace.
"You are very familiar with the life of a tracker."
Zhao Si smiled shyly: "I live here, I should know this."
"Then do you think Mr. Zhao is familiar with the life of trackers? Do you know why they don't wear clothes?"
Xue Bei asked.
Zhao Si didn't speak, he still looked cautious.
Mr. Zhao definitely doesn't know much about the daily life and productive labor of the trackers. Even if Mr. Zhao does, I'm afraid he won't be able to empathize.
Zhao Si knew this, but he couldn't say it.
A slave cannot criticize his master.
No matter what, Young Master Zhao is still Young Master, and Zhao Si is Zhao Si.
"Thank you Mr. Zhao for your hospitality for me."
Xue Bei walked in the air towards the Barak River, and Zhao Si nodded and watched Xue Bei leave.
"Is he gone?"
Mr. Zhao walked out drunkenly and looked at Xue Bei's leaving figure.
"Let's go." Zhao Si said respectfully.
"Give him information and ask him to leave immediately."
Mr. Zhao's eyes changed from drunken to cunning in a moment, and there was even some anger in his eyes.
"It's best if dog bites dog... hahahaha!"
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The outskirts of Wushan City.
Xue Bei walked into a group of mausoleums, which were the tombs of the ancestors of the Zhao family.
Qian Renxue floated faintly next to Xue Bei, adding a spooky atmosphere to this strange environment.
"Do you really want to do this?"
"I think."
"But doing it here... is very dirty."
"It doesn't matter, you can stay on top and I'll move it."
"Then... let's do it."
Xue Bei took out a large metal shovel from the storage soul guide, and then aimed it at the newly built cemetery below and shoveled it down hard.
"Bam—"
The soil turned outwards, and with the blessing of soul power, Xue Bei shoveled directly onto the coffin of City Lord Zhao.
"Buried so shallowly?"
Xue Bei estimated the thickness of the coffin, hoping that City Lord Zhao's body would not be damaged by the shovel.
"Maybe you shoveled too deep." Qian Renxue said quietly like a ghost, perfectly blending into the atmosphere here.
"Do not."
Xue Bei waved his arm again and dug up the soil, "Someone has touched the tomb of City Lord Zhao. It is reasonable for such a wealthy family to have a large tomb. How could it be possible to just dig a hole and bury it like ordinary people?"
"Since it has been touched, is it useful to look at City Lord Zhao's body to deduce the cause of death?" Qian Renxue asked.
"Let's take a look first."
Xue Bei quickly dug up the grave, and the coffin of golden nanmu was exposed under the power of his soul.
"It's quite rich. A city lord can actually use this kind of coffin." Qian Renxue's assessment of the Zhao family's assets has once again reached a new level.
Xue Bei first clasped his hands and bowed in all directions, chanted "Don't blame, don't blame, don't blame", and then pushed the coffin open with his soul power.
Although this has no effect, Xue Bei believes that life still needs a sense of ritual.
Inside the coffin was a corpse, dressed in gold and silver jewelry with a gold family emblem embroidered on it, and his face turned a deathly blue color... as if he had drunk too much chlorophyll.
"Death from poisoning."
Qian Renxue felt that Xue Bei no longer needed to read any more.
This level of greenness cannot be explained by eating too much chlorophyll.
Even Poison Douluo Dugu Bo didn't have this kind of green face back then, it was because he was poisoned to the bone.
"Master Zhao reported to Shrek Academy that he suffered severe chest injuries, but he did not provide any information about the poison."
Xue Bei opened City Lord Zhao's eyelids, revealing the whites of his eyes, "Lamp."
Miss Qian Renxue rolled her eyes, rubbed Xue Bei's dog's head with both hands, and then snapped her fingers, and the light source illuminated the entire upper body of City Lord Zhao.
"The toxin is very similar to poison ivy, is it ghost-faced poison ivy?" Qian Renxue asked.
"Probably, my main attack direction is not plant-based martial arts."
Xue Bei opened the clothes of City Lord Zhao and saw that there was indeed a mark of sewing on his chest. Although it had been cleaned, but he pressed it gently with his hand, he could find that the bones inside were loose.
One hit kill.
"It was spliced together from wood, but the original bones have been shattered."
Apart from this big wound, City Lord Zhao had no other small wounds at all.
Xue Bei could already imagine the confrontation between City Lord Zhao and the evil soul master.
The evil soul master of the vine spirit stabbed City Lord Zhao directly in the chest with sharp and thick branches, releasing the toxin in an instant.
"The poison is very powerful, what else?" Qian Renxue concluded for Xue Bei.
Xue Bei put down the hand on his chest and used his soul power to probe into the inside of City Lord Zhao, "It also absorbs life force."
Although City Lord Zhao looks green and full of vitality on the outside, he is haggard on the inside, which is a sign that his vitality has been forcibly deprived.
"The standard configuration of an evil soul master is to use the lives of others to cultivate yourself." Qian Renxue said calmly.
Xue Bei helped City Master Zhao tidy up his clothes, and then helped him cover the coffin, "I remember that City Master Zhao is also a Soul Emperor. He is an evil soul master who can kill the Soul Emperor with one strike. His cultivation is... Soul Saint?"
The Evil Soul Saint is different from the Evil Soul Emperor. The Evil Soul Master is already stronger than the average soul master. With the blessing of the martial soul avatar, the Evil Soul Saint will only become more powerful.
Although Xue Bei's Angel Sword Wuhun restrained the evil soul master, it was not impossible for the boat to capsize in the gutter under the evil soul saint's martial soul.
After all, City Lord Zhao, who was at the same level as Xue Bei, died at the hands of the evil soul master with just one move.
"Are you afraid?"
"Evil Soul Saint, this is my first time meeting you."
Xue Bei unhurriedly buried the body of City Lord Zhao again, "Let's go, we have to find the Evil Soul Saint, otherwise when he goes crazy, he will harm many ordinary people."
City Lord Zhao has treated the residents of Wushan City in great lack of virtue over the years and there is no difference between them and the evil soul master. Being killed by the evil soul master can only be called evil people.
But Xue Bei didn't want the ordinary people to get hurt. They struggled to survive every day and lived unsatisfactory lives. In the end, they were killed by the evil soul master inexplicably...
Xue Bei is not from a noble family. Even though he is now a Shrek teacher, Xue Bei still thinks that he is still a child of a sharecropper family, so Xue Bei still considers the common people.
Maybe it's called sympathy?
"Actually, it should be the Soul Emperor."
Qian Renxue was still floating next to Xue Bei and followed him out of the Zhao cemetery.
"Soul Emperor?"
"It is impossible for an evil soul master at the soul saint level to stay peacefully for so many years." Qian Renxue raised her eyes and looked at Xue Bei and said.