Picking up the herbal tea, Zhao Yufan also took a sip.
A chill filled his body, and he suddenly sobered up.
There were two types of people who came to Shuanglong Peak today.
The first category is Han Bingyue, Nangong Yurou, Elder Cimei, Wan Kexin and others.
The purpose of this group of people is very simple, they are just worried about themselves, so they come here.
The second category is Elder Yunhai and others.
They all have their own positions and different purposes, but their starting point is their own interests.
What Zhao Yufan has to do now is to analyze the situation and make the judgment that is most beneficial to him, so as to resist Ma Santong's frame-up.
As night falls, the moon rises above the willow branches.
Today is an extremely peaceful day, but many people know that during this peaceful day, many powerful people appeared on Shuanglong Peak.
They are brewing a storm with this place as the center.
I don't know when the storm will come, but the weather has become gloomy, the cold wind is raging around, and the violent chill makes the warriors shiver.
On the rugged mountain road of Shuanglong Peak, a black shadow is climbing up.
Through the faint moonlight, you can see that the man's arm is wrapped with gauze, and he seems to be injured.
This person came to the door of the ghost tower, took a deep breath, gently knocked on the cold steel door, and shouted impatiently: "Zhao Yufan, are you there?"
Hearing the sound outside, Zhao Yufan frowned and was full of doubts.
He was very familiar with this voice.
The person who spoke was Zhao Ziyue, but why did he come here?
Pushing open the door, he stared at Zhao Ziyue standing in the cold wind and asked coldly: "Is there something wrong?"
Zhao Ziyue glanced at Zhao Yufan coldly, took out a letter from his arms, and said with a sneer: "This is a letter from Ma Santong to you."
After Zhao Yufan took the letter, he said again: "Don't be too arrogant, it will be tomorrow." your death date" "Get lost!"
Zhao Yufan yelled angrily and was about to close the door, but unfortunately Zhao Ziyue reached out to block it.
Zhao Ziyue looked proud, puffed out his chest, and said sarcastically: "You are in a desperate situation now, and you still dare to be so arrogant, but you should be arrogant, tomorrow is your day of death."
Zhao Yufan's face became even colder and he said disdainfully: "If you don't get out, you will die here."
Hearing this, Zhao Ziyue's face turned red and he opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
He snorted coldly and turned around to leave.
Zhao Yufan sat on the ghost tower with some annoyance, watching Zhao Ziyue leave Shuanglong Peak, then slowly stood up and opened the letter Ma Santong gave him.
There were only eight words in the letter: Kill Zhao and kill the horse, and great things will happen.
At this time, pieces of snowflakes fell from the sky, and the white snow in the sky quickly covered the earth with a layer of silver.
He reached out and took a piece of snowflake.
As soon as the snowflake touched his skin, it melted into little water stains.
Zhao Yufan stared at the palm of his hand and murmured: "It's snowing again."
It's snowing again.
It seems that every time it snows, something happens around Zhao Yufan.
The snow was particularly heavy this time, and it didn’t stop falling all night long.
In the vast white world, tiny black dots are constantly moving.
They are the Qinglan Sect disciples who got up early in the morning to clear the snow.
The disciples habitually took a look at the ghost tower at Shuanglong Peak.
The ghost tower had disappeared.
Where the ghost tower once stood, a small snow mountain appeared.
On top of this snow was the ghost tower covered with white snow.
In the ghost tower, Zhao Yufan was wearing a snow-white robe and opened the door.
A cold wind mixed with snow foam rushed down his neck into his warm body.
He shivered and breathed in the fresh air, feeling that Qinglan Sect had become a different world.
He walked slowly down the mountain, and after walking for more than ten steps, he heard someone at the foot of the mountain exclaiming.
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"Dead people" Then, there was another exclamation: "Zhao Ziyue is dead" Hearing this, Zhao Yufan stopped, hesitated for a moment, jumped like a cheetah among the rocks, and rushed down the mountain peak.
Zhao Ziyue's body was almost covered with snow.
If the Qinglan Sect disciples who cleared the snow hadn't found it, the body might not have been discovered until the snow melted.
Zhao Ziyue opened his eyes, and his dull pupils were filled with complex emotions, including panic, helplessness, disbelief, and unwillingness.
He died, killed by a sword.
This sword was very fierce, killing him with one blow and stabbing him in the neck.
Looking at Zhao Ziyue's body, Zhao Yufan frowned, looked at the dozens of disciples who were watching, and asked: "Who asked you to come here to clear the snow?"
"I, we came here voluntarily."
A disciple replied solemnly.
Zhao Yufan nodded slightly and asked, "Have you ever touched a corpse?"
"No" Staring at Zhao Ziyue's body, he discovered something strange.
The body lay very flat, as if he knew he was going to die, so he lay neatly dressed on the ground.
Soon, Zhao Yufan understood that this was definitely not the first scene of the crime.
Someone had placed the body here intentionally.
At this moment, noisy sounds were heard in the distance.
Zhao Yufan frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and immediately walked towards the Twelve Heavenly Gates.
The noise became louder and louder.
Ma Santong led dozens of law enforcement disciples and rushed to the scene of the incident.
They were accompanied by thousands of Qinglan Sect disciples.
The death of a disciple of the Alchemy Sect in Qinglan Sect was a big deal.
Soon, Elder Yunhai and other powerful people arrived.
After everyone's analysis, it was finally determined that the murderer was a master of swordsmanship, and he killed Zhao Ziyue last night, and the murderer was very powerful.
Ma Santong's eyes lit up and he said decisively: "It's Zhao Yufan.
This place is closest to Shuanglong Peak, and Zhao Yufan is also a master of swordsmanship.
Only he can kill Zhao Ziyue silently."
Hearing this, many people showed strange expressions.
They did not think that it was Zhao Yufan who did it.
There are countless masters of swords in Qinglan Sect.
There are not a hundred but eighty people who can kill Zhao Ziyue.
So they decisively identified Zhao Yufan as the murderer. , obviously unfair.
They knew it was unfair, but everyone present was speechless.
Ma Santong scanned the crowd and saw that no one refuted, so he couldn't help shouting happily: "Law enforcement disciples obey the order and immediately arrest the murderer Zhao Yufan.
If he dares to resist, he will be punished on the spot."
The law enforcement disciples ordered their names and immediately rushed to the Ghost Tower to arrest Zhao Yufan.
In fact, there were more than a dozen disciples present who knew that Zhao Yufan was not in the Ghost Tower because they had just seen Zhao Yufan go to the Twelve Heavens Gate.
However, they did not remind the law enforcement disciples that in their eyes, Zhao Yufan did not bother to kill Zhao Ziyue.
The current Twelve Heavenly Gates are controlled by Wan Kexin, and some attacks and defenses have been added to the jungle.
The current Twelve Heavenly Gates are much more powerful than before.
However, the Twelve Heavenly Gates are still the Twelve Heavenly Gates.
Zhao Yufan can walk here and come and go freely.
Soon, he arrived at the former attic.
When I opened the attic door, the room was spotless.
It was obvious that someone had been cleaning it frequently.
Gently touching the walls, tables and chairs where he once lived, Zhao Yufan laughed.
"It's you."
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At this time, Wan Kexin's delicate voice sounded outside the door, "You are not in the ghost tower, why did you come here?"
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