Chapter 242

"Are you Xiao Hanwen's nephew of Shenmu school?"

"You, you already know who I am?"

Wen Yuanshan nodded, "I know, since I saw you appear in the Mengshan tomb, I know."

"Do you know about the death of haicui mountain and about rohantu?" Xiao Han asked.

In Xiao Han's surprised eyes, Wen Yuanshan nodded, "I know that I am very sad about the death of haicui mountain. He is my apprentice."

Xiao Han was stunned for a few seconds. He never thought that haicui mountain was Wen Yuanshan's Apprentice.

"You killed him?" Xiao Han continues to ask.

"I didn't kill it, but I died." Wen Yuanshan sighed with guilt on his face, and then said a word, which made Xiao Han stiff.

"I know you're here to investigate the murder of your uncle."

From the beginning of entering the door to now, Xiao Han's whole life is in a state of great shock. Wenyuanshan sends out explosive messages one after another. For a moment, Xiao Han even feels that his brain is not enough.

"Do you know who did harm to my uncle?"

Xiao Han stares at Wen Yuanshan tightly, trying to get a positive answer from his eyes.

"You're right, I know."

Wen Yuanshan nodded slowly.

Wen Yuanshan's tone was gentle, as if he had planned to tell Xiao Han about it.

But to Xiao Han, the weight of this sentence is very heavy, heavy to this moment, so long wait may have the result.

"Who is it?"

Xiao Han suppresses his extreme excitement and anger. Excitement is what his mother wants to know all the time. Finally, he has the answer. Anger is that he waited so long to know the news of killing his relatives and enemies.

Too late, too late!

"It's me." Wen Yuanshan sighed.

"It's you?"

For a time, Xiao Han felt angry, his mother also indirectly hurt, this hatred is not common!

Xiao Han grabs Wen Yuanshan's collar and stares at the rickety octogenarian who is about to run out of oil.

At this moment, Xiao Han felt something was wrong!

No! If he did it, he was in his sixties 13 years ago. How could he be his uncle's rival?

It can't be him!

Thinking of this, Xiao Han slowly released his hand, and he glared at Wen Yuanshan.

"Old man, if you come to me to tease me about my uncle, you'd better shut up now, or I won't be soft on you because you're old!"

Xiao Han looks like a knife and stares at Wen Yuanshan coldly. He doesn't know why old man Wen is still interested in joking at this time.

Is it because of wenluan that makes the old man insane?

Xiao Han feels very upset. What happened to his uncle Xiao Hanwen is his scar all the time. He still has no clue about his revenge for killing his uncle. He finally has a clue, but now he has a sudden accident, and old man Wen is still making trouble.

No!

If old man Wen makes trouble, how can he know my uncle's name and the Shenmu sect?

Xiao Han originally turned around to leave, but he suddenly turned around. In his opinion, Wen Yuanshan must know a lot about his uncle, even if he was not the murderer.

"It's really me. I'm the killer." Wen Yuanshan still has a firm face.

"How did my uncle die?" Xiao Han held back his anger and questioned Wen Yuanshan.

Wen Yuanshan didn't speak directly. Instead, he looked up at the roof, his eyes were lax, and he seemed to be remembering something. Then he sighed with a long sigh, "I took a group of people to chase and kill Xiao Hanwen, one of the four plum blossom heroes. We chased him to Qilian mountain, finally intercepted him, and then forced him down the cliff."

"You Xiao Han suddenly roared. He got up and went forward, locking Wen Yuanshan's throat.

"Why not?" Wen Yuanshan had already closed his eyes to die, but after waiting for a minute, he found that Xiao Han didn't start.

"You're lying. My uncle didn't fall to death. He was stabbed through his lungs with a sharp blade and died of bleeding."

Xiao Han shook his head with a cold smile, but he didn't put down his hand.

"Oh?" Wen Yuanshan eyebrows pick, and then said, "it may be too long, I don't remember it very clearly."

"You think I'll believe you?"

Xiao Han knew that old man Wen was lying at all, but he couldn't figure out why old man Wen lied about it and why he said he was the murderer about his uncle?

Does he want to die so much?

No, no, definitely not. If you really want to die, he should have told me a long time ago when he saw me for the first time, instead of waiting until now!

Xiao Han felt that it was too strange for Wen Yuanshan to find himself. It was so strange that he could not explain it with common sense."The enemy of killing your uncle is by your side. Don't you do it? Are you a coward? " Wen Yuanshan suddenly got excited.

"Old man Wen, you don't have to do this. Although I'm in a hurry to find the enemy to kill my uncle, I'm not blinded by the hatred. I'll investigate all these things. If you are really my enemy to kill my uncle, even if you go to the ends of the earth, I'll find you!"

Xiao Han now firmly believes that old man Wen is not his own enemy to kill his uncle, but his motive is very strange. He may be related to his uncle's death, but he is eager to die now, and most likely is to cover up the truth.

Once he killed Wen Yuanshan, maybe he would never find the real enemy.

After making up his mind, Xiao Han is ready to leave. But as soon as he gets to the door, someone knocks on the door and opens it. He finds that it's Wenqu with tears on his face.

"Grandpa, Dad, he's gone..."

As soon as the sound of Wenqu words fell, he realized the existence of Xiao Han. But at this moment, Wen Yuanshan behind Xiao Han suddenly called out.

"Xiao Han, you coward!"

Xiao Han was furious when he heard that. Originally, old man Wen mentioned his dead uncle again and again. In his opinion, he was already challenging his bottom line. He had already reached the point where he couldn't bear it. Unexpectedly, old man Wen didn't know good or bad.

Xiao Han suddenly turns around and is ready to teach old man Wen a lesson. No matter whether he is insane because of his son's affairs, he can't bear to talk about his uncle's affairs.

However, when Xiao Han turned around and stepped forward, Wenyuan mountain rushed forward.

With a crisp sound, Xiao Han felt that there was something bulging on his hand, like a knife handle.

At this time, Wen Yuanshan's face was not a trace of pain, but a trace of relief.