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Zhong Wentao lightly sat on the chair, hesitated for a while before asking: "Does your sister have any spice she likes, to always wear on her body?"

Qin Mingzhu's body stiffened slightly, and she opened her mouth without a care: "What era is it now, for women to use spices in the eighties or nineties, and now they use perfume, you don't even know this?"

"I'm just curious."

Zhong Wentao did not explain either. It seemed that the matter regarding the spice really had nothing to do with Qin Haitang.

Maybe it was because of his question, but Qin Mingzhu's interest in eating lessened by a lot. He put down the tableware and quickly left.

Zhong Wentao did not mind as he was too used to Qin Mingzhu's moods.

On the second floor, the innermost room was Qin Haitang's bedroom.

Since Qin Haitang died, this was the first time she entered.

Leaving the servant outside, she went to the big bed and bent down to open the drawer. Inside was a small wooden box, and as soon as the drawer was opened, the fragrance immediately spread out.

She opened the box and a small piece of spice appeared. There was a rope passing through the spice on it. It was a necklace, the one Qin Haitang liked the most.

When she was young, she had seen Qin Haitang wearing it before, when she was 15 or 16 years old. At that time, Qin Haitang was already 20 years old, and the Chinese Flowering Apple Pearl had just established a small shape called the Pawnshop of Begonia.

This spice necklace was something Qin Haitang had suddenly worn when she returned from work in the pawnshop. She asked who had given it to her, but Qin Haitang only smiled gently and did not reply.

She had thought that Qin Haitang had fallen in love and kept asking questions. But more than ten years had passed and the man who gave Qin Haitang the spice had not appeared.

She had long thrown this matter to the back of her mind and the necklace had disappeared from Qin Haitang's neck one day. It was just that when Zhong Wentao lifted it up, she had no choice but to recall her previous memories.

Qin Haitang liked people, she had always longed to marry, but this wish was like a necklace that she had no chance of fulfilling.

Could it be that the owner of the necklace was the one who killed Qin Haitao?

"Sis, tell me, who killed you?"

Crouching on the ground, Qin Mingzhu asked in pain, but unfortunately Qin Haitang was unable to comfort her.

How could he comfort a dead man?

Holding the spice necklace, Qin Mingzhu cried for a very long time. Zhong Wentao did not know about the situation over here, furthermore, he did not know that the murderer did not only leave the spice smell, it also had a connection to Qin Haitang.

It wasn't just murder. There was more to it.

After crying, Qin Mingzhu left the room with a pair of swollen red eyes. However, she did not put the necklace back, but instead put it around her neck.

By the time Zhong Wentao found the necklace, it was already three days later. In these three days, many huge changes had occurred, causing Zhong Wentao's nerves to tense up.

First, found that the mark on his ankle was recorded in an ancient book, so he went straight to Vastheaven Sect, asking the old man to give him an explanation.

If it was 500 years ago, he would have immediately killed that eccentric old man, but now his heart had softened.

He immediately went to the old man's room.

The moment the old man entered, he tied the rope around the old man's neck with even more force than the rope that had wrapped around his ankle that day.

"Hehe, you're here."

The old man smiled sinisterly. He didn't feel scared at all, he only felt happy.

Zhong Wentao did not say anything, but used more strength in his hands, causing the old man's neck to creak, as if he would break at any time.

Fresh blood gushed out from the old man's throat. If he used any more strength, the old man would definitely die.

Their four eyes met, and Zhong Wentao actually saw a smile in the old man's eyes.

He suddenly released his hand. This person was truly a madman.

If he killed a madman, then who was he?

"Hehe, this little disciple's game is not fun, let's … Let's play something else. "

The old man sat on the ground and spat out blood as he spoke.

He did not seem to know what was going on with him. He kept rummaging in his bosom while mumbling something that only he could understand.

Zhong Wentao stood in place and looked at him quietly.

After a while, the old man took out something. It was a piece of rope, and it was just long enough to wrap around his ankle. It should be the thing that bound it.

The old man slowly stood up, he raised his hand and wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth, then used a rope to wrap Zhong Wentao's leg, and muttered: "Little disciple, hurry up and grow up, don't be bullied by those senior brothers, don't be like master."

"Who said you're my master? My master is long dead."

This was the first time Zhong Wentao admitted that he was someone with a sect in front of an outsider.

"Hehe, I'm not dead. I'm here."

This was the first time he heard the word "master" from Zhong Wentao's mouth, and he was extremely excited.

Zhong Wentao raised his hand and gently rubbed his aching forehead, his expression extremely ugly.

Because according to the ancient books, he had rushed here directly. He forgot that the person in front of him was an old man with a poor brain, but instead, felt a bit helpless.

Even if this really was a curse, there was no way to remove it now that the old man had cursed him.

He rolled up the leg of his pants so that the design could be seen more clearly in front of the old man.

"This is a curse you've placed on me. I'm going to be killed by this thing. If you're my master, then help me get rid of it. How about it?"

Zhong Wentao asked softly, planning to discuss this with the old man.

He was very satisfied with Zhong Wentao's body, and he also liked Zhong Wentao's identity. If he died, he would have to find another body, and it would be easy, but how could he maintain his relationship with Cheng Yang and the others?

He couldn't possibly change his body and explain to Cheng Yang and the others how he switched from one body to another. Even if he could explain it, they wouldn't believe it.

Sighing helplessly, he started to regret coming here.

His life had become a mess, causing him to be unable to think straight.

Zhong Wentao's brain would indeed affect his thinking, but after leaving the body, he would not be able to survive.

"Hehe, do you want to eat this? "It's delicious."

The old man seemed to be unable to hear his words and could only giggle. He continuously fished out items from his bosom, as if he was really going to kill him.

Looking at the egg in the old man's hand, Zhong Wentao took it directly.

He was indeed very curious about the taste of this thing. A fool would actually like to eat it so much, and there were no birds in Vastheaven Sect. How did the old man manage to get one bird egg a day?

"Eat, eat!"

The old man's eyes were filled with hope, Zhong Wentao directly smashed the egg and swallowed it.

It was not a normal egg at all. In the next second, a flame seemed to be burning in his chest, wanting to burn his soul out of his body. He tried his best to resist this kind of feeling, his whole body felt drowsy and he could faint at any moment.

"You caused me …"

Pointing at the old man, Zhong Wentao only felt that his own naivety was funny.

The people of Vastheaven Sect could not believe that he had actually forgotten.

The old man looked anxious, jumping up and down around him, unable to say a word.

The door was pushed open as Tian Yuan walked in from outside. The room was brightly lit with hundreds of disciples surrounding the room. It was obvious that they were prepared for this.

Zhong Wentao directly walked into the trap he had designed, and was very proactive in doing so.

"Pfft."

He spat out a mouthful of blood. He could indeed feel the curse.

If not for the curse, how could he have been captured by such a stupid method?

"Seventh Brother, you did very well."

Tian Yuan went forward and lightly patted the old man's shoulder, making Zhong Wentao feel even more resentful towards the old man.

"When did you start setting up traps?"

asked softly as he sat on the ground.

Since he had lost, he had to understand this as well.

"Every time you appear, you will be able to leave unharmed. At first, I thought that it was just a coincidence, but then I suddenly realized that you came here to find someone. I also only locked on to Seventh Bro at the end."

Before you came, he had always eaten by himself and never kept it, but after you came here, he had always kept these eggs for you, and he had even mumbled some words everyday that he had become your master, the first person I suspected was you, Zhong Wentao, die! "Tian Yuan said.

With that, he wielded his sword and rushed forward to kill Zhong Wentao to take revenge for Tian Qi.

"No way!"

The old man anxiously said as he blocked in front of Tian Yuan, not allowing Tian Yuan to get close to Zhong Wentao.

Zhong Wentao lowered his head and sat on the ground helplessly, the power of this egg was too strong. The blood in his body was boiling, and he was clamoring to break out of his body.

He clenched his fists and hit the ground.

The entire ground shook violently. A few of the Vastheaven Sect disciples who were unable to stand steadily outside fell to the ground, unable to believe that there was actually someone with such power.

Tian Yuan's expression changed slightly as he looked at Zhong Wentao's bent body, his navel, which was still shaped like a cat's, and an angry male cat.

In the next second, Zhong Wentao used his hind leg to push hard on the ground, causing him to fly forward, his head striking Tian Yuan's lower abdomen, causing the two to fly out and land outside heavily.

The formation of the Vastheaven Sect's several hundred disciples was immediately broken by this sudden turn of events. They did not dare touch Tian Yuan, and all of them hurriedly dodged to the side. Zhong Wentao took this opportunity to kill a few of their disciples.

Tian Yuan grabbed his abdomen and stood up, he did not expect Zhong Wentao to find the key to opening the array in such a short amount of time. These disciples had gotten up early in the morning to train, all for the sake of now, but in the end they were broken through.

Hundreds of people faced each other with swords drawn. It was a spectacular scene.

Zhong Wentao raised his head, his entire face was filled with an aura, causing Tian Yuan to take a step back in vigilance.

"Kill you!"

Zhong Wentao mechanically repeated this word, which was the prelude to him falling into the Path of Demon.

Tian Yuan laughed instead. This kind of person was the most suitable person to enter the Vastheaven Sect. He was a talent that was indispensable to them.

If one fell into the Devil Dao, they would be able to forget about everything else. Zhong Wentao would definitely be a competent Vastheaven Sect disciple.

"Bastard."