"Chu Xue is not a great saint, but her strength cannot be underestimated. She is already close to a grandmaster. There is only one opportunity left." Mo Anbai said.

"Since you are no match for her, then Chuxue was not seriously injured?" Luo Xingchen frowned.

"Yes, she was just poisoned, but the poison is not difficult to get rid of." Mo Anbai sighed.

This time she really tried her best, taking advantage of the terrain and using various traps she had laid out over the years, but in the end she still failed to cause serious trauma to Chuxue, and instead exposed her identity.

"Where is the owner of that ship? Do you have any clues?"

Luo Xingchen changed the topic. Since Chuxue had already escaped and was not seriously injured, there was no point in asking further. On the contrary, it was the owner of the ship that concerned him more.

He was certain that Chuxue, a Zoroastrian saint, was related to the owner of the ship.

What makes people feel heavy is that a Zoroastrian saint can be driven to commit murder and silence. This shows that the identity of the owner of that ship is definitely extraordinary.

"I already have a clue. I can guess the identity of that person with 80% certainty." Mo Anbai nodded.

To say she was 80% sure was an understatement. In fact, she was almost certain in her heart.

"Who is it?"

"That young master may be Mr. Long from the Beili family." Mo Anbai pursed his lips and revealed the true identity of the young master.

"Master Long from the Beili family? Why are you here?"

Obviously, Luo Xingchen has also heard of Mr. Long.

The most outstanding young generation of the Beili family is not Beili Yuan, but Beili Long.

Beililong was older than Beiliyuan. He was also a famous talent back then and passed the imperial examination.

However, he did not go to Beijing to take the exam. Instead, he abandoned literature and took up martial arts, and made rapid progress in martial arts.

At Beili's home, he trained an elite army on his own, which can be said to be both civil and military, and extremely strategic.

Bei Liyuan's reputation is only in his studies. He has the title of one of the four great princes in the capital. In essence, he is still a junior, while Bei Lilong cannot be regarded as a junior.

"It should be him. I don't know what his plans are..."

If Mo Anbai could find out his identity, he would already be taking a huge risk. In such a short period of time, it would be impossible to figure out Bei Lilong's true plan.

"There must be some conspiracy to kill so many people at once..."

Luo Xingchen raised his head and asked, "Did you find anything else strange when you checked the bodies of the people?"

At that time, Mo Anbai only said that those people died because their internal organs were broken, and there were no external injuries. But at that time, Luo Xingchen felt that Mo Anbai was hesitant to speak, as if he was hiding something.

"There is still something unclear, but at that time, the slave family was worried that they would panic, so they didn't say anything..."

Mo Anbai paused, then continued: "Those corpses have almost no blood in their bodies. There are wounds on their necks. The blood should have been drained from the necks."

"Could it be that Mr. Long raised a monster that sucks human blood?" Luo Xingchen was shocked.

"Maybe it's not a monster, but a human!" Mo Anbai said calmly.

"It's a human? What do people do when they suck blood?" Luo Xingchen was shocked.

Only the legendary vampire zombies can suck the blood of living people.

But in this world, where are there any vampire zombies?

"That's hard to say, sir, do you know why Zoroastrian Cult is called the Demon Cult?" Mo Anbai said.

"Why? Isn't it because of different positions?"

In Luo Xingchen's mind, many of the so-called distinctions between good and evil are due to different stances. Those who agree with him are decent. On the contrary, those who cannot deal with him are often called devils.

"It's not just a different stance..."

Mo Anbai did not deny the idea that the positions were different, but it was obvious that there were other reasons for being called a demon sect.

"The Zoroastrian Cult is called the Demon Cult, and many of their martial arts are very evil. Among them is a blood skill that requires the use of fresh blood to practice." Mo Anbai said.

"Blood skills can also be practiced using the blood of animals such as chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs."

"The Nu family doesn't know the specifics. We only know that there was a demon in the Zoroastrian Cult in the past who liked to use living people to practice and suck their blood... Later, many righteous people set up a trap and surrounded and killed him." Mo An

Bai Dao.

"It turns out there really is a vampire demon."

Luo Xingchen was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "If Mr. Beili Long practices blood skills and uses living people to practice, I will definitely bring him to justice."

Luo Xingchen couldn't stand that kind of cruel behavior. As long as there was a chance, he would definitely find a way to get rid of that kind of person.

"It's difficult, there is no evidence, it's just our speculation. Those people are all dead, and there is no proof." Mo Anbai shook his head.

"No evidence required."

Luo Xingchen shook his head and said.

"There is no impermeable wall in this world. Whatever he does, he will be exposed sooner or later."

"Sir, I need to return to the village quickly."

"Okay, let's go back together."

"Before that, the slave family needs to contact them and notify them in advance to leave."

Mo Anbai left the cellar and did not bother to change her clothes. She quickly wrote a note, used a farmer's pigeon, tied it to the pigeon's leg, and released it.

Seeing Mo Anbai's series of actions, Luo Xingchen couldn't help but secretly admire her for thinking ahead.

…

It was first snowing and we boarded the boat.

She met Mr. Long immediately.

Mr. Long looked calm and calm.

"Mission failed?"

Mr. Long said calmly.

"Master Long, I didn't complete the task." Chu Xue sighed quietly.

"As long as you're fine, are you poisoned?"

Mr. Long narrowed his eyes slightly and saw that Chu Xue's calf was swollen. It was obvious that he was poisoned.

"It's just slow poison, not serious." Chu Xue shook her head.

"It's better to get treatment quickly." Mr. Long said.

"Don't worry, young master, I want to tell you the identities of those people..."

"Haoyangqing is indeed mistaken. Those people are not ordinary fishermen. They are related to the Puppet Master. They should be of the Puppet Master's lineage." Chuxue said.

"A lineage of puppet masters? I'm sorry to be bumped into by them. It's bad luck for them." Mr. Long raised his eyebrows.

He didn't need Chuxue to tell him, but he also knew that the Puppet Master lineage could not deliberately cause trouble for him. The most likely possibility was that the Puppet Master lineage happened to be on a boat on the river, and they happened to bump into it.

"What do you plan to do, Master?"

Chuxue asked.

"Set the boat and go down the river. You call Haoyang's family and find the fishermen along the coast. The Puppet Masters are most likely hidden among the fishermen. Find the fishermen who are fishing for the corpses and arrest them all.

That's it." Mr. Long said coldly.
Chapter completed!