The sky was dim, but there was still light in the yard, because the people in the yard were catching the glimmer of light to prevent it from slipping away so quickly.

Lin Ye sat on the bench and taught Xiao Zinai how to read. He had been learning to read for so long, and Xiao Zinai was smart, so he always gave Lin Ye some surprises.

Lin Ye randomly selected a poem for her and asked her to read it and explain it later. Xiao Zinai shook his head.

Lin Ye: "Can't you understand?"

Xiao Zinai shook his head and said: "I know all about the mountains and rivers in the poem, but I have never seen the mountains and rivers in the poem, so I understand it but I don't understand it."

Lin Ye thought, I will take you to see them all in the future.

He did not say these words, but rubbed Zinai's head, stood up and said, "I have to go out to do some things at night, so you should go to bed early."

Zina asked him: "Will I see you in the morning?"

Lin Ye nodded: "When you wake up, it will be in front of you."

Zinai stretched out his hand: "High five."

Lin Ye smiled and high-fived him.

Seven days ago, Mr. Qian died.

The entire underworld in Yunzhou City is looking for someone, but starting from the past two days, the wind direction suddenly changed.

The men's respective eldest brothers initially supported the removal of the man, but later became opposed to it.

The explanation is almost the same, except that the person is dead, so there is no need to involve too much energy, and there are still many things of one's own to do.

Therefore, the number of people investigating this matter has dropped by more than half in the past few days. It is not that those men are cold-hearted, but that they also have their own plans.

Half of the people are still there, and more than half of this half of the people don't have any bosses to control them. They live alone or in groups.

The other half thinks that if the boss doesn't care about this matter, then what kind of boss is he?

How many of them have not received favor from Master Qian?

They were poor, injured, and had no money to get medicine. They went to Mr. Qian and were never turned away.

They can lower their heads for the sake of life, but they can hold their heads high again for the sake of kindness.

In the dead of night, Lin Ye stood in the Lihua Pavilion, Gao Gong stood beside him, and people kept coming back to the Lihua Pavilion to bring new news.

For seven days, Lin Ye has been here every night. He didn't go to find out the news because he wasn't familiar enough with the people in the underworld in Yunzhou City.

Those men had many more channels to get information than Lin Ye. He stood here and listened, and then judged which information was useful.

A man with a scarred face hurried back and ran to Lin Ye: "Master, I just got some news at Huiyuan Casino."

He came closer and said, "Some people said they saw Cui Jinglin from Fengzhong Martial Arts School appearing in that area on the day Master Qian was killed."

When Lin Ye heard this, the face of the young man named Cui Jinglin appeared in his mind.

"Have you checked this person?"

Lin Yewen.

Scar replied: "After asking, the people at the casino said that Cui Jinglin used to go there every now and then to gamble, but after Master Qian's accident, Cui Jinglin happened to not go there for seven days."

As soon as he finished speaking, another person ran back.

This guy has a nickname called Flea. Although he has never practiced martial arts, his Yeluzi's Qinggong movement is really powerful.

Flea came closer and said, "Master, I have inquired about some things, and they seem to be related to Master Qian's affairs."

He said: "The Cui family is very powerful in the underworld. Hehuahui is the name of the Cui family, and they also have business relationships with Feiyu Hall and Jade Bird House, these two major forces."

"Recently, people from the Hehua Club are also looking for someone, but the strange thing is that they are looking everywhere but haven't asked anyone to help."

Flea said: "This is unreasonable. If Hehuahui wants to find someone, it only needs to spread the news to the boss of each prefix and help find it together. Even if you are looking for a needle in a haystack, you can find it."

Lin Ye nodded: "Let brothers pay attention to the Cui family, especially Cui Jinglin. Don't go around asking around, just keep an eye out secretly."

The flea responded: "Don't worry, young master, I can run fast and I will tell everyone about this soon."

Scar and Flea hugged their fists at the same time and walked away together.

Gao Gong asked: "Master, Cui Jinglin seems to be the most suspicious. He probably killed Master Qian and hid it."

Lin Ye said: "Find this person first."

Gao Gong responded: "Then I will also go and tell the brothers."

Lin Ye was the only one left in the Lihua Pavilion.

Cui Jinglin must not be hiding. There is no need. By hiding, isn't it just telling others that he is suspicious?

Cui Jinglin went to find Master Qian, probably...

Lin Ye took a deep breath, it probably had something to do with him.

At this moment, waves of ringing bells were heard in the distance. It was already late at night, and ordinary people did not dare to go to the streets.

There is a curfew in Yunzhou City, and anyone who is still on the street when the time comes will be taken directly to jail.

Therefore, people who go out to enjoy the cool air at night in midsummer, when they hear the sound of the gong, will put away their laziness and go home in a hurry.

The sparse wind lamps on the street were not bright enough, so I could only see the carriage coming from the darkness, but could not see the logo on the carriage.

The car stopped not far from Lihua Pavilion, and the driver waved to Lin Ye: "You, come here and talk."

Lin Ye ignored it.

The coachman seemed to sigh and muttered to himself when he encountered another thorn.

As he spoke, he got out of the car. When he stood up straight, he could see that this man was surprisingly tall.

According to Dayu's measurement, an average man is about five to six feet tall, and this guy is probably at least seven and a half feet tall, maybe even eight feet tall.

When he walked outside the Lihua Pavilion, he couldn't get in without lowering his head. If he stretched out his hand, he could lift the roof of the Lihua Pavilion.

Such a person can probably slap a horse down with one slap.

He looked down at Lin Ye: "I told you to go over but you can't, so I have to carry you over."

Lin Ye: "Why did I go there?"

The strong man said: "My husband wants to ask you something."

Lin Ye: "You wanted to talk to me, but you asked me to come over. Does your husband have a bad leg or a bad mouth?"

The strong man seemed to frown: "If you hadn't wanted to ask you something else, sir, I would have torn your mouth out."

His big hand stretched out towards Lin Ye. Lin Ye waited until the hand was almost in front of his neck, then raised his hand and tapped the man's palm.

The strong man didn't care at all. His hands were so rough that he wouldn't be afraid even if he grabbed thorns directly or even if he grabbed red-hot coals from the fire.

However, when Lin Ye clicked, he shrank his hand in pain and couldn't help but let out a low cry.

It felt like a needle had pierced the palm of my hand, but the pain was not just in the palm of my hand. It seemed to be running along something. It suddenly reached my heart, and even my heart twitched.

He was so angry that he slapped Lin Ye down with his palm.

Lin Ye moved sideways, and slapped the pillar of Lihua Pavilion with his palm. The pillar, which was about the same thickness as a human waist, was broken by the palm of his palm.

It was a good three-pillar pavilion, but it collapsed immediately after one of the pillars was broken.

The strong man waved his hand again, sweeping away the fallen pavilion cover, and then strode towards Lin Ye in pursuit.

When Lin Ye fell down from the pavilion, he reached out and grabbed a falling stone. It was probably thrown by some naughty boy. It was about the size of a pigeon egg.

When the strong man stepped over, Lin Ye threw the stone on the ground. The strong man saw it, but he didn't care either.

His feet can be broken even if he steps on stone slabs.

But the stone fell precisely, and when he stepped down, the stone was right at an acupuncture point on the sole of his foot.

The strong man stepped on it, then let out a cry, immediately raised his foot, and jumped back with one leg.

Lin Ye looked at the strong man and whispered to himself: "The kidneys are bad."

Lin Ye has always been good at pedicures. Her mother-in-law liked it very much at that time and said that squeezing her feet would make her sleep a little more soundly.

The strong man's forehead was so painful that he was sweating. For the first time, he was being played by a little kid, and he found it unbearable.

In anger, he stepped forward again.

"Lingshan slave."

Someone in the carriage called out. The sound was not loud, but it sounded like magic. When the strong man heard it, he immediately turned around and went back.

He ran to the carriage. Due to his height, he had to squat down to help the people in the carriage get out slowly.

Lin Ye stood there and watched, quite curious.

What got out of the car was a man who was probably not too old. It was already summer, but he was still wearing a thick mink velvet cloak.

He doesn't look short, slightly taller than Lin Ye, but he is exceptionally thin, with slightly sunken cheeks on his face.

After he got off the car, he covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed several times. After hearing this, Lin Ye muttered to himself again.

"My whole body is bad."

His voice was very soft, but the young man who was very sick heard it and smiled and said: "Young Master Lin, you are very capable."
To be continued...