A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 301 Fan Yuanhai's Suspicion
Amo stood somewhere at the edge of the dense forest, looking at the headless corpse on the ground with a fixed expression.

That was Tao Rong's body. There was no more blood oozing from the severed head, and it was obvious that he had been dead for some time.

A Mo stood there, looking around. Suddenly, she leaped and turned in a certain direction along the edge of the dense forest.

When Amo turned around the dense forest, she saw a dilapidated temple not far away. She was about to go over to check it out when she suddenly saw a figure walking out of the temple gate.

Ah Mo was delighted. If that wasn't Lu Qingzhu, then who else could it be?

"Miss! Miss!"

A'mo suddenly leaped up and ran wildly, not even bothering to move his body, and stomped on the ground until it shook.

Lu Qingzhu's face was pale and he looked depressed. Suddenly he saw Ah Mo, covered in blood, running towards him.

The two met a few feet in front of the ruined temple.

"Miss, are you okay?" A Mo looked at Lu Qingzhu again and again.

Lu Qingzhu's face turned pale and he said, "I'm not injured."

"Miss, I'm so scared!" Ah Mo said, "I asked a lot of people, and they all said they didn't see you. I was so worried that I almost died."

As A-Mo was talking, he actually started crying.

She seemed calm, but her heart was already filled with anxiety and worry, and she was about to collapse. At this moment, when she saw Lu Qingzhu, she felt like she was reborn.

Lu Qingzhu looked at Ah Mo, smiled miserably, and said, "Ah Mo, why is there so much blood on your face?"

Ah Mo said: "I killed several people, those people are so annoying!"

When Ah Mo thought of the beggar and the dwarf, he became furious and wished he could kill them again.

Lu Qingzhu said: "Squat down and I'll wipe it for you."

Ah Mo heard this and squatted down in front of Lu Qingzhu obediently. Lu Qingzhu took a handkerchief and wiped off the dried flesh on Ah Mo's face bit by bit.

Lu Qingzhu was wiping when she suddenly saw Duan Rong standing at the temple gate, looking at her and A-Mo.

Lu Qingzhu's expression remained unchanged, and he just carefully wiped the blood off A-mo's face.

"Miss, are you ready?"

"There's still a little bit left." Lu Qingzhu wiped the blood off the corner of Ah Mo's mouth and said, "Okay."

Lu Qingzhu threw the blood-stained handkerchief in his hand to the ground.

Ah Mo stood up, and Lu Qingzhu said, "Let's go."

A Mo was about to leave when he suddenly saw Duan Rong standing in front of the temple gate with a dazed look on his face.

There was a look of doubt in A'mo's eyes. The young lady had just walked out of that dilapidated temple.

Ah Mo walked beside Lu Qingzhu and suddenly asked, "Miss, feel around. We all came out of the ruined temple. Is there anything in the ruined temple?"

Hearing this, Lu Qingzhu's face suddenly darkened. He turned his head to look at Ah Mo and angrily said, "Don't mention this person anymore! If you mention it again, I'll tear your mouth off!"

Ah Mo was shocked by Lv Qingzhu's look. Lv Qingzhu had never been so fierce to her before.

After Lu Qingzhu finished speaking, he walked forward.

Although Amo felt a little aggrieved because he was scolded for no reason, he still followed immediately.

Duan Rong stood at the temple gate, watching Lu Qingzhu's back as he disappeared around the corner of the dense forest.

Lu Qingzhu walked for a while, and Duan Rong suddenly looked at a patch of grass several feet away. He walked over slowly and picked up the blood-stained handkerchief there.

Duan Rong spread out the handkerchief and placed it on his hand. Although the handkerchief was covered in blood, one could still vaguely see a plum blossom embroidered on an isolated cliff in one corner.

On the official road, Fan Yuanhai looked a little lonely. He never thought that one day he would lose his hand.

Although you can make a prosthesis and wear a pair of gloves to cover it up, you are still missing a hand...

Fan Yuanhai took a long breath before calming down. He stood up and looked at the iron fan in his hand. The iron fan was wrapped with a soft sword, but the handle of the soft sword was only clamped with a thin piece of copper. Fan Yuanhai bit the handle of the fan with his mouth, took the soft sword off with one hand, threw it aside, and then closed the iron fan and hung it back on his waist.

He sighed, tore off a corner of his lapel, and tried to bandage his broken arm, but he only had one hand at the moment, and bandaging it was quite troublesome.

After a lot of effort, I could only wrap it up roughly.

Fan Yuanhai walked to the side of the road and picked up his severed hand.

He looked at his severed hand, which had been with him for more than 20 years. It looked so familiar.

He gave a miserable laugh and threw the severed hand with great force into the dense forest not far away.

Fan Yuanhai looked at the place where his severed hand disappeared, his eyes flickering, and he murmured, "You are wearing a soft sword and inner armor, who are you?"

Fan Yuanhai turned his head and looked at the official road ahead.

At this time, the thick black smoke from the explosion site several feet away had dissipated.

The eight large holes were very eye-catching, and the broken pieces of the carriage were scattered all over the ground.

Fan Yuanhai looked far away and could see that on the other side of the explosion, there were three figures surrounding and fighting with two bloody figures...

Although they were far away, Fan Yuanhai could vaguely see that Zhu Qunxiang was inside.

Although Fan Yuanhai's hand was broken, he was, after all, a warrior at the second level of the Qi Realm. The Qi in his Dantian, though consumed greatly after a hard fight, was not yet exhausted.

He still has fighting power!
But he had no intention of helping Zhu Qunxiang and the others.

Ah Mo was covered in blood, and he had obviously killed a lot of people. The people who ambushed them should have been swept up by Ah Mo.

In other words, the danger here has basically been eliminated.

The fact that Zhu Qunxiang and his men besieged the two blood shadows also proved that they were at least outnumbered.

Since the danger was basically eliminated, Fan Yuanhai immediately returned to his original mission.

Why did he come all the way here at full speed? Of course, it was Duan Rong.

So, where is Duan Rongren? Is he dead or alive now?
Fan Yuanhai really didn't want Duan Rong to die, because only if he was caught alive would the chain of evidence be complete.

Fan Yuanhai stood beside the official road, looking at the dense forests and fields on both sides. He was wondering, should he wait here or go to the dense forest to look for Duan Rong?

At this moment, Lu Qingzhu and A Mo turned out from the edge of the dense forest and walked towards the official road.

Fan Yuanhai smiled slightly, walked over quickly and said, "Miss Qingzhu, Ah Mo is so powerful, I knew you would be fine."

Seeing Fan Yuanhai's slick words, Lu Qingzhu didn't want to pay any attention to him at all.

But Fan Yuanhai suddenly asked seriously: "Ms. Qingzhu, Ah Mo! Have you seen Duan Rong?"

Lu Qingzhu's face was cold, but when she heard Duan Rong's name, her eyes flickered slightly, her lips trembled, and she said coldly: "No."

Ah Mo clearly saw Duan Rong just now, but since the young lady said no, she naturally kept silent.

After Lu Qingzhu finished speaking, he walked past Fan Yuanhai and went straight towards the official road.

Fan Yuanhai looked at Lu Qingzhu's back with a fixed look in his eyes. When Lu Qingzhu said no just now, his eyes flickered and his lips trembled.

A-Mo beside her also looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, and when he left, he gave me a strange look.

Fan Yuanhai became suspicious and turned to look towards the dense forest where Lu Qingzhu and A Mo had come out.

Lu Qingzhu and Amo are both simple-minded and are not experienced in the underworld. When it comes to telling lies, some subtle movements are hard to escape the attention of a playboy like Fan Yuanhai who grew up in the underworld.

Fan Yuanhai's eyes flashed, and he walked quickly towards the edge of the dense forest. He turned around the edge of the dense forest and immediately saw a figure standing several feet away from the door of the ruined temple. He held up a handkerchief in one hand and looked at the handkerchief intently.

Fan Yuanhai suddenly felt happy.

That person was Duan Rong.

(End of this chapter)