Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint-Chapter 337 - 50 Unpredictable Means of Gods and Ghosts

In the pouring rain.

"Dead!"

Hong Minghu reached out to check He Jinyun’s breath, and his pupils suddenly trembled.

Immediately, his expression became extremely solemn.

He Jinyun’s death here meant that he too was to blame.

"Who is it?"

"Who laid hands on Young Master?"

"And who has the ability to kill He Jinyun, who possessed Innate Divine Strength and had already reached the Peak of the Eighth Grade Divine Power Realm, in just a brief two breaths?"

Three doubts instantly surfaced in Hong Minghu’s mind.

The Peak of the Eighth Grade Divine Power Realm, this kind of strength, unless it was a top expert among the Martial Arts Sixth Grade, could achieve this feat.

Hong Minghu’s mind quickly passed over the faces of those in Luoshui County with Martial Arts Sixth Grade strength, then he slowly shook his head.

It couldn’t possibly be them!!

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After pondering for a moment, the more Hong Minghu thought about it, the more he felt a headache coming on.

"Forget it!" He shook his head and then crouched down.

"Strange!!" Having examined the injuries on He Jinyun’s body, Hong Minghu found them exceedingly peculiar.

Because the injuries on He Jinyun’s body were unlike anything he had seen before, as if pierced by ten thousand needles, the wounds were terrifyingly gruesome, but he didn’t see any trace of a murder weapon left at the scene.

"These methods...unimaginable!" Hong Minghu frowned.

Just by looking at the unsightly wounds on He Jinyun’s body, he knew that He Jinyun must have suffered agony akin to enduring thousands of arrows piercing his heart and thousands of ants gnawing at his bones.

At this moment, He Jinyun’s body was covered with injuries top to bottom, with not a single piece of good flesh left, fully mangled and bloody.

Under the heavy rain, blood flowed all over the ground, spreading outward in all directions.

...

Elsewhere.

Inspection Office.

Aunt Sun!

I’ve avenged you!

Jiang Ning slowly opened his eyes, murmuring internally.

Although he had killed He Jinyun, there was no joy in his heart.

He understood that by taking action to kill He Jinyun himself, once the matter was exposed, it would bring him immense trouble.

He Jinyun, son of a lord, known as Little Lord.

Even if it was a lord fallen from grace, having divided the enfeoffment over dozens of generations, He Jinyun’s father was still the legitimate direct descendant of the founding lord, the line of succession from the firstborn son of a lord.

Though by this generation, they had already lost their fiefdom, and their official rank had been reduced from the initial Second Grade to Fourth Grade.

Yet, the eldest branch of He Jinyun’s family, his grandfather, his father, still retained the title of a lord.

The position of an earl, even if destitute, without real power, reduced to a nominal Fourth Grade position, only receiving the stipend of a Fourth Grade official.

But the key was not this, it was the name of Qinghe Marquis.

The title, Qinghe Marquis, signified too much.

It represented the past and honor, and that was a terrifying power.

This power was something he currently had no way to resist.

But despite knowing all of this, Jiang Ning still made this choice.

Compared to this potential threat, the direct threat He Jinyun posed seemed more problematic to Jiang Ning.

Yesterday, he dared to strike Aunt Sun; who could guarantee he would not attack Little Dumpling, or his elder brother and sister-in-law, or anyone close to him, the next day?

He Jinyun’s reckless behavior was a risk that Jiang Ning was not willing to gamble with.

Moreover.

He did not want to delay Aunt Sun’s vengeance.

Sitting in the heavy rain, Jiang Ning contemplated for a long time.

Suddenly, the sounds from outside the courtyard interrupted his thoughts.

"Commander He...Commander He is dead!!"

Hearing the voice from outside the courtyard, Jiang Ning slowly got to his feet.

"I need to go take a look!"

After stepping out of the courtyard’s main gate.

"Sir!" Xie Xiaojiu saw Jiang Ning leaving the courtyard and immediately spoke up.

Then she raised her black sleeve, intending to shield Jiang Ning from the rain.

By this time, Jiang Ning was already soaked, as the rain kept falling from his head from the moment he walked out of the courtyard; he was thoroughly drenched.

Jiang Ning glanced at Xie Xiaojiu, who was standing on her tiptoes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Look at me, already drenched to the bone, is there any point in shielding me from the rain?"

Xie Xiaojiu said, "Sir, why do you not avoid the rain? This cold winter rain is too chilling, it can damage your body!"

Hearing this, Jiang Ning chuckled.

He looked up and rubbed her head.

Then he took an umbrella out of the Sumeru Ring and handed it to Xie Xiaojiu.

"Come with me; it seems there has been some trouble over there!"

"Yes, sir!" Xie Xiaojiu quickly acknowledged.

Then she immediately opened the umbrella and held it high above Jiang Ning’s head.

Jiang Ning took a step forward, then turned back to look at Xie Xiaojiu.

"Shift the umbrella towards you a bit, you’re a young lady, you can’t catch cold! And as for me, I’m already soaked through, I don’t need you to hold an umbrella for me; this umbrella is for you after all!"

Hearing Jiang Ning’s words, Xie Xiaojiu instantly beamed a smile, then stepped back slightly, holding the umbrella over Jiang Ning.

After a moment.

Turning a corner, Jiang Ning saw the body, steadily encircled by blood mixed with rainwater, and also saw He Jinyun’s lifeless corpse.

"Residence Master, what happened here?" Jiang Ning frowned.

Hong Minghu glanced at Jiang Ning, his brows furrowed deeply: "He Jinyun is dead, this complicates things!"

At the same time.

Ye Qiu, who had already arrived at the scene, was silently sizing up Jiang Ning.

After understanding the situation with He Jinyun just moments ago, he immediately considered Jiang Ning a suspect.

Yet with Jiang Ning’s entrance, seeing that Jiang Ning showed no sign of struggle,

Not even a trace of fighting, not even a smear of mud or dirt,

After observing, he immediately dismissed his suspicion of Jiang Ning.

Because he was well aware, with He Jinyun’s strength, if Jiang Ning had been the killer, it would have been impossible not to leave any traces behind.