329: C329 Explanation

C329 Explanation

The white-haired old man from Tianwu Gate questioned again coldly, there was no face for him to speak, as though if Wu Hao did not explain, the other party would really kill him.

But, could Wu Hao explain?

Presently, the lifeblood within his body was surging, and not to mention speaking, even breathing was difficult.

"Senior, Wu Hao has always been with the three of us, he can't possibly be the culprit!"

"That's right, I, Yun Zhongtian can guarantee it with my life. He has always been with us, so it is impossible for him to have the time to assassinate them.

Hu Qingyang and Yun Zhongtian could not watch and quickly explained.

"I'm asking him. I'm not asking you to go away. Don't you understand?" Hearing that the two of them helped Wu Hao get out of the situation, his heart became even more gloomy.

After comparing the Dragon-veined Sword with the sword wounds, he was certain that Wu Hao was the murderer. The reason she asked him was to find out his motive for killing.

and Yun Zhongtian's faces immediately revealed a trace of fear after being shouted out by him coldly, and they frowned as they looked at Wu Hao.

For this matter, the answer bell had to be connected to the person who answered the bell.

Only Wu Hao, who was the person in question, could explain why.

After a long time!

Just then, Wu Hao forcefully swallowed the mouthful of blood back down, a look of determination flashed past his face, he extended his hand to wipe the blood trickle from the corner of his mouth, and struggled to stand up, at the same time struggling to pull Zhuang Liandie up.

Then, he raised his head and looked into the other party's eyes.

"There's nothing much to explain. If I say I didn't kill him, then I didn't kill him. A man has the guts to take responsibility. However, he isn't someone who can be slandered and used as a scapegoat!"

"This old man thinks that you have nothing to explain!"

"My husband has always been with us. How could he possibly kill someone? Senior, aren't you being a little too arbitrary in your actions!" Zhuang Liandie wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring at him with anger and grief.

Looking at him, the white-haired old man frowned.

He knew the number one medicinal clan in the secular world, the Zhuang family's eldest daughter. He could ignore the words of others, but taking the Zhuang family's face into consideration, his expression suddenly eased up.

"Alright, since you said that he has always been with you, then this old man will ask you two, are you certain that he has always been with you and has never left you?"

"This …" Hearing this, the three people's expressions froze, as they didn't know how to explain, because it wasn't that Wu Hao hadn't left their sight for a single moment, but rather, had already left their side twice before.

"Hmph, you have nothing else to say!"

"Even if my husband had left us, he was chased by the demon beasts and had only left for a period of time to attract the demon beasts. During this time, it was simply not enough for him to assassinate so many people!"

"Moreover, my husband's Dragon-veined Sword was taken away by a The man in black with the devil mask once before. This person is powerful and has the same strength as you, senior.

"Humph, what nonsense, the Valley of Death is imprisoned by my supreme array, unless we are the senior array masters of our sect, we cannot open it, how could there be other people inside, I think you are trying to cover up the truth for him!"

After the white-haired old man heard what Zhuang Liandie had to say, his face immediately became gloomy.

But, at this time, Wu Hao's voice faintly sounded out.

"I know who the murderer is!" He raised his head to look at the white-haired old man and blandly said.

Then, his gaze shifted to the unconscious youth lying on the ground.

This young man looked to be around 17 or 18 years old. He was one of the people that entered the sect with him.

However, he did not care about his opponent's face. What he cared about was the sword wound on his shoulder.2

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