Chapter Thirty-One: Clues

"Little friend, who asked you to come?" It can be seen that it is only a child about ten years old, and there is no way he would do such a thing. Fang Lang bowed his head and put his hands outside the child's arms.

It's just that I didn't expect this little kid to be so small, but he has quite a lot of strength. Fang Lang relaxed his vigilance for a moment, and almost let him escape. It's just that the latter doesn't really appreciate it...

"Let go of me, who are you?!" The voice was full of air but still a little immature. Fang Lang's attention was attracted by the somewhat weird-shaped flute in his hand, and he didn't pay much attention to his movements.

Is this the thing that gave old man Sun his life? However, this shape looks very strange, unlike ordinary musical instruments, there is a point at the end that is raised up, and the shape is somewhat similar to a wolf.

Looking at the material, it seems to be made of bamboo that can be seen everywhere, but the uncanny workmanship is really amazing. The broken bamboo without any ductility and bending toughness can still carve the appearance of animals. I am afraid that few people in this world can do it. Can do it.

The little boy stuffed the flute into his arms, and it could be seen that he didn't seem to want to share his treasure with Fang Lang. Fang Lang twitched the corner of his mouth inadvertently, and looked at the child in front of him with a slight smile.

"Little friend, what's your name?" After his expression relaxed, Fang Lang actually gave people a good feeling, but he didn't like to laugh very much, which made him seem a little unkind.

Sure enough, the child's expression immediately relaxed a little, and Nuonuo said, "I, my name is little pitiful." Heibuliuqiu's eyeballs kept rolling up and down. Only then did Fang Lang notice his attire.

At first glance, it was obvious that he was a child without a family, and his whole body was in dilapidated condition. Little pitiful, this name is very apt, Fang Lang gave him a slightly apologetic look, his tone just now was indeed a bit serious.

However, human life is a matter of heaven and earth. I really can't help but make him anxious, besides, this is not the first time that the instigator behind the scenes has pointed his finger at him, he is not an idiot who will be slaughtered by others!

"Okay, poor boy, tell uncle who asked you to play the flute there, and this tael of silver is yours." As he spoke, Fang Lang had already taken out the tael of silver that was in his sleeve.

Spread out your hands, and put them in front of the poor little one. Sure enough, it could be seen that the little pitiful man was a little moved, but he seemed to be worried about something. He opened and closed his mouth several times, but he still didn't open his mouth.

Fang Lang naturally could see the meaning of the little pitiful, and immediately said: "Look, did the guy who gave you the money only let you play the flute there, and didn't let you hide it for him, did he?"

The little pitiful frowned, looked thoughtfully at the silver in Fang Lang's hand, and then nodded in conviction. Fang Lang continued: "Then, this tael of silver is yours, as long as you tell his name."

With that said, Fang Lang had already put the silver in his hand into the little poor's arms. Under his kind guidance, little pitiful finally said, "I, I don't know the name of that uncle. But, he always walks bent over, looking weird." Poor little seriously recalled Look at the old man's appearance.

Fang Lang stretched out his hand and patted the dust on Little Poor's body. He ran too fast just now, and he could see that he had fallen, but the way he didn't cry or make trouble was really heartbreaking. It is self-evident that a child of this age already knows how to control his emotions and how his life is going.

Fang Lang smiled rarely, and patted the poor little head. This name is really right, it is really a poor little one. "Isn't that the old man with a hunchback?" Fang Lang asked for confirmation.

The little pitiful nodded seriously, with a serious look on his face. Fang Lang couldn't help laughing, this little kid is quite interesting. "Okay, uncle knows, you can go back."

The second the little kid turned around to leave, Fang Lang's face immediately returned to his usual indifference, and he clenched his fist unconsciously. who? How dare you openly provoke him over and over again! First Master Sun, then Ouyang Qing, they are really deep enough!

No matter who it is, as long as you let him find out, you will definitely make him look good! At this time, Lu Xiaofeng had already rushed over, unable to see the situation just now, and saw Fang Lang standing there alone.

"How? Have you found the murderer?" Lu Xiaofeng asked anxiously. Fortunately, Fang Lang had discovered the sound of the flute just in time, otherwise Ouyang Qing's life might have been confessed there.

The sound of the flute, the sound of the flute again! Why isn't it popular to use knives to kill people in Jianghu recently? When did this kind of heresy become popular? If there is a chance, he would like to try, whether it is his two fingers that are faster, or the speed of the poisonous snake.

Fang Lang said in a low voice: "It's just a child, the fox hasn't come out yet." After finishing speaking, his eyes circled around, and after confirming his safety, he turned and left. The murderer was probably no longer here, so they would naturally There is no need to stay here.

Lu Xiaofeng looked angrily, his friend was killed. The murderer appeared by their side again and again, but how could it not make people angry if they couldn't catch his tail? !

"Damn it, if I catch him, he will be too hungry to walk around." Lu Xiaofeng couldn't hold back his curse. I've seen too many villains, and it's the first time I've seen such a despicable person. Make a cover.

However, this trick really disturbed their eyes and ears. Perhaps, the murderer was the person who had eaten in the teahouse just now. He was eating snacks, sipping tea, sitting on the seat, and leisurely watching their jokes.

Thinking of this, he couldn't calm down. When did he, Lu Xiaofeng, ever get teased like this? He was the only one who teased others! Seeing his jokes, I simply don't even think about it!

Fang Lang walked in front with a blank face, and the little kid was quite able to run. This place is relative to the market

Speaking of which, it is relatively quiet, surrounded by trees, it can be seen that no one will live here.

It's better not to stay in this kind of place for a long time. Along the way, the two of them didn't speak any more, each was thinking about what to do next. ..