Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1253 Clever Methods

Blood Dove's eyes widened, its breath stopped instantly, and its body slumped to the ground.

Then, Jiang Xiaochuan repeated the same method, striking Xuehe, who had already lost consciousness, with a palm strike.

"Xiao Chuan, how do you know the Huangfu family's secret techniques?"

Feng Ji finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"I saw Huangfu Lei use that same idiot technique last time,"

Jiang Xiaochuan said calmly, "I found the method of channeling energy interesting, so I memorized the steps and studied it on my own for a few days."

He paused, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and said, "I never expected it would actually come in handy today."

Upon hearing this, Feng Ji's eyes widened slightly—having only seen others use it a few times and deduced it himself for a few days, he was able to apply this secret technique to a level that was so realistic that it could even deceive the elders of the Crimson Blood Sect.

What an astonishing level of understanding!

While shocked, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It must be said that Jiang Xiaochuan's move was truly brilliant.

Not only did they completely absolve themselves of any involvement, but they also effectively shifted the blame for the Crimson Blood Sect onto the Huangfu family.

Given the Crimson Blood Sect's vengeful nature, the Huangfu family will have plenty of headaches ahead.

"We shouldn't stay here any longer, let's go quickly."

Feng Ji composed himself and said in a low voice.

"hold on."

Jiang Xiaochuan shook his head, his gaze fixed on the night outside the deserted manor.

"What are you waiting for?"

Feng Ji was surprised.

"Waiting for the Crimson Blood Cult."

Jiang Xiaochuan said calmly, "I overheard their conversation just now and have already sent a message to the other members of the Crimson Blood Cult. Judging by the time, they should be arriving soon."

After a moment's thought, Feng Ji understood Jiang Xiaochuan's intention.

Since the goal is to frame someone, the "witness" must witness the "scene" firsthand.

Moreover, Xuejiu just mentioned that there were some criticisms within the sect about the "temporary leader," which is a good opportunity to observe whether the people who came to see him would report the facts as they expected.

About half an hour later, a strong, nauseating smell of blood, mixed with a faint stench of decay, drifted from afar.

This smell is a common mark on the members of the Crimson Blood Cult who are specifically responsible for collecting "blood food." They are in constant contact with and refine the essence of fresh blood, so it is inevitable that their bodies will be tainted by this scent.

Two figures darted into the deserted manor courtyard like ghosts.

All the visitors were men, with unusually pale faces and faintly visible dark red, twisted veins on their faces and necks.

The two entered the room and immediately froze on the spot.

At this moment, there was no sign of life in the room except for them, which meant that Blood River Blood Dove had died tragically.

"Who...who dares to kill my Crimson Blood Sect elder?!"

Bloodclaw, with his gaunt face, cried out in a low voice, his voice filled with disbelief.

Blood Fang reacted quickly, suppressing his shock, and squatted down to examine the wound carefully.

He first checked their breathing and pulse to confirm that they were indeed lifeless, then carefully examined the fatal wounds—especially the subtle yet precise palm print mark between their eyebrows.

"This is……"

Blood Fang's pupils contracted sharply, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

"What is it?"

Bloodclaw asked urgently.

"The marks left by the Netherworld Palm Force..."

Bloodfang's voice was dry, filled with suppressed shock and anger, "I have studied the Netherworld Technique, and I would never be mistaken! Its chilling, bone-corroding, and life-eroding properties are exactly the same as the 'Netherworld Technique' recorded in the sect's scriptures!"

"The Huangfu family?!"

Blood Claw's eyes flashed with ferocity. "They've gone too far! How dare they commit such a heinous act! The two elders were following Xiao Qi's lead to track down the whereabouts of the 'Blood Fiend Technique,' could it be..."

"That cultivation technique really fell into the hands of the Huangfu family, which is why they wanted to kill my sect's elders to silence them and destroy the evidence?"

Blood Fang slowly shook his head, his face grim: "Elder Blood River's message was vague, only ordering us to come here quickly to meet up, without specifying anything."

"This matter is too complex for us to decide. Whether it was truly the work of the Huangfu family, and why they did it, must be reported back to the main altar immediately for the sect leader and the priests to decide."

That's what they said, but their eyes were hooked, and they couldn't help but keep glancing at the two corpses.

Those who practice this method are exceptionally sensitive to the flow of qi and blood.

At this moment, in their eyes, those were not two cold corpses, but two huge and pure "Qi and Blood Treasure Medicines"!

The residual blood and qi of a Grandmaster-level expert after death is especially tempting to those who rely on blood-based sustenance to enhance their power.

Bloodclaw licked his slightly dry lips, his eyes gleaming with greed, and his voice carried a hint of seduction:

"This, this ready-made 'tonic'... in the middle of nowhere, just the two of us... if we could... absorb it, it would be equivalent to ten years of arduous cultivation!"

Bloodfang's throat bobbed, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

The temptation was so real, it was as if a voice was clamoring in my head.

But this was a major taboo in the church, and he suddenly remembered the fate of those who violated the precepts.

Being thrown into the "blood pool" to suffer torture, where one's soul is refined, is a thousand times worse than death.

He bit his tongue hard, the sharp pain instantly bringing him to his senses. He grabbed Bloodclaw's arm and growled:

"Do you want to die?! Have you forgotten what crime it is to steal an elder's remains?! Do you want those living devils from the 'Blood Punishment Hall' to come knocking on your door? You won't even be able to die then!"

Bloodclaw trembled at his roar, his greed instantly replaced by fear.

Recalling the horrifying methods of the Blood Punishment Hall, his face turned even paler than before.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

Bloodfang stopped wasting words, bent down, and carried Blood Dove's corpse on his back. "This is not a place we can wade into. Let's hurry back and report!"

Bloodclaw quickly picked up Blood River and carried him on his back.

The two dared not look at that "temptation" again.

It was as if he was carrying a red-hot branding iron on his back, and with a burst of energy, he plunged into the pitch-black night without looking back.

After the two left, Jiang Xiaochuan and Feng Ji emerged from the shadows.

Feng Ji stroked his short beard and chuckled, "The Huangfu family will be busy now. The Crimson Blood Sect is vengeful and will surely believe they were behind it. There will be a fierce battle going on. I don't think they'll have the energy to keep an eye on you anytime soon."

Jiang Xiaochuan nodded slowly. He had only thought of killing them to silence them and clear his name, but he never expected that killing Xuehe and the other two would kill two birds with one stone.

Now that the members of the Crimson Blood Cult have seen the 'evidence' with their own eyes, the frame-up can finally be considered true.

They returned with their 'conclusion' to report, and the subsequent course of events was no longer up to the Huangfu family.

With the Crimson Blood Sect, this ferocious force, involved, the Huangfu family will inevitably be overwhelmed and unable to take care of themselves.

In the short term, not only will they no longer have to worry about the Huangfu family's retaliation, but the follow-up investigation of the handwritten copy of "Blood Fiend Technique" will also be disrupted by this conflict.

"Let's go."

Jiang Xiaochuan withdrew his gaze and turned to walk out of the manor.

The trip to the Holy Tomb is now the key. I need to go back and completely refine the damned death energy on my arm to deal with the uncertainties of tomorrow.

Feng Ji nodded in agreement and quickly followed.