Chương 1188: Suicide _2

"Me?" Li lingsu pointed at herself.

"Could it be me?" Xu Qi 'an asked.

But I don't know where the secret chamber is ... Instinctively, li lingsu did not want to go, afraid that the truth would be revealed. However, when he saw an orange cat standing at the door, he raised his paw and slammed it on the door frame unhappily.

Knowing that the old man was going to be angry if he didn't go now, he had to step out of the door.

The inner hall quieted down, and no one spoke.

The Buddhist monks were half expectant and half afraid. They were looking forward to the progress of the case, but they were afraid of how Xu Qi 'an would deal with them later.

The Zen masters still had the power to fight, but they knew that they had no chance of winning against the unpredictable blade. Furthermore, the other party also had a puppet that could be used to offset the commandment.

As for Jingxin, he was the one who knew Xu Qi 'an's identity and cultivation best.