Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 617: The Ancestral Patriarch Notices Something Off

Chapter 617: Chapter 617: The Ancestral Patriarch Notices Something Off

Thinking about this, Shang Junxiao felt increasingly upset.

Initially, he had thought about lending Ning Mu money, and he had even transferred funds to Ning Mu.

But Ning Mu never accepted it, always saying that he had money.

Shang Junxiao was so casual about it that he really believed Ning Mu was well-off.

However, if Ning Mu really had money, why would he live here?

Without security, without a subway, congested roads, leaving from here to get to work in the city center would take an hour or two by bus.

Shang Junxiao’s heart ached more and more.

Xia Xin saw his gloomy mood and stealthily patted his shoulder, comforting him.

Shang Junxiao turned and looked at him, feeling an inexplicably stronger sting in his nose.

It was at this moment that Fu Shiyan suddenly asked, "Which building is Ning Mu’s home in?"

Hearing this, Shang Junxiao snapped out of his daze, blinked rapidly to hold back the tears in his eyes, sucked back his runny nose, and said, "In building number 8, but his home doesn’t have a house number. The last time I took him home, it took a long time to find it. Once we get to building number 8, I’ll get out of the car and take you guys up."

Fu Shiyan acknowledged with a grunt, his expression indifferent, and turned the steering wheel.

The car quickly arrived at building number 8.

Not leaving Shang Junxiao too much time to be sorrowful.

...

Before long, Jiangli, Fu Shiyan, and others appeared at Ning Mu’s doorstep.

Shang Junxiao led them, and this time, it was rather easy to find the place where Ning Mu had lived.

A small single-room ’apartment’.

Jiangli stood at the door, eyeing the seal that forbade entry, raised an eyebrow, and said, "This is Ning Mu’s home? Did Ning Mu jump from this building?"

Shang Junxiao nodded, "Yes, I heard it was here."

Jiangli then asked, "Are you sure it was suicide?"

Fu Shiyan’s gaze fell on Jiangli.

Shang Junxiao was also stunned, "No, wasn’t it suicide? The police said it was suicide."

Jiangli looked at the tightly closed door of Ning Mu’s home, "The Evil Qi here is too strong. If it were suicide, there shouldn’t be such intense Evil Qi. Mr. Shang, do you know Ning Mu’s date and time of birth, or do you have any recent pictures of him?"

"Date and time of birth? I don’t know that, but I have his photo!"

Shang Junxiao immediately took out his phone, flipped through his album, and found a photo, "This one was taken yesterday after we finished recording the show in the backstage, I pulled him in for the photo, just yesterday, so it should count as recent, right?"

"Let me see it."

Jiangli reached out his hand.

Shang Junxiao handed the phone to Jiangli right away.

Jiangli took it and saw a face that was fresh and pretty.

Shang Junxiao had the typical sunny, big boy look, appearing as if he was carefree and raised spoilt and innocent.

In the photo, next to him stood a not-so-tall young man with eyes that were exceptionally gentle and attractive.

However, his forehead was dark, his gaze was evasive, his Primordial Spirit was unfocused, the whites of his eyes were crisscrossed with red veins mixed with teariness, cursed with the Peach Blossom Evil, bound by a sentimental tribulation, and both sides of the nose showed Evil Qi in a concentrated dark purple.

The countenance of a king, but it was not an ordinary death omen, but one of violent death.

Jiangli narrowed his eyes, "He did not commit suicide."

"What?"

Hearing this, Shang Junxiao was staggered, looking back and forth between Xia Xin and Fu Shiyan, seriously doubting he had misheard, and wanted someone else to confirm it.

Xia Xin was also taken aback, "Ancestor, are you for real?"

"Yes, is this true?"

Shang Junxiao couldn’t believe it, "That’s impossible! The police said it was suicide, and... Ning Mu was such a good person, he never made enemies with anyone. Even though we split up, working at different companies, no one would dislike him. If it wasn’t suicide, then it must have been murder, but how could anyone want to harm him?"