My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

1205 Four suspects

After the two of them got closer, he asked, “How many old men are there in your academy? They must have white hair and a white beard, are thin, and look sinister.”

Zuo Xiaofei and Ji Zilin, who thought that Lu Zijia was going to tell them a secret: “…”

Even though the two of them were a bit speechless, they still thought about it seriously for a while before replying, “There are about ten seniors in our academy, including the deputy dean.”

“There are only four white-haired and white-bearded people. Their figures are similar.” Zuo Xiaofei said seriously.

Ji Zilin frowned. “As for looking sinister, I don’t think so.”

The seniors of their academy all sounded kind. None of them looked sinister.

Even Supervisor Zhao, who had always been famous for being upright and serious, was only serious-looking. He wasn’t sinister at all.

Thinking of Supervisor Zhao, Ji Zilin couldn’t help thinking of his sister and his mood became worse.

Before seeing his sister’s corpse, he could still deceive himself that his sister was still alive.

However, after what happened just then, he couldn’t even lie to himself.

After all, even an expert like Supervisor Zhao had been killed, let alone his sister.

Thinking of this, Ji Zilin’s eyes couldn’t help but turn red again. At the same time, a strong hatred rose in his heart.

Even if he had to risk his life, he would definitely make the murderer of his sister pay the price!

“Nothing spooky?”

Lu Zijia raised her eyebrows in confusion. Did the wandering soul she caught and interrogated give her the wrong description?

But that shouldn’t be the case. That wandering soul looked the most awake. It shouldn’t be wrong.

So, what went wrong?

“Which four?” Mu Tianyan squeezed his wife’s palm and asked Zuo Xiaofei.

Zuo Xiaofei was stunned for a moment by his random question, then she reacted and quickly replied, “Those four people are our dean, the instructors of Class A, Class B, and Instructor Liang of the Weapon Pavilion.”

“It’s already very good to be able to reduce it to four targets.” Lu Zijia shrugged and raised her eyebrows.

Zuo Xiaofei looked confused and wanted to ask something, but before she said anything, Lu Zijia asked her to quicken her pace.

Helpless, Zuo Xiaofei could only suppress the doubts in her heart for the time being.

Five minutes later, the few of them arrived at the instructors’ accommodation area.

The welfare of the Wenxin Academy was quite good. Every teacher could have an independent courtyard.

Because of what the Deputy Director said, Lu Zijia and the others entered the mentors’ dormitory area unimpeded.

Soon, Lu Zijia stopped in front of an independent courtyard at the end, which was also the most remote.

There was a small wooden sign on the wall on the right of the courtyard. On it was written Ke Chenghai, the owner of this courtyard.

“Instructor Ke, he’s the deputy instructor of our class.” Ji Zilin immediately said after seeing the name.

“Since you know him, I’ll leave it to you.” Lu Zijia took a step back and signaled Ji Zilin to knock on the door.

Ji Zilin clenched his fists and asked with difficulty, “Master, is it Teacher Ke…”

Lu Zijia glanced at the courtyard and her eyes flickered slightly. She replied calmly, “We’re just here to investigate selectively. Don’t think too much.”

Her answer made the members of the Ji family frown unconsciously.

Didn’t she say that he would bring them to find their daughter and sister’s souls? Why was it now…