After Traveling Through Time and Becoming a Sealed Idiot

"You little fool, did you pour water on my shoes again?" Xie Qingci shook the wine bottle and leaned against the pillar, raising his eyebrows slightly. Su Wanzhao curled up his neck and rubbed his hands, but a hint of cunning flashed at the end of his eyes - who would have thought that this handyman, who was treated as a joke by the whole clan, had just used modern criminal investigation techniques to find out the fatal stab wound in the girl's disappearance during the autopsy in Yizhuang? When the wronged soul cries in her ear, "Array Locks the Soul", and when Xie Qingci's sword picks apart the treacherous array on the corpse, the two look at the secrets hidden by each other and laugh out loud at the same time. "So you are also investigating the Anluo Sect?" "Let's make a deal first. When I return to normal, you have to pay me ten jars of Drunken Immortal Brew." Sword and formation, wisdom and conspiracy, the joining forces of these happy enemies will eventually tear apart the bloody storm that has been sealed for thousands of years.