Seeing Qiong Wu who looked exactly like Amei in the academy was a mistake.
But what we encountered this time was not a living person, but a long-dead nine-headed rat!
Yun Que secretly muttered in his heart.
Is it possible that Nine-headed Rat also has a twin brother studying in the academy?
After pondering for a moment, Yun Que silently opened the door and followed the Nine-Headed Rat.
The Nine-Headed Rat walked slowly, and his body seemed a little stiff. He walked forward step by step, reached the end of the corridor, and started to climb the stairs.
Yun Que followed him to the third floor.
The nine-headed rat stood in front of a door, motionless.
At this point, Yun Que can be sure of one thing.
The nine-headed rat is not a living person, but a corpse!
No breathing.
Walking corpse!
At midnight, in the empty west building, there are walking corpses.
When others saw such a terrifying scene, they were frightened to death.
Yun Que is not afraid.
If you don't have the guts, why don't you call yourself a monster hunter?
Besides, it's not like Yun Que has never seen such a thing as a walking corpse.
They occasionally appear in the wild, but most of them fall down after taking a few steps.
Yun Que has never encountered someone like the Nine-Headed Rat who can climb stairs.
Crunch.
The sound of the door opening was particularly harsh in the quiet west building.
The nine-headed rat stepped into the house, and Yun Que also followed.
There was no one in the house, it was empty.
A small round table was lit with candles, and the candlelight was dim.
There are some strange water jars lined up against the walls, with lids on them, and I don't know what they contain.
The nine-headed rat stood motionless after entering the house.
Yun Que turned to the front and took a closer look.
It was definitely a corpse.
His pupils were dull and his whole body was full of deathly aura.
The body was well preserved, with no corpse air leaking out, just like a freshly dead one.
While he was looking at the corpse of the nine-headed rat, a hoarse old voice suddenly came from behind Yun Que.
"What are you looking at?"
The sound appeared so suddenly that Yun Que was unprepared and was startled.
Looking back, I saw a skinny old man standing behind me, his eyes gleaming, almost like a skeleton transformed into a spirit.
It is Mr. Xilou.
"Old Mo, let me just take a look."
Yun Que said casually, feeling horrified in his heart.
With his keen perception, he didn't notice when Mr. Mo appeared behind him!
If the other party is an enemy, it is enough to take the opportunity to kill him.
How could he appear and disappear like a living ghost... Yun Que cursed in his heart.
"No one else is allowed to look at my things casually." Mr. Mo stared at Yun Que dimly and said hoarsely: "If you look at it, you will be in trouble."
"Student, take note. I won't read it next time and go back to sleep." Yun Que said and wanted to leave.
With a creak, the door closed on its own.
"Now that you're here, stay."
Mr. Mo floated to the corner with his hands behind his back and lifted the lid of a large vat.
Yun Que glanced at it,
The tank was filled with pitch-black water, and there were many bones soaked in the water!
There are corpses and bones. This place looks like a murder scene.
If he hadn't known that the Nine-Headed Rat had died long ago, Yun Que would have escaped at all costs to avoid becoming a corpse tomorrow.
After opening the lid, Mr. Mo took the bones inside out of the water and threw them to the ground.
The bones were scattered, including skulls, hand bones, and leg bones, scattered all over the ground.
"Before dawn, complete this set of bones."
Mr. Mo said, taking out a ball of black thread and handing it to Yun Que.
The black thread is very strange, it looks like it is woven from snake skin, with lines on it.
Yun Que tested his strength and found it to be extremely tough.
"It doesn't take dawn, it will be picked up in a moment."
Yun Que said and started to connect the bones with snakeskin black thread. In less than a stick of incense, the scattered bones were restored.
Mr. Mo kept watching with his hands behind his back. When the bones recovered, he nodded and said:
"Yes, your skills are sophisticated. It seems you are very familiar with corpses."
"The student has been a prisoner and has been examining corpses for several years. If Mr. Mo is fine, I will go back to sleep." Yun Que said.
This eerie Mr. Xilou had an air of weirdness all over him, and Yun Que didn't want to spend too much time with this guy.
"It turned out to be a fraud. No wonder you passed the test."
Mr. Mo pointed to the body of the nine-headed rat and said, "Tell me how he died."
"Died of illness." Yun Que replied casually.
Old Mo Jiejie laughed twice strangely and said:
"Mr. Perfunctory, you will be punished. You escaped from the prison, do you want to be imprisoned again?"
"Old Mo is joking, I am a jailer in the sky prison, not a prisoner." Yun Que defended.
"Tianlao Jailer, there is no precedent for being admitted to the Academy. You came so late on the day of the examination. You are nothing if not a fugitive." Old Mo said.
"At that time, there were many new prisoners in the sky jail. The students came late because of their busy schedule. Moreover, the little jailer also has a heart to study. The student worked hard for many years and finally got admitted to the palace. My colleagues in the sky jail were preparing to celebrate me. ." Yun Que said nonsense.
Mr. Mo's expression became strange, and he said with a half-smile:
"I'm afraid those colleagues you mentioned are not planning to celebrate, but are planning to increase your sentence. Your wanted notice is almost posted at the gate of the academy."
Yun Que smiled awkwardly and honestly began to perform the autopsy.
After a brief review, the answer is given:
"Death from poisoning."
At that time, Yun Que had seen the nine-headed rat being carried out of the cell.
His face was ashen and he was foaming at the mouth. He said he died suddenly, but Yun Que knew it must be Amei's method.
If you want to kill a prisoner in a sky jail, poisoning is the simplest and most effective method.
All of Amei’s previous inmates died of illness, presumably poisoned by her.
"That's wrong." Mr. Mo said hoarsely.
Yun Que frowned, looked at the body again, and said:
"Kill with a curse, he was poisoned and died."
"That's not right either." Mr. Mo shook his head.
"Dream Kill, he died in a dream and was killed by a witch cultivator." Yun Que said.
"It's still wrong." Mr. Mo continued to shake his head.
Yun Que was strange now.
Amei is a weak woman, and the cultivation skills she can use are nothing more than poisoning and cursing.
Soon Yun Que remembered the bug crawling into his ear, and finally gave an answer:
"He died of a Gu insect!"
Yun Que believed that Amei in the prison must have some cultivation skills and was most likely a witch cultivator.
Because only witch cultivators can kill people without being noticed, and can easily deceive others.
Using Gu is exactly what witch cultivators are good at!
Mr. Mo actually shook his head again, denying Yun Que's guess.
Yun Que became serious now and carefully checked the body again to confirm that there were no wounds.
"The body is intact and it died suddenly. I think it is consistent with the conclusion that the witch cultivator committed murder in his dream." Yun Que questioned.
Old Monster Mo came to the corpse with a smile, opened his eyelids, dug out the eyeballs, held them in his hand and said:
"All killing methods in the world have their own traces. Killing in a dream may seem mysterious, but in fact it is nothing new. After using magic to put the target into a deep sleep, the witch cultivator then uses his own magic power to form a beam of spiritual needles to destroy the target's soul. Making him die miserably in his dream is the method of dream killing."
"You have to remember that the traces of dream murder come from the eyeballs, which connect to the brain and contain the spirit. If the soul of the deceased is destroyed in the dream, he will naturally suffer great fear and pain. This fear and pain will be transmitted to the eyes, causing the fundus of the eyes to It was congested, and this eyeball only had bloodshot eyes and was not congested, which means he did not die from dream murder."
Yun Que listened very carefully and admired him very much.
As expected of the gentleman who taught the art of autopsy, he is so experienced in autopsy.
Yun Que himself was a widower, and he knew most of the causes of death of the deceased, almost at a glance.
However, the methods of cultivators are all kinds of strange, especially when witch cultivators kill people without leaving any trace. If Mr. Mo hadn't told him, Yun Que wouldn't have known that the corpses that died in the dream had such characteristics.
"What about poison spells and poisonous insects? They can also make people die silently." Yun Que asked.
"Poison spells are simpler. You can tell whether they are poisoned by looking at the blood stains on the corpse. Gu insects are indeed troublesome and the most difficult to distinguish. It requires extremely detailed inspection to see the clues."
Mr. Mo put his hands behind his back and said in a hoarse voice:
"There are many kinds of voodoos, all kinds of strange and different sizes. There are living voodoos and dead voodoos, and there are empty voodoos and real voodoos. The smallest voodoos can get into the human body through the pores. If you want to distinguish them, you need to check the pores and even the whole body of the corpse. For each hair, this kind of detection ability requires Taoist spiritual consciousness, and you also need to have an ultimate understanding of the poisonous insects and know the characteristics of each kind of poisonous insect before you can make a final conclusion."
Mr. Mo's tone was calm, as if he was telling an ordinary thing.
But it was a shock to Yun Que's ears.
Mr. Mo was able to confirm that the Nine-Headed Rat did not die from Gu Insects, which meant that in addition to possessing the spiritual consciousness of a Taoist monk, he already had a very good understanding of Gu Insects.
No wonder he can become the master of the academy!
At this point, Yun Que changed his view of Mr. Mo. Regardless of whether he looked like a living ghost or not, at least he was indeed knowledgeable.
"The students have learned a lesson." Yun Que said humbly: "May I ask, sir, what is the cause of death of this corpse."
Mr. Mo held up one hand to form a fist and said:
"Death by one punch."
This time Yun Que was even more difficult to understand.
The body was completely intact on the outside and had no injuries at all. How could it be beaten to death with just one punch?
Mr. Mo pushed his eyes back, took out a dagger, cut open the front of the corpse, and then took out the heart.
He was gouging out his eyes and his heart. Other students would have been scared away by this kind of practice.
Yun Que stood there calmly as usual.
"Now, do you see it?"
Mr. Mo held his heart and said with a sinister smile.
The corpse had been specially treated, the blood had long been coagulated, and the heart looked very fresh.
Yun Que only glanced at it and blurted out:
"My heart was broken! Killed by my inner strength!"
If you look closely at the heart in Mr. Mo's hand, you can see that there are dense cracks inside, indicating that the heart has been shattered inside, but the outside is still intact.
The moment he learned the cause of death, Yun Que was shocked.
He could handle this kind of injury, but it would leave marks on his body.
With one punch, the heart will be collapsed, the bones will be broken, and the heart veins will naturally be shattered.
But the body of the nine-headed rat is complete!
There are no injuries!
In this case, there is only one possibility.
That punch was done by a seventh-grade God Refining Realm warrior!
Because only seventh-level warriors can perfectly master the inner strength, thus causing the injury of beating an ox across a mountain, not damaging the appearance, but shattering the heart.
What shocked Yun Que was not the death of the nine-headed rat, but that the weak Amei in the prison was actually a seventh-level warrior!
Who would have thought,
A weak woman who can only sing songs actually possesses the martial arts cultivation of the seventh-level God Refining Realm!
Mr. Mo put the heart back to its original place, sewed up the wound several times, stared at Yun Que with a sinister look and said:
"You are not bad, you are brave enough, and you are much better than Mu An. From today on, I will teach you a method called corpse refining."
