Plop.
Han Hu's body fell down and his life was cut off. Several gang members near the hall were also killed by the servant. The latter came over and said worriedly:
"Master, where is the sword holder..."
Han Bachi sighed deeply:
"I understand now why that gentleman deliberately asked for a baggage to carry on his back before leaving. It must have been to lure the snake out of the hole. Although Han Hu is dead, my guilt has not been eliminated. After this matter is dealt with, it will be time to take the blame and resign. when.
"As for now..."
The old man said: "Serving the sword holder with all your heart is the first priority."
The servant was speechless and thought for a while: "The people below reported that there has been a movement nearby, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to completely eliminate the impact."
Han Bachi waved his hand, thought for a moment, and then ordered:
"Give me the order to immediately cut off all contact between Han Hu and others and us. You know what to do and don't cause trouble to that adult.
"At the same time, activate the plan to sink the Shendu Dark Network further underground, contact An Zi, and collect relevant information so that you can atone for your sins."
"yes!"
…
Earlier, Dashi Qiaotou.
The food stall was filled with hot air, which made people very appetizing just by looking at it. The little girl squatted glumly, and suddenly heard footsteps approaching. She raised her head, and her pretty little face was stunned for a moment, and she was a little surprised:
"guest……"
Ji Ping'an smiled slightly and said softly: "I want a roll of spring pancakes and two dumplings."
"okay!"
The old man next to him came back to his senses. Although he was surprised that the other party was safe and sound, he still spread out the dough skillfully and rolled it with various vegetable shreds... He then opened the basket and took out a green dumpling named "Dongting Sauce" with the aroma of orange.
After paying the money, Ji Pingan thanked him with a smile, held an umbrella in one hand and left slowly holding a paper bag in the other.
The sky and the earth were misty and misty, and walking on the bridge felt like stepping into a fairyland.
After the people disappeared, the little girl came back to her senses and said, "What a strange guest."
But if you ask what's strange, I can't tell you, I just feel it's different.
The old man frowned and looked towards the alley in the distance, wondering if he had guessed wrong.
But immediately, a piercing scream tore through the rain curtain, and an auntie carrying a vegetable basket ran out with a pale face and screamed:
"He's dead, call the officer!"
This sound immediately attracted the attention of a group of nearby patrols. Soon, the entire alley was blocked, attracting the attention of many people.
After a while, Jingzhao Mansion police officers came in with swords on their waists.
The leader is the chief arrest officer of the government office. If it were a normal murder case, he would not be alarmed, but this time the case was serious, so he was invited to take action.
"Sir, the scene is inside." The patrol inspector in charge of the blockade pointed forward.
The chief catcher, who had a square face and thick eyebrows, approached slowly. Although he was prepared, after seeing the scene clearly, he still breathed in gently:
Corpses were lying on the ground, still maintaining a killing posture, but their heads were separated from their bodies, and their eyes were wide open, as if they still hadn't realized what was happening.
"Has the identity of the deceased been investigated clearly?" the chief catcher asked.
The inspector shook his head: "It's not too late, but one of the brothers recognized the leader as the Red Sticks, a gang in the city. In addition... some people on the nearby bridge witnessed it and said that these people seemed to be following a young man at that time."
The chief catcher frowned, walked slowly to the corpse, squatted down and observed, and then his pupils shrank slightly.
Those fractures are as smooth as a mirror and are beyond the reach of ordinary weapons.
Combining the traces of the scene, he relied on experience to restore the scene in his mind:
A group of warriors hurriedly ran into the alley, but stopped suddenly, and faintly confronted a vague figure in front of them. Then they attacked brazenly, but they couldn't even touch the corners of the opponent's clothes, and they all drank in hatred at the same time.
"hiss……"
The chief catcher was a bit bitter, knowing that this case was not something he could handle, so he said:
"Come here, go inform Fuyin about the situation here. It involves a fight between practitioners. Please inform the Taoist sect and send someone to deal with it."
After a pause, he added: "At the same time, go find the gangs these people belong to and order them to cooperate with the investigation."
In Shendu City, the patrol inspectors and government officials are more or less related to gangs, so there is no need to worry about missing them.
A famous policeman took the order and left, while the others waited in place.
About an hour later, a young man wearing a cloud-embroidered Taoist robe arrived. He looked up at the chief arrester and said without any nonsense, "Where is the body?"
The officials suddenly moved out of the way, allowing the Taoist priest from the state sect to enter.
According to the rules, if a case involves a monk, at least the government will handle it on its own, or at worst, "professionals" from the state religion must be called in to take action.
The young Taoist squinted his eyes and glanced at the corpse. After listening to the description of the chief arrester next to him, he said calmly:
"It doesn't matter. It has not been more than six hours since the death. You can use magic to interrogate the spirit and pry into the memory of the deceased before death, and you can identify the murderer."
His tone was arrogant, as if he thought he could solve the case easily.
The chief catcher was filled with envy. He had long been accustomed to the latter's arrogant attitude. The guys from the National Religion School were used to looking down their noses at people, but they were not bad at heart. He immediately said, "Excuse me, Taoist Priest."
The young man said "Yes" and circulated the spiritual energy in his body to flow into his eyes. In an instant, the whites and pupils of his eyes were covered with a layer of pure black.
He raised his right hand and made a false grab at the leader's corpse.
Suddenly, a soul body full of cracks and a dull expression floated out, and was sucked into the latter's eyes.
…
"kill!"
The young Taoist was in a trance, with countless sounds of fighting echoing in his ears, as if he was on a battlefield.
He was stunned for a moment, not understanding why this was happening.
Shouldn't it be to read the corpse's pre-death memories? With doubts, he slowly "opened" his eyes, and the surrounding scenery became clear.
Here is a square, with flags lying on the ground and burning at the feet. He is wearing leather armor and dressed as a soldier. Looking around, the city is filled with the sounds of fighting and fighting.
"Battlefield?" He was stunned for a moment. Before he could recover, he was suddenly pushed by a big hand from behind: "Run! Run!"
Why?
He turned around in confusion and saw countless comrades fleeing in terror. Under the dark clouds in the distance, there was the shadow of a thundering gray sword.
"Poof!" The next second, his eyebrows were pierced, and his vision darkened, which meant death.
But in a blink of an eye, he opened his eyes again and found that he was possessed by another soldier who was fleeing. As he ran wildly, a sword shadow pierced his back. His body was like being hit by a locomotive, rising into the air and falling down again.
Next, it’s the third and fourth time…
He kept possessing one soldier after another and was killed again and again.
Every time at the moment of death, intense fear and pain flood into the consciousness - this is the price of "asking for the soul".
Originally, with his cultivation level, the impact was not significant, but when hundreds or thousands of deaths accumulated, his soul suddenly suffered pain like tearing, and fear engulfed his soul, but it could not end.
Just when his mind was about to collapse, he "opened his eyes". This time... the scene in front of him was no longer a battlefield, but a military tent.
He heard "himself" say: "I thought he was a powerful character, but he turned out to be a coward."
"I've been waiting for you for a long time." The figure sitting in the tent said calmly.
…
In the alley.
The young Taoist suddenly opened his eyes, his face turned pale, blood spurted out with a pop, and he fell down, suffering severe injuries.
The surrounding officials were shocked and didn't know what was going on.
The chief catcher had quick hands and eyes. He stepped forward to support him and said urgently: "Taoist? Taoist?"
The originally arrogant young man stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the latter's arm. Veins appeared on the back of his hand, and his eyes bulged, as if he was experiencing a nightmare: "National Preceptor... I saw the National Preceptor..."
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ps: The saved manuscript is gone. Tomorrow is Tuesday. Please remember to click on tomorrow’s update. The results of other books are too good, and the pressure is great. I don’t know if I can advance, and I don’t know how far this book can go in the cruel fighting. Far... please.
