Xianwu Datang: Start with the rich woman

This is something that can't be helped, the Prison Officer is in Chang'an City, and he can't reach the state of lawlessness.

The Guozijian is a place where all major forces are mixed, with a big family and a big business.

As for the possible man-made Gu poison, Chen Yanjun couldn't help but think of Huang Chao who practiced in Danlin Academy for seven days.

At that time, Professor Fang was still a student...

Chen Yanjun didn't dare to think about it any further. Conspiracy theories without evidence are meaningless.

"Speaking of which, the reason why the Gu poison, or the blood of the devil, has not spread widely is because everyone is mediocre and does not have the conditions to spread it."

"Invincible begins with the sacrifice of ancestors"

"..."

Chen Yanjun suddenly felt insulted by himself.

Song Quwu continued:

"When the devil's blood spreads to mortals, before it has time to act on the root bones, the mortal's soul will be unable to carry it, and it will die or go crazy on the spot. Naturally, its blood is not contagious."

"The devil's blood is transmitted to a cultivator with average talent. The cultivator will turn into a pool of wriggling flesh until the last trace of spiritual veins is exhausted, and it will dry into dust and smoke. The infectiousness of the blood has been greatly reduced."

While talking, Song Quwu's hands were itchy, and he splashed ink to draw strange wriggling flesh.

Chen Yanjun couldn't help thinking of Fan Yu.

Although this fellow murdered the original owner for money and resources, his death was too tragic.

"Only when the devil's blood is passed on to a genius cultivator, is it possible for this person to fall into the devil's way, and his blood will continue to be contagious."

"If all the cultivators in the world were as gifted as Mr. Buzheng, the human race would have been extinct long ago."

Song went to Wu and said so.

And he casually drew a graffiti in which the sky over the Central Plains is occupied by huge shadows of all kinds of strange shapes.

There was only a black shadow crawling on the ground with a flagon hanging on it...

Chen Yanjun raised his forehead, this painting is too damaged.

Murong Ye watched it with relish, and didn't think there was anything wrong.

The meaning of what Song Quwu said is very simple: mediocre people save the world, no matter how the aura recovers and declines, mortals are the foundation of human beings.

"According to the report of the Prison Officer, after a talented cultivator breaks through and falls into the devil's way, only those who survive can be called devils."

"The devil must be dancing with the devil under the self-anesthesia state of the soul. No matter whether there is a human form or not, it is usually impossible to be manipulated by outsiders."

Chen Yanjun can empathize with this state.

If he hadn't used the spirit of the traverser and the help of some panels to forcefully cross the illusion of magic energy and enter the third realm of nourishing energy, he must have been possessed like the yellow nest.

"Does the jailer have any good medicine to cure the devil's blood or Gu poison?"

Chen Yanjun asked curiously.

"Cure evil?"

Song Quwu shook his head:

"Your treatment plan relies on the strength of the patient's own soul, as well as your spirit control assistance, and cannot promote treatment. Gu poison, or devil blood, is still an incurable poison and cannot be eradicated."

"At most, it can only be suppressed temporarily with the soul method."

"Dr. Yan Lingji of the Imperial College, it is said that he has profound attainments in soul law, and he is confident that he can suppress the devil's blood, but in the end it inspired a deep devil's heart."

Chen Yanjun was slightly taken aback, thinking that this situation is basically hopeless, just wait for death...

He won't treat him with Assistant Professor Fang!

Song Quwu continued:

"Danlin Institute's report to the prison secretary said that you were also poisoned by the Gu poison, but Wuhou's report also said that you and Du Qiuzhuo were not contaminated with Gu's blood that day, and Du Qiuzhuo was fine afterwards. You have been poisoned by the devil's blood, what's going on?"

Chen Yanjun didn't hide anything, and said truthfully:

"I ate the poison from the poisonous mushroom. Someone must have poisoned it secretly."

Song Quwu shook his head and exclaimed:

"If that's the case, you are the first mortal who survived poisoning discovered by the prison chief."

"That's right, if I haven't been poisoned, maybe I can't enter the product yet!"

Chen Yanjun said proudly.

Song Quwu frowned.

"So, you are a sober devil?"

Murong Ye tilted his head, and looked at Chen Yanjun with an epiphany.

However, Chen Yanjun did not hesitate at all, his expression was as usual, he talked and laughed freely, and said righteously:

"This is called the person who saves the evils of the world. In troubled times, I am the savior!"

Song Quwu frowned, then shook his head, always feeling that something was wrong and unable to refute.

But Murong Ye got up and walked over, sat cross-legged beside Chen Yanjun, patted his shoulder, and continued to nibble on the juicy white pear.

"You want to be the savior, I have no objection, but you can't be a savior for free, you know!"

"Why do you still take it seriously?"

Chen Yanjun shook his head and smiled, and gnawed on the juicy big white pear like no one else was there.

The magic stick and the savior may really be a fateful couple.

Then, he asked Senior Sister Song a key question:

"Where is the devil's blood passing into the spirit beast's body?"

Song Quwu's eyes froze, and it was only now that he talked about the core issue.

"The prison chief has always held the view that demonic obstacles are a kind of abnormality of the mind and soul. Because spirit beasts and strange beasts have simple minds and souls, it is impossible for them to be infected with demonic barriers."

"However, the case of Gu wither is so special precisely because it is possible to break this law."

Chen Yanjun also nodded, Qiu Zhuo and Murong Ye both mentioned this point one after another.

Song Quwu drew a control map casually, like a marionette.

"Gu with a human form, with a beast form, did not see the state of out of control, and its spiritual intelligence is also very high, it seems that someone is manipulating Gu with behind the scenes."

Chen Yanjun couldn't help doubting:

"Could it be that the earliest spirit beasts fused into strange beasts also relied on the power of Gu poison to grow all kinds of strange combinations without collapsing?"

Song Quwu's eyes gathered slightly, and he glanced at Murong Ye, somewhat surprised.

"You are indeed a genius doctor. Although your guess has not been confirmed, it is similar to the guess of the eldest princess or Lord Sizheng..."

"Even Master Jijiu of the Guozijian and the head of the Imperial Beast Academy are avoiding talking about this matter. Right now, the top prison guards are not as powerful as the Guozijian, so they cannot be searched forcibly. Maybe, Chen Zhenqing can investigate in the future."

"In short, the top priority right now is to catch Gu Zhuo!"

After finishing speaking, Song Quwu looked at Murong Ye again.

After all, Mr. Buzheng sent a letter saying that he had encountered Gu Qiao, and asked Zheng Ke to investigate Fang Haiping's background, but he failed to catch him for no reason.

Murong Ye was taken aback for a moment, then he remembered something, quickly took out the space kit, and let out the flesh and blood wrapped in a ball of sword energy.

"what is this!"

After eating Sydney, clapping his hands, Murong Ye said:

"Isn't this the headless gu wither you want?"

Song Quwu thought in his heart, this is not only headless, but also bodyless...

However, since Mr. Buzheng did it himself, he can understand it.

Seeing Gu's withered flesh and blood, Song Quwu was very excited and wanted to study it.

Murong Ye grabbed Song Quwu, and hurriedly said to Chen Yanjun:

"Since you are already my deputy, this monster will be handed over to you to study."

"After you study it, hand it over to Sizheng for the headquarters to study."

"We have to take the initiative of the investigation."

When Chen Yanjun heard this, he always felt that he was breaking the rules.

"This...isn't it good?"

Murong Ye pouted and said:

"What's not so good, you're the person involved, and half of the credit is due to Gu Zhuo being caught in the end. Of course, we have the right to prioritize research."

"The Prison Division is very large, with thousands of people. Don't you think that everyone is trustworthy?"

Chen Yanjun understands the truth, but this woman firmly believes in a brother-in-law who has only met three times...

"Ok."

Chen Yanjun took a rough look at the eye Gu's withered flesh, and found that there were some things mixed in it.

"An ordinary Huang-rank spirit sword, there seems to be a fragment of a storage bag..."

Murong Ye is no longer interested.

"You can decide the details yourself. You are my deputy now. Unless it is a money-making project, there is no need to report everything to me."

As expected of you... Chen Yanjun has nothing to say.

At this moment, He Bumian came back, walked in a hurry, and said to everyone:

"Master Sizheng is back, and is waiting for you in Silou!"

Murong Ye suddenly frowned.

"Didn't you let Si Zheng come to find us?"

"Forget it, in order to get the bounty sooner, I'd better condescend to make another trip to Silou!"

Chapter 0063 Yiren, You Are Beautiful Again! [Glacierang Silver Plus Four! 】

The northern profile of the Daming Palace, Si Lou.

Even in the middle of the night, there are still bad people wearing stars and moons, walking around at night in black clothes.

Chen Yanjun and Murong Ye returned to Silou almost at the same time as Si Zheng and Si Cheng.

The four just ran into each other at the door.

The nominal head of the prison division, Si Zheng, is a tall, thin, handsome old man.

Wearing a spacious purple cloak, his facial features are a bit like that of a barbarian or a Tibetan. He walks like the wind and has his own rhythm, as if he can dance at any time.

On the way, Chen Yanjun heard from Murong Ye that the official name of the secretary was Li Hanfei, and Li was given the surname. Han Fei was named after Han Feizi, a jurist of the Warring States Period.

In fact, he is a mixed descendant of Han people and Hu people, and his mother is Hu Ji from Jiaofang Sili, who is an outsider of a criminal official. It can be seen that Si Zheng's background is not much higher than Jiang Miao's.

However, it is a rare third-rank Confucianism.

Li Hanfei was originally a big celebrity in front of the emperor, and he was good at dancing. Unfortunately, the emperor was incompetent, and it was a waste of talent to follow the emperor. Even so, he did not seek refuge with Eunuch Qiu or Jing Zhaoyin.

Later, she was pulled by the eldest princess to be in charge of the prison secretary, and the eldest princess retreated behind the scenes, and the emperor was also happy.

Behind Si Zheng, there was also a Japanese woman in a prison uniform, named Yin Ren, who was the eldest princess' confidant, and her official position was Si Cheng, who was equivalent to supervising Si Zheng's deputy.

Under the blue light, she couldn't see her real face clearly, and her figure was also wrapped in the prison uniform, but she was dressed up in the same way as Senior Sister Guan, and she was a mature woman with an exotic style.

Chen Yanjun did not expect that the two high-ranking officers of the prison department were foreigners...

It's still the old Li's family that does things in an eclectic manner.

It can also be seen from the side that most of the senior officials and capable people of the Tang Dynasty have taken refuge in Eunuch Qiu and Jing Zhaoyin, and they do not accept foreigners.

What's interesting is that Chen Yanjun, a foreigner with facial features, can tell at a glance, but his name is more archaic than that of Tang people.

One is Li Hanfei and the other is Yin Ren.

When Murong Ye saw Si Zheng, he didn't say anything, and immediately greeted Si Cheng with a shoulder to shoulder.