The whole world is waiting for the devil to break up

into the night.In the solemn mourning hall, a few people in sackcloth and filial piety whispered in front of the door.Meng Wanwan has been keeping vigil for five or six nights, and several of her senior brothers are urging her to go back to rest, but Meng Wanwan doesn't agree. She turned her pale face into the mourning hall, holding her sword and guarding the dark beams on the side of the coffin. Meng Jianyu, who was sitting quietly.

The disciples of Mount Jiuhua are all in awe of this young master Meng, even the headmaster's daughter.

The senior brothers persuaded him a few more words, Meng Jianyu didn't hear it, but he didn't respond.

Meng Wanwan lowered her eyes that were red from crying, and quietly declined the kindness of the senior brothers.

At this time, an uncle hurried into the mourning hall, and said something to Meng Jianyu.

Meng Jianyu opened his half-closed eyes, and said something as if he was a little surprised.

"Dare to come?"

After a while, Meng Jianyu took Meng Wanwan's senior brothers to catch the thief who came to steal the sword again tonight, and left two disciples to accompany Meng Wanwan to continue the vigil, but the two disciples could only guard the outer door .

Meng Wanwan knelt by the door alone.The huge mourning hall is full of dazzling white, and the pale mourning fan in front of the gate moves with the whistling night wind.

When he walked out of the gate of the mourning hall, Meng Jianyu looked back and then at the dark place outside the courtyard.

He arranged for more than a dozen disciples dressed in Jiuhuashan disciple uniforms to hide around the mourning hall tonight.In the direction Meng Jianyu was looking at, a disciple slowly appeared, and nodded towards Meng Jianyu.

Only then did Meng Jianyu feel relieved to leave.

Perhaps it was because the wind was too strong tonight. Meng Wanwan felt a little uneasy at the moment. She tightened the sackcloth she was wearing, and added a handful of paper money to the fire that was burning in front of her. At the same time, she looked out the door. glanced.I don't know who arranged the mourning shed, but the mourning banner outside was blown up by the wind, just blocking her view.

Similarly, the disciples guarding the gate outside could not clearly see the situation inside the mourning hall.

Meng Wanwan suddenly felt a gust of cool wind blowing against her back, and then the back of her neck went numb, her eyes widened in vain, they closed quickly, and fell backwards.A hand pressed on the back of her shoulder at the right time, and dragged her to lean against the door.

In this way, from the outside, Meng Wanwan seemed to be afraid of the wind and hid behind the door, while the figure in Tsing Yi behind her had slipped into the mourning hall.

Meng Jianyu set a trap, but with his wonderful lightness kung fu, Li Zhi broke into the mourning hall without any effort, and did not attract anyone's attention.His steps were very light, and he slowly approached the coffin in the center of the mourning hall.

"Zhizhi!"

A soft voice sounded in front of the door, Li Zhi paused, turned around with his eyes wide open.Xiao Han was sneaking in the door. When passing by Meng Wanwan, he only glanced at it, and then cautiously ran towards Li Zhi.

Before he pounced on him, Li Zhi blocked his personality with one hand, and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you stay in the room to cover?" Having had the experience of last time, Li Zhi did not seem to repeat the same mistakes.

Xiao Han grasped Li Zhi's hand and said with a smile, "I also asked the hidden guards to stall for time. Meng Jianyu won't be able to come back before we finish the autopsy."

Li Zhi withdrew his hand.It was too late to drive Xiao Han back now, so he could only give Xiao Han a warning look, without asking what method he used to get in from the encirclement outside, and looked at the coffin.

Xiao Han knew that he was doing something serious, so he got serious and walked towards the unclosed coffin.Li Zhi's eyebrows twitched, and he grabbed Xiao Han's arm.

The latter was confused, Li Zhi only said: "I'll come!"

Xiao Han spread his hands out of the way, Li Zhi dragged him back a few steps, took two steps forward, stopped moving forward, looked around for a while, then looked up at the beams, seemingly aimless, but his eyes were very focused .

Xiao Han was about to ask him what he was doing, when he saw Li Zhi flipped his wrist, and a few small stones were added to his fingertips. He seemed to have found his way, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he hit the stones in his hand back and forth towards several beams.

There were a few light clicks, almost drowned out by the wild wind outside the door.

Xiao Han saw several silk threads criss-crossing around the coffin gradually appearing, he opened his eyes slightly, unable to conceal the astonishment in his eyes, followed those silk threads to find the crossbeams in four directions, because the light in the mourning hall was dim, he just See a blurry black shadow above.

Before Xiao Han guessed what it was, Li Zhi had already bent over the silk thread and walked towards the coffin.

Xiao Han hurriedly followed, and asked in a low voice, "How did Zhizhi know that there is a mechanism here?"

Li Zhi said in a calm tone, "Why do you think Meng Wanwan kneels so far away?"

Xiao Han's face was clear, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at Meng Wanwan, who was leaning against the door panel and sleeping.

"It's another mechanism." Xiao Han couldn't help complaining, "When I jumped over the wall and came in, I also saw the Jiuhua Mountain disciples guarding in the dark under the back courtyard wall."

Li Zhi wanted to ask Xiao Han how he got in, but he didn't ask, because everyone came in anyway.He walked to the black coffin, which was half a person's height, and looked down at the miserable green corpse lying quietly inside.

Even though the temperature and humidity in the mourning hall were kept as cool as possible, it could not stop the corpses that had been dead for seven days from decomposing, and the strong incense candles could not completely cover up the subtle rancid smell.

Meng Yang had already put on a clean shroud, and was lying quietly in the coffin.He was in his fifties, with a square face and a beard on his lips. When he was alive, his eyes were bright and full of energy, and he was handsome when he was young. Only a few days after his death, ugly corpse spots appeared on his face, and his skin color Gray and gray, with shriveled cheeks.

Xiao Han covered his mouth and nose, but Li Zhi was as calm as before, and put his hand into the coffin.

Xiao Han's eyes widened, feeling horrible.

Pulling off the shroud in twos and threes, the dark and ferocious bloody mouth on the chest of the corpse was exposed.

The lights were too dim, so Li Zhi picked up the candlestick in front of the incense table and held it close to the coffin to observe carefully.

Xiao Han knew that Li Zhi was conducting an autopsy, but he really couldn't stand it, so he turned his back.After a while, Li Zhi stood up straight with a dignified expression.

Xiao Han turned around, "How is it?"

"The sword piercing the heart was indeed a fatal wound, and it was indeed caused by the Jiujin sword, but there were no other wounds." Li Zhi couldn't figure it out, "Based on the traces of the wound, he should have been wounded from the front."

Xiao Han was puzzled, "Head on, one fatal blow?"

Li Zhi felt that this was weird, "Meng Yang showed no signs of resistance, did he die voluntarily?"

Xiao Han said with a smile: "No one would want to die if they are good, especially Meng Yang, who has a lot of reputation and controls one of the six sects."

Li Zhi didn't speak, suddenly raised two fingers of his right hand together, using his hands as a sword, and directly attacked Xiao Han's front, his fingertips carried sharp inner strength, as fast as lightning.

Xiao Han subconsciously backed away, staggered, with a surprised expression, "Zhizhi?"

Li Zhi didn't feel guilty, looked at his hand and murmured: "Even if I catch you by surprise, you can still avoid it. Then Meng Yang, why didn't he avoid it? He didn't have any reason to die voluntarily."

Only then did Xiao Han know that Li Zhi was using him as a test, and he was a little aggrieved, "Why didn't you remind me."

Li Zhi raised his eyes to look at him, and said confidently: "If you remind me, it won't be a surprise."

Xiao Han recalled that when Li Zhi's blow came just now, he definitely brought internal strength. If he didn't dodge, and Li Zhi couldn't retract and release freely, he would be miserable.Xiao Han's complexion changed almost invisibly, and he walked back to Li Zhi's side, rubbed his chin and pondered, "There may be two. First, Meng Yang was unconscious, maybe he was assassinated in a dream."

Li Zhi looked at Xiao Han with the same probing eyes just now.Xiao Han was shocked, "You don't mean to try again after I fall asleep tonight, do you?"

Li Zhi was noncommittal, and only said: "No, unless Meng Yang fell asleep and lost consciousness, otherwise there would be no trace of resistance."

Xiao Han was worried, he was on guard against Li Zhi and said: "Maybe he was drugged."

Li Zhi still denied it, "I checked his throat, and there was no sign of poisoning. Even if he was drugged, there would be some traces on his body."

Xiao Han said, "Then there is another possibility—someone cleaned up the scene."

Li Zhi seemed to feel that there was some truth and did not refute it.

"Who could it be?" Xiao Han himself thought it might be a big possibility, "But I heard that when Meng Yang's accident happened, his daughter and the eldest disciple were present, so what reason do they have to clean up the scene for the murderer?"

Xiao Han sighed: "We have suffered from being late. If we had been at the scene when Meng Yang's accident happened, we would definitely be able to find more clues left by the murderer."

But time will not start over.

Li Zhi didn't speak.

Xiao Han probed into the coffin, and with just one glance, he immediately shrank back like a fire, and persuaded: "Zhizhi, Master Meng died so badly, don't harm him, help him put on his clothes quickly. Bar."

Li Zhi squinted at Xiao Han, put the candlestick into his hand, and really straightened Meng Yang's shroud.Previously, for the autopsy, the shroud was almost removed, and it was not a small project to put it back on again.

Xiao Han didn't dare to look around, but only stared at Meng Wanwan in front of the door, for fear that she would wake up suddenly.

After waiting for a while, Li Zhi hadn't finished it yet, Xiao Han glanced at it, and urged: "Zhizhi hurry up, Meng Jianyu is not easy to lie to, maybe he will be back soon."

"Understood." Li Zhi was a little irritable, if he had the ability to remind him, if he had the ability to help.He held his breath, squeezed Meng Yang's hand and put it back on his lower abdomen.

Because his hand was raised high, Meng Yang's wide sleeves slipped down, and Li Zhi suddenly stopped.

On Meng Yang's wrist, there was an almost vertical crimson blood line not much thicker than a hair among the criss-crossed bruising veins.

Meng Yang's complexion was fair, especially after death, it turned pale, and his blood veins became very clear. The blue and purple veins had nowhere to hide under the dead white to translucent dry skin, which was hideous and terrifying.

Li Zhi looked at it for a long time, until Xiao Han noticed something was wrong, "Why is it still not healed?"

Li Zhi snatched back the candlestick from Xiao Han's hand, grabbed Meng Yang's wrist and took a closer look.

Xiao Han was a bit obsessed with cleanliness, seeing this scene, he just felt chills.He looked at Li Zhi with strange eyes, "Zhizhi, you can't do this, this is offending the dead and disrespectful to the dead."

Li Zhi ignored him, and Xiao Han persuaded him again: "I didn't know that Zhizhi still had such a habit, what's so interesting about a dead person? How can a living person be interesting, Zhizhi, you are indecent."

Li Zhi suddenly lost his mood, let go of Meng Yang's hand and stood up straight.Because he was holding a candlestick in his arms, the faint candlelight hit his face, and his pale face looked a little strange in the dark mourning hall.

Xiao Han unconsciously had goosebumps on his hands, "Zhizhi, you, what are you doing?"

Li Zhi didn't mean to scare him, or he didn't.He stared at Xiao Han expressionlessly, until he saw the hairs on his back, when his slightly cool hand held Xiao Han's wrist, Xiao Han's body trembled.

"Zhizhi?"

Li Zhi firmly grabbed Xiao Han's hand, and then pressed him to face the coffin.He stood behind Xiao Han, almost embracing Xiao Han, and brought Xiao Han's hand to touch Meng Yang's abdomen.

Xiao Han's body was too stiff, and he even wanted to yell, his voice was trembling when he spoke.

"Zhizhi, what are you going to do?"

Li Zhixu leaned on Xiao Han's shoulder, and when he spoke, his breath hit Xiao Han's face, it was warm, and gave Xiao Han a little comfort, but the next moment he said darkly: "How do you feel about molesting Meng Yang?"

"...!"

Xiao Han didn't want to feel it at all, but Li Zhi had already pressed his hand to Meng Yang's abdomen.Xiao Han knew that his hand was a rotting corpse, he suddenly wanted to vomit, but after a moment of nausea, he felt something strange, the corpse under his palm was actually moving!

Xiao Han widened his eyes and subconsciously turned around.

Seeing him stunned, Li Zhi let go of his hand in satisfaction, and asked him, "Did you feel it?"

"It's moving..." Xiao Han quickly withdrew his hand, but because he touched the corpse, he always felt that his hands were dirty, and he couldn't help but dislike his hands.At the same time, he was also very confused. Meng Yang was obviously dead.Could it be... Xiao Han couldn't believe it: "Yes, ghost baby?"

The corners of Li Zhi's mouth twitched, and he looked at Meng Yang in the coffin with some sympathy, "A big man was framed for having a ghost baby after his tragic death. Meng Yang heard that, maybe he will be pissed off by you."

"Farewell." Xiao Han was very scared, "Let's go quickly, Zhizhi..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Because Xiao Han heard the sound of cloth rubbing behind his ears, his heart was a little fragile at the moment, especially when he found that Li Zhi was looking behind him, his eyes widened, as if something happened behind him.

Xiao Han swallowed his throat, summoned up his courage, twisted his neck slowly and with difficulty, and by coincidence, he opened his bloodshot eyes just in front of the two of them——Meng Yang sat up in the coffin!

"Zhizhi!"

Xiao Han collapsed, let out a low cry, and at the same time jumped onto Li Zhi's body incredibly fast, locking Li Zhi tightly with both hands and feet.Li Zhi nearly fell down, but fortunately he helped the coffin to stand still in time.

Xiao Han buried his face on Li Zhi's shoulder, not caring at all how embarrassing he was on Li Zhi's body at the moment, he didn't dare to get off the ground or raise his head, his voice sounded like he was about to cry, "Zhizhi, you're a corpse! !"

Li Zhi's legs were also trembling, and he felt as if a mountain was on his body.

dead.

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