Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

When the fiery serpent goes out, it is reluctant.

But it was still forcibly suppressed, and turned into a wisp of black smoke, floating out from under Cheng Yuzhi's thumb.

Floating in front of Cheng Yuzhi's eyes, he squinted his eyes and blew it away.

A Si stiffened, he raised his hands and was held by Cheng Yuzhi.

He didn't hold it tightly, but he suddenly felt the warmth from his palm besides the scalding fire snake.

The ten fingers that had turned into white bones lost consciousness and hung limply.

His body swayed, he fell forward, and was caught by Cheng Yuzhi.

At this time, the disciples of Law Enforcement Hall poured in, filling the whole room to the brim.

It didn't take much time, the originally silent room was occupied by noisy voices, Zhongzhang disciples yelled not to move the corpse, and waited for special people to come.

And people over there, don't move the bed!

As for Ah Si's senior brother, he took over the unconscious black-haired disciple from Cheng Yunzhi's arm, and carefully placed him flat on the ground.

Carefully, I reached out to check his breath.

Cheng Yunzhi put down his hands, and the long sleeves of Xueqing's robe fell down.

The tone was relaxed: "Everyone, please do me a favor. Let's treat the kid's hand. Look at him, the bones are exposed."

The crowd's hesitant eyes shifted, and there was another commotion, and exclamations sounded.

"Holy shit the bones are burning!"

"The secret method of the sect, he used it like this?!"

"It's true that you are not afraid of death," someone said through gritted teeth, "Totally disregarding the consequences!"

While waiting for people to come, Cheng Yunzhi watched them arrange Liu Jierong, then left the room without a word, and walked slowly towards the other end of the corridor.

Someone shouted hesitantly behind him: "Fellow Daoist, fellow Daoist?"

Cheng Yuzhi turned around: "Is there something wrong?"

"This,"

The man didn't know why, but he wanted to stop the handsome young man who had saved their junior brother's life, "Would you like to come in for some tea?"

Cheng Yunzhi shook his head in thanks, leaving him with a thin back with black hair like clouds.

Passing by a pool of water, Cheng Yunzhi squatted down and pressed his whole hand into the water.

The cold water awakened his thoughts, and the young man yawned lazily, propping his chin with one hand, and swiping back and forth in the water with the other hand.

When he retracted it, he looked down at his thumb with an inexplicable expression.

——It was pitch black, the color of being burned by fire, but he rubbed his thumb and index finger together as if he didn't feel pain.

It is a pity to find that the color cannot be rubbed off.

Cheng Yunzhi said in his heart: "If Ah Yan sees this, he will not get angry."

But, who knows, let him be.

When Gu Yan came back, this injury would have healed long ago, and there would be no trace left.

Not intending to spend more time here, he returned to the house, surrounded by a group of people, and asked repeatedly: "Fellow Daoist! How did you put out the fire?"

"Fellow Daoist! I have a question, I hope you can answer it!"

"Daoist friend! Daoist friend!"

This large group of "dao friends" really made people dizzy.

Cheng Yunzhi was so dizzy that he almost couldn't hold back the smile on his face, only his mind was buzzing.

The east side is gone, and the west side is gone, and there is a disciple of the law enforcement hall looking at him upright: "Fellow Taoist, if you do good deeds, Zhongzhang has a special reward."

Cheng Yuzhi put a fake smile on him: "Thank you, thank you, please let me go, let me go."

He is also an "accomplice of counterfeit drug dealers", how can this be regarded as a good person and a good deed?

This time, he finally squeezed through the crowd and arrived at the bed.

It happened that someone wanted to carry the corpse, but he stopped him.

The brothers who were carrying it were frightened and let go of them suddenly: "Why, what's the matter?"

Cheng Yuzhi took a deep breath and said with a smile: "The autopsy has not come yet, why are you planning to carry him away?"

"This..." They looked at each other and explained, "You see, there are so many people in the room, and the light is a bit dim. No, it feels inconvenient, so we plan to move to an open space outside."

Cheng Yuzhi suddenly realized: "Oh."

Suddenly, he took a step forward, put his right hand on the shoulder of the fellow Taoist on the bed, and turned him over.

"Hey—" Someone wanted to hold him back, but was stopped.

Cheng Yunzhi caught his pulse, checked quickly, and found that the person's spiritual veins did indeed have signs of being blocked.

Moreover, the meridian was broken at a key point, and the spiritual power was out of control, causing a tragedy.

He pondered: Did he really die from taking fake medicine?

When it was over, Cheng Yunzhi looked at Liu Jierong, and thought: If Liu Jierong is arrested, then he himself does not know whether he will go to jail along with him...

There was a commotion outside the door, and a few people dressed as Dr. Zhong Zhangzong stepped in, carrying a toolbox, and shouted: "Where is there!"

Cheng Yunzhi turned sideways at the right time, giving people enough space.

He stood beside him, taking the time to tell his discovery: "I checked his spiritual veins, and found that he may have been blocked by innate spiritual power and died..."

However, after hearing what he said, the other party hummed twice.

Then he threw the box on the ground, and directly picked off the clothes of the corpse with his hands, as if he had done it thousands of times.

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

The expressions of the two disciples did not change, one was on top and the other was on the bottom, checking from head to toe, not letting any traces go.

It didn't take long before he cried out and pointed in surprise, "It's a trauma!"

This was beyond Cheng Yunzhi's expectation.

Following the angle of the human finger, he observed carefully, and his expression changed.

Sure enough, at the heart of the naked chest of the corpse, there was a thin, small round hole, with the flesh slightly turned outward.

There is no coagulated blood, and the area around the hole is clean, as if it has been finely wiped away by something.

The two disciples were full of doubts, and they went up to study.

One said: "Why is there no blood?"

The other scratched his head: "Could it be that the murderer killed someone and left after wiping him clean?"

One rolled his eyes: "Isn't this too busy?"

No clue, had to guess out of thin air.

Their discovery was heard by the masses behind them, and immediately spread, triggering a discussion.

But at the very least, the two of them brought a key message.

He didn't die from taking fake medicine, but was murdered.

Jia Da, the steward sent by the Law Enforcement Hall, originally planned to block the street, but was defeated by the crowd's protest.

After all, everyone is here to participate in the Fairy Gate Club. If you are locked here, how can you compete?

Standing by the bedside, Cheng Yuzhi suggested to Jia Da: "During the entire Fairy Gate Society, there were no foreign ships, and no one could break through the Zhongzhang Clan's sea barrier."

Jia Da was thoughtful: "You mean, the murderer can't escape?"

Seeing that he understood, Cheng Yuzhi was quite relieved: "Yes."

In the end, Jia Da pondered for a moment, dispersed the crowd, and planned to start asking questions from Ah Si's seniors.

After all, they are the closest people to the dead.

Cheng Yuzhi was not interested in listening to Che Zhulu's words when he came back.

However, someone's words caught his attention: "When I passed by, I seemed to hear someone walking, and I thought the brother had woken up. But when I opened the door, the brother was still lying on the bed."

……

Cheng Yuzhi went back to the inn sleepily, lay down on the bed, had a headache and leg aches, felt that today was really unlucky—it was not advisable to go out.

What's more, the house was empty, and his husband went out again, and he didn't know when he would come back.

Cheng Yunzhi leaned against the head of the bed, bored, just about to take out the scripture book from his arms to write a few strokes, when he suddenly paused.

Wait, since Zhongzhang has set up an enchantment on the sea area, ordinary Taoist cultivators cannot enter and leave at will... Then what kind of surprise is Gu Yan's "surprise"?

Did he catch seafood from the sea? !

Cheng Yunzhi pondered for a moment, and decided that if the surprise was not "happy" enough, he would automatically roll to the next room to sleep.

Zitao poked his head at the door, showing a small head: "Mr. Cheng?"

Beitz followed him and probed his head.

Cheng Yuzhi smiled and waved, seeing Zitao walking in cautiously, he looked left and right: "Master... hiss, where is Mr. Gu?"

It looked like a mouse asking where the cat went.

Cheng Yuzhi: "I don't know, Ah Yan went out by himself, and I didn't see him when I came back."

Zitao paused, and countless short stories flashed through his mind.

Thinking about it later, Jie'a Xianjun should just join up with Xuantianzong to deal with some situations.

... It's not the weird plots such as "a heartless man" and "abandoning his wife and son" in his mind.

Senior brother Xuantianzong coughed awkwardly, and said seriously: "What happened just now?"

Cheng Yunzhi told him what he had seen and heard, seeing Zi Tao frowned.

Zitao said: "I'm afraid it's not that simple. When it's not good to kill, it's time to kill; and it's not good to kill anyone, but to kill a Taoist who is unconscious in the room."

"It's kind of weird."

Cheng Yuzhi thought for a while, and said sincerely: "Maybe it's a bit of a bad idea, and it can only be used to make people unconscious."

Zitao: "..."

After he finished speaking, he was a little thirsty and went to pour a cup of tea.

Suddenly, Bai Ci stared at his hand and asked, "What happened to your hand?"

Zitao: "Huh?"

Sensitively, he leaned over and looked at Cheng Yuzhi's hand. The young man couldn't laugh or cry, and subconsciously hid his hand behind the teacup, but he was still stared at.

He said nonsense in a serious manner: "It was accidentally scratched on the road. There is no major problem. It will be fine in two days."

On the other side, Zitao had already started to dig out his Qiankun ring, trying to find the wound medicine from it.

He raised his face seriously: "Fart! What can be scratched like this, it must have been burned! Why, see a dead body and put it in the fire?"

Cheng Yuzhi said with a guilty conscience: "Sometimes, when disasters happen, no one knows."

Senior Brother Xuantianzong was gearing up, ready to forcibly administer medicine to him.

Cheng Yunzhi seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, and tried hard to persuade him: "In two days, once the spiritual power circulates, I will recover, and there is no need for wound medicine."

Zitao looked at him and said, "Then Daoist Gu came back, what should he do if he sees it?"

Cheng Yun was speechless: "This..."

Bai Ci smoothed things over with a smile: "Brother Zitao, let Cheng Daoyou take the medicine by himself, it's also convenient to do it with your own fingers."

Being persuaded like this, Zitao reluctantly accepted.

He put the top-grade wound medicine on the table, and said: "Remember to use it! So, who burned you like this?"

Just as he was talking, a small whirlwind blew in from outside.

A Si rushed into the door, whipped up a gust of wind, and went straight towards Cheng Yuzhi in a daze.He looked aggrieved and did not cry, his eyes were red, and he bit his lip stubbornly, not letting his emotions out.

Cheng Yun subconsciously opened his hand, and was embraced by the young fellow Daoist.

He patted Ah Si on the back, and found that the height of the little fellow Taoist was only up to his chin.

Can't help but pity; "Have you seen your elder brother for the last time?"

Ah Si buried his face in his arms and didn't speak. Obviously, not long after he woke up, he voluntarily or forcedly met his last relatives and stared at his elder brother's pale face.

Even though he was surrounded by many senior brothers, he still remembered the handsome young man who extinguished the spiritual fire with his own hands.

So he rushed over like crazy, wanting to see him again.

Cheng Yunzhi took his hand and sighed.

Sure enough, the originally good hand was burned into a few moving bones by the spirit fire, which looked really infiltrating.

"Are you worried about me?" he asked sullenly.

Cheng Yuzhi said gently: "It's a very painful secret technique, it's hard for you to succeed."

A Si stared at his hands, and murmured: "At least, I have the ability to protect myself. Mysterious spirit fire can't burn my bones...I must catch the murderer and avenge my elder brother!"

He raised his head suddenly: "How is your hand?"

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It’s been so quiet lately... Is there any little angel who sprinkles flowers and presses the paw to punch the card? orz