Cloud God is not God

The adult next to him laughed "hehe" and said, "This young master is a bit weak, why don't you go to the backyard to rest."

Now Qi Jingheng rolled his eyes again, is he weak and weak?That was when he was not seen wielding his whip.

"Master Zhang, what did you find after looking at these corpses?"

Jun Yunzhong's voice sounded like a deep pool, but it was a bit childish.

This immature face coupled with a serious expression made Fei Wuyong look dazed for a while, why didn't he realize before that this person is actually really good-looking.

Fei Wuyong calmed down, walked to the front and carefully observed the corpses. Although these people were all smiling, their bodies were in a state of sluggishness, and there were some black ink stains on their fingers.

"My lord, can I ask the family members of the deceased about the specific circumstances of the deceased?" Fei Wuyong said with a salute to Mr. Zhang.

"The family members are all in the backyard. If you want to ask questions, please do it yourself." Mr. Zhang hurriedly went to Fu Fei Wuyong and said.

Before Master Zhang touched him, Fei Wuyong got up and walked to the backyard.

Master Zhang withdrew his hand in a little embarrassment. "This young man is so handsome, I don't know where he is from."

As soon as these words came out, there were two cold lights.

Mr. Zhang turned around and saw that this young master should not be him at such a young age, nor could he be Prince Qi.Touching his head, thinking that there is a corpse here, he dare not mention anything else.

Turning around the corpse, it was indeed the same as the previous ones. "They all have smiles on their faces, no wounds on their bodies, and no sign of poisoning! Another strange death. This has already happened at 21. How can this be like the prefect's confession."

Yun Zhongjun: "Jing Heng, tell me."

Qi Jingheng saluted Yun Zhongjun.

"Master, I see these people, there are men and women, they are all young, their fingers are clean, there are no calluses, their bodies are slender, and they are well-dressed. They must be from wealthy families. Look at their faces, although they are smiling, But his eyes are dark, his lips are dry, and his face is thin. He must have eaten poorly and slept poorly before he died. As for how he died, this disciple does not know."

After Qi Jingheng finished speaking, he saluted Yun Zhongjun again.

Yun Zhongjun nodded, as if he was very satisfied with the result of this observation.

This is Fei Wuyong striding forward, holding two copies of "Jing Hua Ji" in his hand, and raised his eyebrows at Yun Zhongjun.

Fei Wuyong: "How about it, Mr. Yun Zhong, have you found anything?"

Yun Zhongjun ignored him.

Fei Wuyong leaned in front of Yun Zhongjun, put two books into Yun Zhongjun's hands, and looked around the corpses.

"I asked a few family members just now, and they all have a common sign. They all love to read this book. They read it when they eat and take it out before going to bed. Not sleeping, walking around. Going to the back, often facing an empty space. Either giggling, or terrified. That's it in the end!"

After Fei Wuyong finished speaking, he pointed at the corpses.

"This, this seems to be possessed by an evil spirit." Mr. Zhang continued.

Fei Wuyong: "That's exactly the case. The family members of these people thought they had read this book and they all said it was a ghost book to cause trouble."

"Ghost Book~"

Qi Jingheng said repeatedly, as if thinking of the female ghost in white, his face turned pale.

He said nervously, "Could it be her."

"No." Yun Zhongjun said.

"Mr. Yunzhong, look at the difference between these two books. One is the one I just had, and the other is the one I borrowed from the lady in the backyard of the yamen." Fei Wuyong's face changed when he said this. It was hot for a while.

But his face was too dark to tell.

"Cough cough cough. Why did Mr. Yun decide that it wasn't a ghost?" Master Zhang asked quickly.

Qi Jingheng: "My master said no, so it's not."

At this time, a yamen servant came to report that a man dressed as a Taoist priest said he could catch the murderer.

Master Zhang looked at Qi Jingheng, and Qi Jingheng looked at Yun Zhongjun.Yun Zhongjun did not speak.

But Fei Wuyong is a little interested in this person.

"Oh, then we need to see who is capable of this." Feiwuyong said lazily.

Mr. Zhang saw that the two had no objection, so he ordered the Taoist priest to be brought in.

As soon as the Taoist entered the door, he stared at several people, stepped forward, and circled around Yun Zhongjun and Fei Wuyong.

"Tut tut" two words.

Qi Jingheng had never seen such a powerless and crazy Taoist priest.

I saw that the Taoist priest was six and a half feet tall and in his sixtieth year.The crooked hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin.Wearing a tattered Taoist uniform, with a gourd hanging from his waist and a string of copper bells, and a sword on his back, wrapped in cloth, it was also tattered, "Where did the crazy Taoist come from!" Qi Jingheng was displeased. Said.

The Taoist didn't even look at Qi Jingheng.

Turned around Yun Zhongjun again.

"Tsk tsk, this kid has a lot of background! When the moon is full,

At the moment of darkness, the magic power is lost.Don't go out at night. "

The lunatic Taoist jumped next to Fei Wuyong again, reaching out his hand to touch the golden crow on his waist, but withdrew his hand as if he was jealous of something.

"Tsk tsk, this kid is not far from death, it's a pity for this good thing."

As soon as these words came out, Yun Zhongjun frowned.

Fei Wuyong laughed haha.

"Hey, old man with a nose, when I was young, the fortune teller said that I would live to 99."

The Taoist was not annoyed, "The person who told you the fortune must have died long ago."

After speaking, he walked towards those corpses, looked around, picked up his finger and smelled it, and suddenly he pointed his finger at the chest of a male corpse, and the corpse opened its mouth.The Taoist pulled a talisman and stuffed it into the mouth of the angry corpse, pulled it out, and ignited a red flame.

"It's not a ghost, but this smell, hehe."

The old Taoist searched for the taste, and took out one of the two books in Yun Zhongjun's hand.

"It's exactly the same as this one."

After finishing speaking, he threw the book at Fei Wuyong.

"Hey, boy, you also have this smell in your body."

He grabbed Fei Wuyong's finger and smelled it again, and Wuyong was so frightened that he hid behind Yun Zhongjun.

"You brat, what are you afraid of? It's useless for you to hide behind that kid. He can't even beat that kid now." After finishing speaking, he pointed to Qi Jingheng and said.

Qi Jingheng quickly swung his sword and stood in front of Yun Zhongjun.

The Taoist grabbed Qi Jingheng's sword again and looked at it: "You are the descendant of the Qi family? Hehe, interesting."

Mr. Zhang next to him was in a daze, and it was not easy to drive him out.

"Master, do you know who the murderer is?"

"It's easy to say, easy to say, two jars of 15-year-old wine, five catties of braised beef. By the way, feed me some tender grass for the green cow at the door."

The old Taoist picked his ears and said.

Everyone saw that this sloppy crazy monk was lying on the long chair beside him and fell asleep.

Just as Qi Jingheng was about to speak, Yun Zhongjun waved his hand.

Going forward to the Taoist priest, he made a big salute, and said respectfully: "Dare to ask senior's name, which fairy mansion he lives in now."

The Taoist opened his eyes: "You are quite polite, Longhushan, Wu Yazi."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, and after a while he even started snoring.

Yun Zhongjun turned around, grabbed Fei Wuyong's wrist, and put it on the pulse door.Frowning tightly, he took out a bottle from his arms, poured out a pill, pulled off Fei Wuyong's head, and stuffed it into Fei Wuyong's mouth.

"Mr. Yunzhong, what did you give me to eat?" Fei Wuyong felt a little disgusted eating in front of so many dead bodies.

"I can't die." Yun Zhongjun left such a sentence and walked out.

Qi Jingheng hurriedly followed, Fei Wuyong looked at the corpse behind him, and also hurriedly followed.

Fei Wuyong chased after Yun Zhongjun, put his hand on his shoulder, and said, "What are you going to do now?"

Yun Zhongjun turned sideways, avoiding Fei Wuyong's hand.

"Buy wine!"

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Otherwise, hold your hand and let the old Taoist smell it~

Wu Yazi stretched out his hand: "Do you want some candy~"