Cloud God is not God

Jing Heng made a brief introduction, and the governor, Mr. Zhao, led everyone into the government office.

Wuyong and his party came to the dark cabinet where the case files were stored, and this was the first time Wuyong had come to these places.

"Originally, ordinary people were not allowed to enter this place, but His Royal Highness King Rui ordered that the files of those who died a while ago and the situation of those who disappeared are all here. There are too many files. So I need a few people to check slowly. What's the situation?" Order at any time." Zhao Daren pointed to a pile of files and said respectfully to several people.

Wu Yong looked along the place Master Zhao pointed out, and the files really piled up like a hill...

Wuyong: "This..."

Mr. Zhao smiled awkwardly when he saw everyone's expressions.

"I'll send a helper later. Please check it out slowly."

Qi Jingheng walked towards the pile of files first, put the sword aside, and began to look seriously.

Feng Leong got a headache when he saw a lot of these files. He never liked to read these things, so he found a comfortable place, lay down, yawned, and fell asleep.

Lie Que at the side seemed to be more interested in other files, and ran to look through other files.

Helpless, Wu Yong had no choice but to join the ranks of checking the files.

Yun Zhongjun is also considerate. At some point, he was holding a tray in his hand with tea and snacks on it...

After half an hour like this, Qi Jingheng put down the file in his hand.Looking up, he saw a boy walking in.

The man glanced at him, then at the people in front of him.

"The files over there are from the early days of the founding of the country, hundreds of years ago." The young man's cold voice came.

Lie Que looked around and pointed to himself.

"Are you talking to me?"

The boy was silent.

"These are precious dossiers, don't water them at will..." The boy hadn't spoken yet.

Wu Yong was fascinated by this, and suddenly seemed to have discovered something, and overturned the water that Yun Zhongjun handed over on the file.

"I found it!"

"Uh, sorry..."

At this time, the boy's face was as cold as ice, he quickly grabbed the file that was wet by Wuyong, and wiped it with his sleeve.

Yun Zhongjun looked at Wuyong with a doting face.

"This, who is this?" Wu Yong saw that the young man seemed to be particularly concerned about these files.

The boy stopped wiping, and said coldly:

"Collecting History"

Wu Yong was stunned, why is this child so strange, he looks about the same age as Jing Heng, only in his teens, Jing Heng is sometimes a little youthful, but this child doesn't seem to feel a trace of popularity, Even less cute than Xiaoyun Zhongjun back then...

Wuyong stretched out his hand and touched the head of the child in front of him.

"I'm asking about your name. You're like an old man at such a young age."

At this moment, the young man was stunned, and opened his eyes wide to look at the person in front of him.

Seeing him like that, Wu Yong withdrew his hand.I felt that there was a line of sight behind me staring at me closely.

Yun Zhongjun came out from behind him, stood beside him and looked down at the person in front of him.

The boy suddenly felt stared at by a powerful coercion, and his legs trembled for some reason.

"Ask your name." Yun Zhongjun's voice came coldly.

Only then did the boy in black spit out two words.

"Double Success"

Wu Yong saw that the child was handsome and not tall.Look at Yun Zhongjun like that, don't scare the child.

Wu Yong tugged on Yun Zhongjun's sleeve.

"Fengxi?"

"Hmph, Ayong, what did you say you found?"

Yun Zhongjun pulled Wu Yong back to the position just now, and the boy also found a place to sit down, but his eyes still stared at Wu Yong from time to time.

Yun Zhongjun: ...

At this moment, Jing Heng also put down the file in his hand, and sat beside Yun Zhongjun.Describe the few similarities he found.

Yun Zhongjun nodded in satisfaction.

At this time, the boy's icy voice sounded: "These dead people are different in age, gender, status, and method of death, but there is one thing in common. They were all happy when they died."

Shuangcheng said it coldly, as if he was talking about a very common thing.

Several people were dumbfounded: "Huh? Happiness?"

"I have seen their corpses, they are all peaceful, without any signs of struggle." Shuangcheng said lightly.

Jing Heng looked at the boy who was about his age in front of him, his cold tone...

"Master, I'm afraid there is only sorcery that can make people die happily." Qi Jingheng respectfully said to Yun Zhongjun.

Yun Zhongjun nodded. "Go to the morgue."

At this moment, Lie Que took two files, stuffed them into Wu Yong's arms, and blinked at him.

"good stuff."

Wu Yong looked puzzled.

At this time, under the leadership of Shuang Cheng, several people arrived at the morgue. Before entering, they found that there was a lot of evil here.

Wuyong opened the Qiankun Umbrella, the Qiankun Umbrella is the most suitable for suppressing evil spirits.

Wuyong held an umbrella and walked in side by side with Mr. Yunzhong. Shuangcheng looked at the back of the man in red with the black umbrella in front of him, unable to recover for a long time.

Suddenly a face appeared in front of Shuangcheng, and Jing Heng stared at Shuangcheng.

"Which family do you belong to? Why have I never seen you before." He has seen all the sons of aristocratic families who are a little bit famous in the capital, but he has never seen someone as polite as Shuangcheng.

Shuangcheng glanced at Jing Heng, as if looking at a dead person...

Jing Heng: ...

Wuyong and Yun Zhongjun stood under the umbrella, except for the place where the umbrella was opened, everything else was eroded by evil spirits.Wuyong glanced at Shuangcheng who was following closely behind, but this child seemed to be integrated with the evil spirit and was not corroded.

Wu Yong: "These corpses..."

Later, Jing Heng looked at the corpse in front of him, lifelike.Just like being alive.

"Why do these corpses look like this?" Jing Heng had never seen such a well-preserved corpse.

"It's the flower of the other shore." At this time, Lie Que who came after him said with another file in his hand.

Seeing Wuyong and Jin Heng looking at him blankly, Lie Que said in a good mood: "The Bianhua flower is the flower on the road leading to Huangquan. This flower is very beautiful, but it has a dead air. I didn't expect it to be so beautiful. Bodies can be preserved."

"There's still Qilin Jie." Yun Zhongjun said as he saw the reddish fingertips of these people.

Wu Yong looked at those corpses in surprise, their bodies were indeed soft and natural at the moment, their faces were extremely relaxed, and the corners of their mouths were curved, as if they were smiling.

Yun Zhongjun picked up the Qiankun Umbrella and waved it at the corpses. The Qiankun Umbrella immediately spun rapidly. Wherever the air flow went, the faces of those corpses changed. They all shed blood and tears, but they still had smiles on them. The son looked extremely eerie.

Yun Zhongjun took back the Qiankun Umbrella.

"It is indeed a monster."

Wuyong looked at the dozens of corpses in the room, all of which turned into bloody and tearful faces, feeling terrified in his heart.

"Ayong, you haven't said what you found just now." Yun Zhongjun asked again.

Wuyong was a little speechless at this moment, why is this person so serious.In fact, what he wanted to say was said by those two boys, so he couldn't say it again, it would be too embarrassing.

At this moment, Wu Yong glanced at the traces on the hands of those corpses, which seemed to be an arc-shaped bloodstain.

"Fengxi, I found that those people seemed to be holding something curved in their hands, what do you think it could be?" Wuyong said angrily what he had just discovered.

At this time, Shuangcheng turned over the palms of the corpses. He did not see them when he checked before. Could it be a monster?

Shuangcheng muttered to himself: "There are really monsters in this world?"

The few people on the side were silent...

At this time, there was another noise outside the door.

"I've said it all, let Pindao take a look and you'll know who the murderer is."

When Wu Yong heard it, the voice seemed somewhat familiar.

As soon as the words finished, a person came in, it was Wu Yazi!

But at this moment, Wu Yazi was not as down-and-out and sloppy as before. Instead, he was dressed in a Taoist uniform, with a dust whisk on his wrists, and he looked a bit fairy-like, but his way of speaking remained unchanged.