When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

"Brother Zijun, the servants in our underworld are all fake, this is the real ghost." Seeing the tension in the atmosphere, Hua Tian wanted to ease it up, and also wanted to listen to Lan Zijun's words to raise his courage.

"It's not a ghost, it's not a demon, it's a person." Lan Zijun pulled the already stiff Huatian to check, if he waited for this person to come to them, it would be dark.

"Who are you?" Huatian shouted, emboldened.

This person had a hoarse voice, his strength was weak: "Are you Huatian?"

Hanada is confused, he recognizes himself?

Driven by curiosity, Huatian approached this person, wanting to see his face clearly, took a closer look, backed away in fright, squatted on the ground and retched, only half of this person's face was left, his face was completely destroyed and cut off That part was bloody and bloody, and because the wound hadn't been treated for a long time, it gave off a foul smell of decay.

"Brother Hua, I'm sorry to scare you." The man wanted to help Hua Tian up, but he couldn't squat down no matter what, and apologized repeatedly.

Seeing him struggling, Hua Tian stood up, determined not to approach him this time, and said, "Who are you? Why do you recognize me? How did you end up in such a miserable state?"

This person's head is not bright enough, he can't respond to Hua Tian's question, he only tells what he knows: "I am a young monk in the temple, my name is Prajna, and I am a senior brother of Jia Lan."

"Jalan? The dead one?" Hanada asked.

Prajna ignored it and continued: "I often hear Jialan mentioning you. Jialan said that you and Liu Yingying were childhood sweethearts and had a good relationship. Jialan often felt jealous of Liu Yingying because of you. Let's compete with you."

"What?" Huatian became emotional, he seemed to understand but didn't understand.

Lan Zijun patted Huatian on the shoulder, shook his head, and said, "Don't interrupt him, he doesn't have much time."

"Jalan and Yingying fell in love at first sight. Jialan said that he wanted to return to vulgarity for Yingying. On the day he was going to talk to the host, he quarreled with Yingying. He got angry and said that he would never see her again. It became a prophecy..." before finishing , Prajna is like a doll with a broken thread, suddenly fell to the ground, and life came to an abrupt end.

In the book of life and death, Lan Zijun added a touch to Prajna with ink.

Huatian stared blankly at Banruo's corpse, wondering how much pain he had suffered before he was alive to persist until now, and then came to Huatian and told Huatian that he was wearing a cuckold. Yingying already has someone else.

Lan Zijun seemed to be able to peek into Huatian's heart, and quietly said: "I am passionate."

Hua Tian dared not speak out, and shook his fist at Lan Zijun's back.

"The quarrel between Liu Yingying and Jia Lan is a real thing, it was definitely not created out of thin air, and Prajna also confirmed it..." Lan Zijun turned around and said.

Huatian's expression turned serious: "You're right. Why did Yingying quarrel with Jialan, and how did Banjna die? There are many doubts, and they are all not good for Yingying."

Hua Tian and Lan Zijun started to deal with Banruo's funeral while discussing the case.

After cultivating the last shovel of soil, Lan Zijun gave Huatian a choice: "Part of the truth is from Liu Yingying, and part of it is from the temple. You can choose one."

Huatian is in a dilemma, going to the temple will face unknown dangers, so let's go to Liu Yingying, but he can't speak.

"Go to the temple, let's go see Jialan's body." Huatian chose to go to the temple. He hasn't come out of the "broken love", so he will go to see Liu Yingying after a while.

The fog dissipated, the sky darkened, and the mournful mantras from the temple continued, causing the crows in the mountains to crow continuously.

Tonight is destined to be peaceful.

Lan Zijun drew a talisman and put it on Huatian and stuck it on his body. Huatian's body began to disappear from his feet and gradually merged with nature. Lan Zijun also made a talisman and stuck it on his body, and the two disappeared out of thin air .

"Brother Zijun, what kind of strange art are you doing?" Huatian shook his arm in amazement, the arm changed color according to the external environment, turned around again, the color changed again, it was no different from being invisible.

Lan Zijun yelled: "The strange arts are used by some low-grade Sanxians. I am an authentic Taoist art."

Hua Tian didn't think so, Lan Zijun was too particular about flamboyance and useless sects.

The two came to the mourning hall smoothly, the coffin stood in the center, no one was watching, and the two candles made a crackling sound.

"Brother Zijun, do you smell where the monster is?" Hua Tian asked worriedly while hiding behind Lan Zijun.

Lan Zijun walked around the coffin a few times, and lingered in front of the mourning hall a few times: "It's strange, I could smell a strong evil spirit outside the temple before, but today it's gone inside the temple."

"This temple is weird. We had an autopsy early on, so let's go." Hua Tian went to push the coffin lid.

The coffin was nailed several times. Hua Tian and Lan Zijun pushed the lid of the coffin with great effort, and a monk with a handsome face and good features appeared. His face was pale, and he was still wearing the bloody clothes before his death.

"This is their death? I think it's just throwing the corpse into the coffin and making a superficial form." Huatian forgot that Jialan was a rival in love, but it's a pity that his young skin was hastily sealed in the coffin.

Turning the corpse over, the blood around the wound has dried up, and the knife that pierced the skin has been removed. The knife mark is small and deep, piercing the chest bone from the back.

Hanada found a slender wooden stick and poked it in through the wound, only to see that all the drawn sticks were dyed red, and hadn't completely touched the end of the wound.

"What did you find?" Lan Zijun asked.

Huatian stretched out his hand to signal Lan Zijun to shut up, continued to examine the corpse, turned Jialan over, found his heart, pressed hard, and bright red blood spurted out from the wound on the back, splashing both of them.

"What are you doing?" Lan Zijun asked Huatian disgustedly as he wiped off the dirty blood with a handkerchief.

Hua Tian casually wiped the blood from his face, and said with a firm smile: "Jialan didn't kill Yingying."

Lan Zijun saw that Huatian was confident, and asked curiously, "Why do you say that?"

"Look." Hua Tian brought Lan Zijun to the corpse, pointed to the wound, and said, "Jalan's cause of death was a ruptured heart and excessive blood loss. The murderer pierced his heart through the shoulder blade from behind."

"Well, the cause of death has been clarified." Lan Zijun agreed.

"Yingying has been sick and weak since she was a child, and she has been nourished by soup all year round." Huatian continued to instruct, "Brother Zijun, if you stab someone to death from behind through the shoulder blade, will it be easy?"

"You mean that Liu Yingying doesn't have the ability to kill people." Lan Zijun understood Huatian's meaning, the knife pierced through the shoulder blade, like chopping wood, without great strength, it is impossible to kill with one move.

"Yes, the murderer is very smart. He thought of a perfect murder motive and pushed it to Yingying. Then he sealed the corpse with doubts in the coffin, and found a reason to never open the coffin. Who can do this?"

"Sealing up the corpse will of course require the permission of the abbot of the temple." The answer I said surprised me, "You mean that the abbot killed Jialan."

"Not only that, the whole temple is probably a den of bandits." Huatian pulled back the white silk that covered the altar, and the wine jar was a mess, mixed with fish and meat.

Huatian took out an unopened jar of wine and took a big sip, "The smell of wine can't escape my nose, but this wine is too spicy, drinking too much will cause trouble."

Throwing the wine jar away coolly, Huatian was beaten.

"You're still fucking hidden, don't touch things outside." Lan Zijun slapped Huatian on the head hard, asking you to pretend to be an uncle.

"It hurts, it hurts." Hua Tian squatted on the ground trembling while covering his head, not to make people look handsome.

The problems were intertwined, one was solved, and the other reappeared. Lan Zijun asked: "Since Liu Yingying's murder suspicion has been overturned, what is the motive of these people's murder?"

Huatian shook his head, but he couldn't figure it out: "What else is missing?"

The doubts that I can't figure out after racking my brains must have something hidden. Only by finding this point can the whole inference be coherent.

"Yingying's motive for killing has not been completely overturned. She did have a quarrel with Jia Lan at the time, and they still have this kind of relationship..." This is something Huatian will never figure out in his life, but one conclusion can be drawn, "the murderer Maybe they know the relationship between Yingying and Jialan."

"The murderer knew that Liu Yingying would not easily reveal the reason for the quarrel because of this relationship, so she was charged with murder," Lan Zijun added.

"That's right, but what is the motive of this group of people to kill?" Huatian circled back to this circle again, squatting on the ground, scratching his ears and cheeks, puzzled.

"Don't think about it for now, let's go to the Liu Mansion and ask about Liu Yingying and Jia Lan." Lan Zijun reminded.

Huatian sighed, at this point, she had to face Liu Yingying.

"Let's go, go back to sleep first." Lan Zijun saw that Huatian was squatting still, thinking that he was still struggling with the case, so he pulled him up and walked out.

Walking in front of the Buddha statue, Hua Tian stopped suddenly: "Wait."

"What's the matter?" Lan Zijun was very sleepy and asked impatiently.

Huatian broke free from Lan Zijun's hand, came to the Buddha and studied it, Lan Zijun put his hands on his chest and said: "Don't think about it, these golds are mixed with sticky wax and plated on them, you can't get them off. "

"Brother Zijun, come and listen." Huatian ignored Lan Zijun's ridicule, put his ear close to the Buddha statue, and tapped lightly a few times.

Lan Zijun also came up.

"Dangdang..." Huatian intensified his percussion, and an ethereal sound pierced the sky, echoing in the mountain stream for a long time.

"You did it on purpose, trying to deafen me!" Lan Zijun yelled while digging out his ears while hammering Huatian's back.

Huatian dodged again and again, begging for mercy: "I'm wronged, I just want you to hear clearly."

"Listen clearly..." Lan Zijun was about to curse, but suddenly realized: "There is something inside this Buddha."

The inside of the Buddha statue is copper and the outside is gold. If you hit the Buddha statue, the sound will spread from the place where you hit it to the opponent. When it encounters a copper wall, the sound wave will turn back, and it will inevitably make two sounds, but Lan Zijun only heard one.

Huatian made a booing gesture: "We'll talk about it when we go back."

The two quietly descended the mountain, spied on everything unknowingly, and gained a lot tonight.