knife cut mountains and rivers

The first thing Fucheng did to investigate the case was to go to Luojiazhuang. Since Yan Shaokang saw the light of day again, he has been huddled in Liu Qingqing's Yizhuang.There was a estrangement between Liu Qingqing and Yan Shaokang. Yan Shaokang's killing of the innocent Xuefengniang had always been a hurdle in Liu Qingqing's heart.

Physicians serve the world well, and Yan Shaokang's actions made Liu Qingqing unforgivable.

Yan Shaokang knew all this, but he still stayed in Yizhuang. He usually didn't talk to Liu Qingqing, but just helped Liu Qingqing see a doctor.Liu Qingqing was short of manpower, and having a Miao Jiang witch doctor in charge did save a lot of trouble. Because of this sentiment, Liu Qingqing didn't drive him away.

When Fucheng asked Yan Shaokang to help with the autopsy, Song Xiaochuan was there.Song Xiaochuan greeted Fucheng with a smile, and said, "Boss."

"Why are you here?" Fu Cheng asked.

"Miss Qingqing is short of manpower." Song Xiaochuan replied.

Fucheng pondered for a while, thinking that Liu Qingqing's way of catching young men even Song Xiaochuan didn't escape.Fu Cheng asked: "Is she not afraid that you will kill the patient?"

Song Xiaochuan was blushed by what he said, and said: "I just dispense some medicine, I don't see a doctor, besides, Sister Qingqing is looking at me."

Song Xiaochuan blushed when teased, Fucheng used to like to tease him when he was free, but now he lost his mind and said, "Where's Yan Shaokang?"

Song Xiaochuan pointed to the room and said, "What's wrong?"

Fucheng didn't have time to pay attention to him, and said: "Take him to the county government for an autopsy." The Fucheng people had already strode out, and they didn't see Song Xiaochuan's thoughtful look.

Fucheng explained his intentions to Yan Shaokang straight to the point. After Yan Shaokang heard it, he was a little embarrassed, but Liu Qingqing said, "Hurry up and take him away."

Yan Shaokang knew that he was annoying to be here, so he packed his suitcase disheveledly, and before he left, he made a promise to Liu Qingqing, "I'll be back when I'm done."

"I don't care about you." Liu Qingqing was still angry when she saw Yan Shaokang, and said, "I can live without you."

Yan Shaokang's enthusiasm was extinguished by his pocket, but he got used to being frustrated, so he left with Fucheng expressionlessly.

Doctors and Wu Zuo are connected but not connected. If Liu Qingqing is invited, she knows how to bring people back to life, but she doesn't know the mysteries of the dead.But Yan Shaokang is different. He is a descendant of a family of witch doctors in Miaojiang, and it is common to deal with corpses.

There are gangsters in the county government, but Fucheng can't believe it. These people must investigate carefully.

Li Shuyuan was a little puzzled, and said: "Wu Zuo said that there is no need to test, isn't it obvious that this is dead?"

Fucheng said: "It's so obvious that we need to investigate." Fucheng grew up in the array of thousands of corpses. If all 39 corpses were made into the same dead body, six of the corpses' neck wounds were all on the left side. weird.

Fucheng brought Yan Shaokang into the county government office, and when he opened the door, a stench came over his face. Fucheng and Li Shuyuan frowned together, but Yan Shaokang seemed much calmer, he just covered his mouth and nose with his hands.Fucheng suddenly felt that Yan Shaokang's zombie face was inexplicably harmonious with the temperament of this room.

This room was originally used to practice martial arts for the police officers. There are too many dead bodies, and only this place can fit them.In order to prevent decay, the windows on all sides were crucified and covered with black cloth, and special incense was lit in the house. The incense is a unique secret recipe made by the old monk, which can make the corpse last longer.The county government can't afford ice coffins, this is already the most worry-free way.

Yan Shaokang stood at the door and said, "Remove the black cloth." The room was too dark, and only a piece of darkness could be seen. In this case, even a god cannot perform an autopsy.After Li Shuyuan heard about it, he told his men to do it, and someone immediately went to take off the black cloth quickly.

But Fu Cheng raised his hand suddenly, and the sword was in front of Yan Shaokang and Li Shuyuan, saying: "Don't move."

Yan Shaokang looked down at the Miao Dao lying across his chest, feeling a little confused.Fu Cheng frowned, staring at the room.Fu Cheng's expression was quite serious, Li Shuyuan followed Fu Cheng's gaze and probed in, but couldn't see anything.

The black cloth was removed one by one, and the sunlight shone in one by one. The darkness became less and less, and there were more and more bright places.

But there was a shadow in the corner that couldn't be melted away, and now even Li Shuyuan felt something was wrong, he took a breath, that shadow was like a pool of melted black water, extremely weird.

"Not good." Seeing a cluster of flames, Fucheng threw the knife in his hand and stuck it accurately on a fire pocket. The fire pocket appeared out of thin air, and then suddenly stuck on the ground, which looked strange.

Fucheng watched the sparks rolled up on the straw mat, and said, "Put out the fire."

The next moment, the black shadow suddenly appeared in the form of a human being. He knew that he had been exposed, so he hit the window directly, and wanted to run away wrapped in sawdust.Fu Cheng had already expected his move, he walked around from outside the house, but his movement was a step slower, reaching out his hand only caught the corner of the other party's clothes.

When Fucheng stretched out his hand, he thought he was grabbing the corner of his clothes, but when he grabbed it, he found that he only grabbed a handful of black mist, which slowly melted and turned into a puddle of wet water, which was sticky with Fucheng. City hand.

This is alchemy.Fucheng didn't have time to sigh too much, and chased after the shadow.

Alchemy cannot be used out of thin air. There is nowhere to hide in an open space. It must be followed by the houses and trees next to it. The more chaotic the place, the more it will be used, and the black shadow's escape route will become traceable. Searching all the way to the root of the wall.

A black shadow sprang out from the county government office, pointing directly at an alley. It rained a few days ago, but the sun finally came out recently. The people took out their clothes to dry and remove the mold. Looking around, this alley was full of clothes floating around. .

This is the best hidden space. Sure enough, since the black shadow escaped into the alley, it disappeared like a mud cow into the sea. Fucheng shuttled between the clotheslines like a headless fly. Covering Fu Cheng's face with a hood.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, blowing the colorful clothes into the sky like random flowers, and Fucheng walks in it like a dream.

Holding a knife in his hand, Fucheng held his breath and listened to every little movement. Something was wrong. There was nothing in his ears except the sound of the wind. No one talked or acted. The people in this alley seemed to be strangled overnight. Not even the sound of breathing.

Fucheng took a step forward, and the seedling knife in his hand came out through the air. There was only a cracking sound, and the clothesline and the clothes on it broke off, and fell down with a clatter.

No, nothing, just clothes.

The wind-filled clothes are like ghosts possessing the body. Fucheng sees that each piece of clothes seems to have its own will, like a ghost with teeth and claws.Fucheng made another knife, and the same situation appeared, only the pieces of clothes fell to the ground.

Fu Cheng closed his eyes, he could hear his own breathing.Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, the air filled his lungs, and then slowly expelled.This process was endlessly looped and magnified. Fu Cheng held the knife in both hands, stood still in place, and only breathed from the beginning to the end.

Fucheng is waiting, no one can tell what he is waiting for, the feeling of time is getting slower and slower, he seems to have finished his life standing here.

Suddenly, Fu Cheng opened his eyes, and someone couldn't wait any longer.

Fu Cheng's knife slashed backwards, this time it was no longer a light and fluffy clothes, Fu Cheng could feel that he hit a hard object without turning his head.

The next moment, the world seemed to be unsealed, and all the voices between heaven and earth were returned.The sound of wind blowing clothes, people talking, bowls broken during cooking, children crying.

"Hey, what's wrong with my clothes?" An old woman ran out yelling.

"Why is the clothesline broken?" Another woman's voice.

"This uncle is so strange." The little girl asked curiously.

Fu Cheng turned around, there was nothing behind him, and the black shadow disappeared.Fu Cheng frowned, he lowered his head slowly, there was a pool of blood left on the ground, and looking forward, there was a string of bloody footprints.

Fucheng spent money to pay for his clothes, and started to move forward without saying a word.In the process of chasing the bloodstains, it reminded him of his days in the Life and Death Sect, and through some clues, people had nowhere to hide.

With a knife in his hand, Fu Cheng didn't mind how strange his actions seemed to others.Where Fucheng was advancing, people gave in one after another. No one wanted to get involved in the disputes between the rivers and lakes. He seemed to be a hunter in the forest, chasing a small beast that was shot in the leg.

Fucheng was not in a hurry, he knew that the other party was seriously injured.

Suddenly, the footsteps disappeared, and the surrounding scenery in Fucheng was quite familiar. He raised his head and looked at the familiar archway. This is Liuyin Lane.

The words Liuyin Lane looked gentle and warm under the sun, and the archway that was wiped by the old man Wu Crow himself did not know how many people's blood was stained.

There were a few swordsmen basking in the sun in the alley. They saw Fucheng with a knife standing at the entrance of the alley, and they all looked at Fucheng in unison, without hiding their murderous intent.

Regardless of the origin of Liuyin Alley, if Fucheng from the Life and Death Sect can be in Liuyin Alley, there must be more of the same kind in this alley.

Why did Sombra hide in the county government?What evidence is he going to destroy?

Things are getting more and more troublesome. No one in Fucheng was able to practice alchemy so superbly when he was at the Life and Death Teaching. The street performers have no chance of winning in the formal competition.

But Fucheng forgot that after so many years, everyone is growing, and Sombra's alchemy has reached the point of perfection.

Just as Fu Cheng was about to lift his foot into Liuyin Alley, he only felt someone behind him. When he turned his head, he knocked down the person who was trying to sneak up on him with a horizontal knife. This move was a subconscious move.

Li Shuyuan was hit straight by him, lay on the ground covering his nose, and said, "Fuck! Why are you crazy?"

Fucheng showed no regrets, and said, "Don't touch me casually."

Li Shuyuan knew about Fucheng's trouble, so he couldn't speak. He struggled to get up. He was a little dizzy and covered his nose. Fucheng couldn't just leave him alone. Fucheng went over to help Li Shuyuan stop the bleeding and help him up. Go to the alley and sit down.

Li Shuyuan raised his head to look at the sun, his eyes were a little stinging, it took him a while to recover, and said: "Did you catch it?"

"No," Fu Cheng held the back of Li Shuyuan's head and said, "I lost it."

Li Shuyuan had a clear expression on his face, he knew that if Fucheng followed the lost people, he would be even more unable to catch up.

"Is the fire out?" Fu Cheng asked.

"Well," Li Shuyuan raised his head, and said, "I found it early, and it didn't burn much. Yan Shaokang said it's not a problem."

Fucheng hummed lightly.

Li Shuyuan didn't come here for this matter, he said: "Stop being in a daze," Li Shuyuan said in a muffled voice, "Come with me, something happened to the Taoist temple."

Fucheng stared at Liuyin Alley, the long and winding alley stretched down like a cold poisonous snake, Fucheng's voice was a little mocking, and said: "What a coincidence."