Skilled in managing a house

The patrol car and Shangguan Ning's car were parked at the entrance of the villa courtyard. Zhang Yu and the middle-aged patrol car were sitting in the front car. Zhang Yu did not get out of the car immediately, but looked at the middle-aged patrolman sitting aside.

The middle-aged patrolman was very calm and just said: "Wait a moment."

"Okay." Zhang Yu nodded and said nothing.

Through the rearview mirror, he could see that in the patrol car behind him, four patrol officers had got out and walked towards the gate of the villa.

There was a security guard at the entrance of the villa. The patrolman negotiated with the security guard and waited at the door. After a while, someone came out of the villa and talked with the patrolman again, and then reached an agreement.

A patrolman quickly ran to the first patrol car. The middle-aged patrolman lowered the window and immediately said: "Boss, the other party has agreed for us to go in and conduct a second autopsy."

"Okay." The middle-aged patrolman nodded slightly, then looked at Zhang Yu, made an invitation gesture to Zhang Yu, and said, "Just go in with them."

"Thank you." Zhang Yu said politely, opened the car door, and got out of the car alone.

He got out of the car, and in the car behind him, three guys in white coats also came out. They looked like coroners. Zhang Yu followed them into the courtyard and walked to the three-story villa facing them.

Walking in front of them was a young man. It was this young man who came out of the villa to negotiate with the patrol.

Entering the villa, in the lobby on the first floor of the villa, a mourning hall has been set up. In the middle of the mourning hall is a bed, with a corpse lying on the bed and covered with white cloth.

Here, there are many people keeping vigil and a few monks chanting sutras. One of them, a middle-aged woman wearing heavy mourning, was still crying.

The young man walked up to the middle-aged woman and muttered in a low voice. Because the monk was chanting sutras so loudly, Zhang Yu didn't hear what the young man was muttering. But soon, the middle-aged woman stood up and went to talk to the patrolman.

She first checked to see if the patrol had come to conduct an autopsy. After receiving a positive answer, she asked everyone present to leave, leaving only the monk chanting sutras. Because according to the rules, chanting cannot be interrupted.

The patrolman didn't object. It was just to examine the body anyway. Zhang Yu followed the patrolman and the coroner to the side of the bed, and the coroner took the white cloth off the body.

The corpse was already wearing a shroud, and judging from its appearance, it was over fifty years old. Now the hands and face exposed by the corpse were pale and without any blood.

The coroner also began to take off the shroud from the body. Zhang Yu followed and observed to see if there were any injuries on the body. After looking over it, Zhang Yu didn't see any obvious injuries. The coroner also took notes one by one, noting that there were no injuries on the body.

However, Zhang Yu was more meticulous. He especially checked the top door of the corpse to avoid any unknown secrets hidden in the hair. After checking one side, there were no wounds at all. But Zhang Yu felt that the scalp of the deceased was particularly cold.

Of course, it's not unusual for dead people to feel cold all over their bodies. But Liu Wandong's body was cooler.

"No... it's really not a normal death..." Zhang Yu muttered in his heart.

He then took two steps to the side, reached the middle of the bed, and reached out to grab Liu Wandong's wrist. The wrists were also cold, and not only that, the skin was extremely soft.

Zhang Yu knew clearly that according to Director Wang's phone call in the morning, Liu Wandong should have died at night and been found in the morning. But the skin and flesh were so soft, obviously not a sign of death that day. Of course, there were no body spots on the body. Judging from the shape, he had indeed died last night.

"It should be because the yang energy in his body has been sucked out..." Zhang Yu muttered in his heart again. Based on his several experiences, he was absolutely sure that Liu Wandong died because the yang energy was sucked out by the Yin spirit.

Zhang Yu then closed his eyes, breathed his true energy into his body, and looked into Liu Wandong's body with his inner eye.

But the moment his true energy had just penetrated, he felt a violent surge of yin energy. This yin energy was extremely domineering, like a steel needle, piercing Zhang Yu's fingers directly.

Zhang Yu's arms trembled, and his body involuntarily took two steps back, almost staggering and falling to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yu felt that his right arm was numb. This numbness made Zhang Yu feel that his right arm was no longer his own. In addition to being paralyzed, he could also feel that his right arm was cold to the bone, and his entire sweat pores seemed to have exploded. Not only that, he even found that his surroundings were gloomy, as if he was in hell.

"Not good!" Zhang Yu shouted. He didn't care about anything else. He quickly closed his eyes and looked inside his body with his inner eye.

"Are you okay!" "What's wrong?"... The patrol officer and coroner present saw Zhang Yu suddenly retreating, and looked at him together, making concerned sounds.

At this moment, a strange cry suddenly came from the stairs on the second floor, "You're not dead yet!"

Immediately afterwards, a guy with disheveled hair rushed over from the stairs.

This guy was exuding a strong corpse aura, and was even covered with a layer of blood mist.

The patrolmen were all startled when they saw such a thing appearing out of thin air. The monks who were chanting sutras beside the bed, who had been chanting sutras without any distractions just now, realized something was wrong. They quickly closed their eyes and looked at the monster. Among the patrolmen, there was a bold one who shouted sternly: "Patrol! Who are you!"

But this guy didn't answer. He was very fast and rushed directly to the patrolman. He raised his hand and clawed at the patrolman's chest.

With a "pop" sound, the monster's claws clawed directly through the patrolman's chest. He followed up with a flick, and the patrolman's body was thrown away.

"Oh my God!" "Killed!" "There's a monster!"... The monks at the scene had never seen this scene before. They were so frightened that they all jumped up from the ground and ran outside in one piece.

When the three coroners saw this, they all panicked. They didn't dare to stay here. They turned around and ran away.

There were four patrolmen who came in with Zhang Yu, one died and three were left. The three living patrolmen were also a little confused. One of them hurriedly took out his gun, but before he could take out his gun, the monster had already rushed in front of him and grabbed his neck. With just a push, there was a "Gah" sound, and the patrolman stopped making any movement. .

The remaining two patrolmen were so horrified that they didn't dare to stay where they were and just fled towards the door.

But the monster did not pursue the patrol, and just turned around and pounced on Zhang Yu.

"court death!"

"Swish, brush, brush..."

The sword flashed, and a series of silver lights shot out from Zhang Yu's left hand, heading straight for the monster.

"ah……"

A shrill scream immediately sounded, and seven holes were immediately punched out of the monster's body. The seven holes were shaped like the Big Dipper, and a small knife was inserted into one of the holes.

That’s right!

This is Zhang Yu's Seven-Star Sword!