In a frightened state, Zhu Qingsheng immediately said to his master Sima Yuanji.

Sima Yuanji frowned and reached out to pinch Zhu Qingsheng's clothes on his back. Sure enough, a foul smell hit the tip of his nose. Even though he was so profound that he could not help but fainted when he smelled the strong and sharp foul smell. After thinking for a long time, he said, "It is the first time that the teacher has heard of this statement that the foul smell and sweat stains left behind after being killed by an evil ghost, but it is not unreasonable that the yin energy of the evil ghost clashes with the yang energy of a living person, especially if the yin energy of the evil ghost crawls into the living person's body, it may be left with such things. But Qing'er is worried that this thing is just left by the conflict between yin and yang."

Zhu Qingsheng nodded, but thought of the three eunuchs, and the corpse found by Xiaodao, one was told by Xue and the other was seen by himself. There was a sweat odor behind him, exactly the same as himself. Could it be that Xue was saying that those who were murdered by evil ghosts would definitely leave a sweat odor behind him?

Are those three eunuchs and that corpse really killed by evil spirits?

Sima Yuan and his right hand waved, put away the umbrella of the dazzling light in the air, and put it behind him, saying, "Qing'er, let's go, let's go to the old man Lu Hai's house first."

Since I was fine, I didn't think much about it. Zhu Qingsheng put down his hanging heart and followed his master out of the temple gate. When he looked up, he suddenly found a ray of fire in the south night sky, which was the direction he came from Lu Hai's house.

Did something happen to Lu Hai?

Zhu Qingsheng was shocked and said anxiously: "Master, look, that's the direction of Old Man Lu Hai. It seems that there is a fire there."

Since hearing that Lou Jiaji was burned to ashes by a sea of ​​fire, Sima Yuanji was extremely sensitive to these firelights. Hearing Zhu Qingsheng say this, a trace of uneasiness suddenly arose in his heart, saying, "Let's go over and take a look."

Zhu Qingsheng said: "Master, then let's get on the horse..."

Sima Yuanji waved his hand and said, "It's urgent, so I won't ride a horse. Today, Master teaches you a trick of 'changing the shape and changing the shadow'. Qing'er should remember it in his heart. It doesn't matter if you don't know it now, just remember it. In the future, you will naturally be able to do it."

Before he finished speaking, Sima Yuanji grabbed Zhu Qingsheng's arm and then recited: "The world is endless, and in a thousand miles apart, I want to ride the wind and change my shadow."

Zhu Qingsheng's eyes flashed before him, and he saw the scene in front of him whirlwind. When he stopped, he was already three miles away.

Sima Yuanji said lightly: "Although this move is not as good as the 's thousand miles' in the Buddha Crying Altar, it cannot disappear invisibly, but it is also extremely fast. Qing'er, you must remember it carefully. Let's tell you the route of exercise while walking. In the future, if you have the skills, you can practice again. This move can be used to avoid chasing the enemy. It will consume too much power to your own. If you use it together, you can only use it more than a dozen times."

The master and apprentice were rushing to move "change shadows" at a rapid speed. Zhu Qingsheng listened to Sima Yuanji and kept it in his heart. While his master was next to him, his figure flashed in a hurry. He couldn't help but try it once. He felt that a trace of true power surged from his dantian and there was no movement. It seemed that his skills were indeed not enough.

After three consecutive flashes, Sima Yuanji took Zhu Qingsheng to this place where the fire was burning. He saw a house ignited a huge fire, reaching three feet high. Five or six people were putting out the fire, but the fire was too big and he couldn't save it.

Sima Yuanji said in a lost voice: "Oh no." He quickly put down Zhu Qingsheng and got into the fire.

When the people around him saw someone rushing into the sea of ​​fire without hesitation, they were shocked. They wanted to stop him, but found that there was no one left.

Zhu Qingsheng knew his master's skills. Not to mention this hot area, even if a village was on fire, his master could still come back and forth safely, so he was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

With a "slam" sound, Sima Yuanji suddenly jumped out of the fire, holding a person in his hand. The people who were putting out the fire were startled again. They looked at Sima Yuanji with the person in his hand, and were scared again.

It turned out that Sima Yuanji was carrying a dead body, and his lower body was already in a state of burning shape. His chest was still fine, but his beard and hair had been roasted into black hair, and his face was pitch black, so it was almost impossible to see.

Zhu Qingsheng recognized it with a "ah" sound. The corpse was exactly the one who met Lu Hai in the afternoon, the poor old man who was looking for his son.

Now lying quietly on the ground, never breathing again.

Zhu Qingsheng felt regretful and sad, not knowing who had attacked the old man and why? If he had known this, he would have been guarding him outside and not let him have such an accident.

Sima Yuanji bent down, stretched open the old man Lu Hai's neck, wiped off a layer of black and gray, and suddenly a circle of black and purple pinch marks appeared, one on the right and three on the left, as if someone was grabbing his neck with his right hand and strangled to death.

Sima Yuanji sighed: "After all, I'm late. Who is this murderer?"

Zhu Qingsheng was even more sad. He didn't expect that the old man had been searching for his son for seven years. When he finally learned about his son's death, he could hardly control himself, but he was killed in the end. Isn't it too unfair to him?

Sima Yuanji was about to get up when he suddenly found that the old man was holding his body tightly in his left hand, and he didn't let go when he died. He was surprised, what exactly was this old man holding?

He knew that the dead man's corpse was stiff and he insisted on opening his palm would definitely damage the corpse. He immediately put his right index finger and middle finger together and pointed it at Lu Hai's left wrist, and at the same time, a trace of true energy was input.

After a while, Lu Hai's left hand slowly opened, looking like he was not dead, and he was moving his limbs. Zhu Qingsheng looked down and saw that the old man had a piece of blue cloth as big as an inch in his hand, which was tightly held in his hand, and all wrinkled.

Sima Yuanji pinched this piece of blue cloth, the silk material was uneven, and it was definitely not taken from the clothes on the old man. Is that the murderer? While struggling, Lu Hai tear off a piece of his clothes to tell the people later.

Judging from the methods of killing people first and setting fire, it is the same method as the murderer who killed the entire village of Loujiaji, but it is not clear whether it is the same person.

The fire became stronger and stronger, and the whole house started to burn, and finally it fell down with a "boom".

Sima Yuanji sighed lightly. It would be difficult to find any clues now. Who is the murderer? Why do you always take him one step?

The east gradually turned white, and a ray of light appeared on the ground. The breeze blew away the layers of dust on Lu Hai's body, as if a clean cleaning ceremony was held for the old man and completely bid farewell to the past.
Chapter completed!