As he said that, four soap-coated constables came from the crowd. It seemed that there were too many people who died in the past few days. They had already become accustomed to being proficient and brought them with them with a cart. The four of them checked the corpses inside and out and looked around them. One of the corpses was impatient and said annoyed: "What else do you want to see? When you see this situation is exactly the same as the previous few times. Come on, don't look at them. After that, hurry up and push the corpse back to hand in the service."

An older man seemed to be discouraged and stood up and shouted to the people around him: "I'm talking to everyone, who discovered it first just now?"

Several men hurriedly pushed Liu Laowu forward and said, "It's him, he discovered it just now."

Liu Laowu said nervously: "Although this arrester is the first one I saw, it's not true that this matter has nothing to do with me."

"You're the only one, let's go. After recording the confession in the yamen, there are also people who came first, let's go together."

Before the men who pushed Liu Laowu had finished laughing, they pushed each other one by Liu Laowu and rushed to the yamen under the guidance of Liu Laowu.

Most of the people around followed him to the yamen to check it out, and some people seemed to have been used to it for a long time, so they yawned and went home to sleep.

Zhu Qingsheng said: "Master, should we follow us and have a look?"

Sima Yuanji looked puzzled, as if he hadn't figured out something. He stared at the place where the corpse was lying on the ground, then glanced at the nearby eaves. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Let's go and have a look, there's something strange about this."

Zhu Qingsheng had long expected that his master would say this, and he had already walked in front of him after slapping the dust. However, Sima Yuan and his heart were puzzled and walked very slowly. When he arrived at the yamen, the county magistrate had already finished slapping the table and the crowd had also left clean.

Seeing this, Zhu Qingsheng couldn't help but say disheartenedly: "Master, they have all closed the case, let's go back."

Sima Yuanji shook his head gently and said, "I have no idea what else I have here, go to the mortal hall to take a look."

When Zhu Qingsheng heard the three words "Mortal Hall", his scalp and spine became numb and cold, and hesitated and said: "Master, Master, why don't we see it tomorrow, I won't be able to see clearly at night."

Sima Yuanji looked down at him, as if he noticed his inner thoughts, and said, "The more you look at some things at night, the more you can see them clearly. Let's go."

Having said that, Zhu Qingsheng had to follow Sima Yuan and the back. Unexpectedly, the mortal hall was brightly lit, and an old man who was nearly 60 years old and of a medium-sized figure was lying on a dead body, as if he was checking something.

Zhu Qingsheng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the mortal hall was full of dark and yin energy. Unexpectedly, there were people here so brightly, and this old man must be the coroner here. Zhu Qingsheng hurried forward and bowed: "This old man, I'm sorry for disturbing you first. We also want to see here. Can it be convenient?"

The old coroner looked up and glanced at them coldly, saying, "Come in if you are not afraid of getting angry."

Zhu Qingsheng hurried in after hearing this, and saw six candles lit in the lobby. About twenty corpses were blocked with white cloth. Most of them had written their names and addresses on the wooden boards in front of the corpse bed, while others had not written them yet. I guess the identity of the deceased had not been found out. Zhu Qingsheng took a rough look and found that most of the deceased were surnamed Lou. Suddenly, Sima Yuan and his respectful voice said: "Old man, I am here in the middle of the night. I have inconvenience to disturb you. Can you ask the old man for his honorary name?"

Zhu Qingsheng looked back and Sima Yuanji stood in front of the old man and bowed with fists. The old man didn't raise his head, holding a thin and narrow blade hilt, and was prying open the mouth of a dead corpse. The dead corpse was the one who just died tonight. The old man seemed to be disloyal and left two words coldly: "Ding Jie."

Sima Yuanji smiled and said, "Thank you for your advice. Can you bother me again? I'm a little curious about this corpse, which is very similar to a situation I've encountered before."

The old man Ding Jie then looked up at him, took a step back without saying anything.

Sima Yuanji stood on the side of the corpse, his right index finger and middle finger were put together, and slowly pointed it on the forehead of the deceased. A light as big as a bean illuminated, as if it was injected into the body of the deceased. Ding Jie's eyes lit up, as if he had just discovered him. Not long after, Sima Yuanji raised his finger and whispered gently. His face was already a little sure enough. Before the yellow light of the index finger had faded, he tapped it on the right temple of the deceased and rubbed it slowly.

As Sima Yuan and rubbed it a little bit, the dead man's temple was in the middle of his left temple, and the area with a little fingernail swelled a little bit, as if something was about to jump out. Zhu Qingsheng had already become accustomed to it, and the old man who had always had a cold expression was already moved and surprised.

After a quarter of an hour, the height of the temple on the left side of the deceased had reached nearly an inch high. Suddenly, a piece of skin bulged, a thin hair and a silver-white needle slowly exposed. With Sima Yuanji's increased force, a silver needle of one and a half inches high fell out of the deceased's temple.

Zhu Qingsheng was also surprised now. How could there be such a silver needle in the head of the deceased? How could it be penetrated so thin?

Sima Yuanji took out a piece of yellow cloth and pinched it up. His face was not sure whether it was joy or sorrow, and said, "It's true."

Zhu Qingsheng couldn't help but ask, "Master, what's going on? Do you know?" Even Ding Jie listened intently.

Sima Yuanji pondered for a moment and said slowly: "This is not a secret. According to legend, thirty years ago, an evil master suddenly appeared, coming and going like the wind, killing people invisibly, just like these dead bodies, unable to find any wounds or died of poisoning. The difference is that the deceased looked calm when he died, which was very similar to natural death. Those good men searched for a long time but couldn't find the cause of death. They didn't know how the evil master started to harm people, they didn't know how the evil master harmed people, and they didn't know how to restrain him. Over time, everyone was afraid of the evil master, and they were afraid that he would give him a moment, so that they didn't even know how to die."

"Until one day, a decent master met the evil master. When both sides met, it was incompatible with water and fire. Even though the master had a deep skill, he almost hit the evil master's way of killing. After this battle, the evil master's method of killing was cracked. It turned out that the qi condensed in his mouth as a needle. When he was fighting with his opponent, he shot the opponent's head and temples with true energy in the gap. Often one shot was accurate, one shot and one shot, and the other one died. The qi needle was extremely small, much smaller than the current one, so the wound was so difficult to find."

Zhu Qing said suspiciously: "Master, is such a small needle so powerful? How did it ejaculate into the head?"

Sima Yuanji sighed, "This is the power of that evil sect master. His method of shooting needles has his own unique technique. He practiced the poison skills hard, and his blood and bones were all poisonous, and the condensed Qi needle was also extremely powerful. That is why people died silently. As for the evil master, he disappeared since he was broken by the great master and could never be found."

Ding Jie suddenly bowed deeply, his face looked sad, and said, "Thank you, Mr., for answering the doubts. I will not hide it from it. There have been too many people who have died recently, but the cause of death cannot be found, which has made people panic recently. I thought it was a ghost and god. Today, Mr., I am really grateful to him for answering the doubts."

Sima Yuanji hurriedly helped him up and said, "I really can't bear it. This is just our master and apprentice's duty."

Ding Jieqiu said: "Can you help me a few more times? See how those deceased died."

Sima Yuan and Lian said, "It's easy to say." He lifted the white cloth beside him, and the deceased face was frightened and ferocious, struggling to death, as if he had suffered some fear during his lifetime. Although Zhu Qingsheng was prepared, he was not only shocked. Sima Yuan and reused the method just now, pointing his right index finger at the middle of his eyebrows, injecting true energy into investigation.

This time, a long time passed, and Sima Yuanji's expression gradually became suspicious and strange. He suddenly turned around and investigated another corpse, and his face became more and more strange. After a long time, Sima Yuanji took back his fingers and looked at the two of them in surprise, saying one by one: "These two people have no souls before their lifetime."

(End of this chapter)
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