These corpses, in the same condition as death, all turned into bloody men.

The blood has dried up and turned into a dark brown blood scab.

To be strange, their hair disappeared and they all became bald.

Unlike shaved, the top of the head seems to be as smooth as a machine polished.

And he clasped his hands together, his eyes wide open and smiled.

My eyes are already different from those of living people, and they are semi-rotten, as if they are looking at you in a faint state.

A foul smell penetrated Chen Yue's nostrils, and I didn't know how the coroner could bear it so close.

"The corpse is stagnant and the preliminarily determined that the death time of all people is roughly the same, at most no more than half an hour. The corpse spots are infiltrated. The tissue is purple after being cut, and the degree of skin and flesh rot was judged. It was more than seven days after death. The last time people met people from the Liu family and went to Xinfu Temple to burn incense seven days ago..."

Chen Yue has good eyesight and can barely see some records on the coroner's book.

"I have been dead for more than seven days." Chen Yue's face turned pale, he covered his nose and left the crowd, preparing to return to the ruined temple.

Mr. Liu has been dead for seven days. Who did he meet yesterday? Who did he drink the porridge?

Could it be that you have met a ghost?

There are ghosts and monsters in this ancient world?

If he had been in his previous life, he would not believe in materialist education since childhood, but this is not the earth, but a strange world. If he could not explain it, he had to doubt it.

In the past seven days, if you have a living and a strong meal, you will be a coolie to make money. If you don’t live, you will beg for alms.

But today he encountered the bizarre death of a wealthy middle-aged man and the strange thing like the dead man in the Liu family to serve porridge, so he was in no mood.

Back at the ruined temple, as soon as Chen Yue entered the temple, he went straight to the broken water tank under the hole on the roof and poured it through.

To prevent anyone from poisoning him, he kept a fish with a small finger in the water tank.

After drinking enough water and straightening his body, his face froze.

On the shabby wooden boards, there were ten newspapers.

Chen Yue didn't care about wiping the water stains on the corner of his mouth, and strode over and picked it up and took a look.

It was exactly the same as the mansion that the rich and middle-aged man gave him, but the number became ten.

"Someone put it in?"

Chen Yue's expression changed, or did this mansion complain to him?

Whether it was given by others or appeared by himself, he did not dare to keep the mansion report, so he took it out and passed it to ten people.

It’s just ten pictures, and it’s relatively easy to pass them in one hour.

After the transmission, Chen Yue did not relax, but just returned to the dilapidated temple and waited silently. He dared to relax only when he had no mansion to report it before dark.

Half an hour later, just as Chen Yue was relaxing slightly, another newspaper appeared on his bed.

What’s scary is that this time there are more than ten pictures, a total of one hundred pictures, a thick stack.

He saw clearly that no one came in to him, and the newspaper appeared on his own.

"Please pass it to others within one hour, otherwise you will be borrowed to live a hundred years."

There are still the same words, and there are every word.

Chen Yue's face was as deep as water, and he had the urge to yell and vent, but he still forced himself to suppress it.

No matter how you vent, it is useless, and solving problems is the most important thing.

No wonder the rich and middle-aged people have a large stack of newspapers in their hands.

He had no doubt that even if he could send all these newspapers within one hour, a thousand newspapers would appear on his bed in half an hour.

If you send another 1,000 newspapers, you will see ten thousand copies.

Never end.

This mansion report...it was to force him to die!

Chen Yue was 100% sure that this was definitely not a prank, he was trapped in a vicious cycle.

Di Bao, the death of the people from Liu's family may have been similar incidents.

He saw two cases on the same day, and there should be many such events in this world.

If yes, there should be records.

There is no need to send the newspaper, he knew that it could not be sent out in one hour, and it took him half an hour to send out ten newspapers. This is not a flyer. When he sees someone giving it out, the other party will accept it.

He has to find the root and find a way to break the situation from the root.

In this way, he can live.

A quarter of an hour later, Tianzhang Pavilion, Central Street.

This is an official library set up by the imperial court. You can check it in and out at a very low fee.

Chen Yue handed over the only three copper plates on his body and exchanged for an hour to check the time.

After entering, Chen Yue did not waste any time, check the directory first.

The directory was read very carefully, without any clues at all.

There are three floors of Tianzhang Pavilion. Chen Yue searched them one by one, first check the catalog and then read them in detail in the possible books.

After the third floor came down, Chen Yue's face became very ugly.

Not actually?

At this moment, half an hour has passed. Is he stupid? Wasting time?

No, if you force yourself to report it one by one, it will be a dead end.

Judging from the actions of wealthy and middle-aged people, they must set out one by one, and cannot be given directly to others, nor can they force them to others. This will definitely be endless.

After hundreds of pictures are finished, there are thousands more pictures, and there are so many more pictures.

It is completely correct for him to find the root cause, or to draw experience from other solutions to such events, and find answers.

"Nanjia Mansion Chronicle?"

Chen Yue suddenly noticed a thick stack of books on the bookshelf below. Although it was covered with dust, he could still vaguely see the four words "Nan Jiafu Zhi" above.

The prefecture is a special book that records the history, geography, customs, characters, culture and education, and products of a prefecture.

"yes."

Chen Yue's eyes lit up, and he almost ignored it. If there was any strange phenomenon, it would also be recorded on it.

Immediately check it out one by one.

God pays off on those who are interested, he found it.

"In the 13th year of Nanjia Mansion: the ground was sank, the bleeding cave, the people on the street disappeared overnight, and the case was not investigated, so they had no choice but to abandon it."

"In the 14th year of Nanjia Prefecture: Unidentified black hair emerged from the ground of Changning Town, which belongs to it, and it grew wildly overnight. People in the town disappeared, and they had no choice but to burn the town to rebuild it."

"In the fifteenth year of Nanjia Mansion: There is a strange singing voice in the middle of the night. Those who hear the singing will die within three days. A Taoist will arrive, carry the statue of Daozu, recite the scriptures for three days, and the peace of Nanjia will be peaceful."

"In the 16th year of Nanjia Mansion: A madman appears, and biting others will cause corpses to change. In just three days, ten thousand corpses patrol the streets and swept across the Nanjia Mansion City. Thunder fell from the sky, and ten thousand corpses were burnt."

"In the 17th year of Nanjia Mansion: An ancient tree bleeds in Yichun Courtyard of brothel, and he cannibalizes people. An extremely powerful warrior appeared. Three days later, the tree bleeds and the person died."

...

Many, very many, not ordinary!

There are several cases almost every year, and most of them are left alone. People die in vain and they don’t record the results.

If there are results, Chen Yue accurately grasps the common points.

"A powerful warrior."

"A good thing that makes people worship, faith."

Chen Yue silently concluded that powerful warriors appeared hundreds of times, and many special items such as the statue of the Taoist ancestor, the golden body of the Buddha, the Tianshi sword worshipped, etc. also appeared.

"A warrior?"

He took out the "Manhu Prajna Kung Fu" stored in his personal form, looked at it, and then put it back.

The so-called book is only a matter of regret when it is used.
Chapter completed!