But the man was dead. Every joint of his body was twisted in uncoordinatedly, his posture was stiff and weird, and it was definitely not what a living person should have.

"Why does this person look familiar?" Although the white light had disappeared, Mu Xiaowu had already seen the person's appearance clearly, but she just felt familiar, but Zhao Zimai was shocked and shocked.

"Doctor Hu..." He could not understand why the Doctor Hu, whom he saw in the mansion yesterday, had now turned into a corpse, curled up in an old man's kiln in the deep mountains and forests.

Zhao Zimai walked towards the cave where the corpse was hidden in the dark, but was pulled by Mu Xiaowu, "Don't worry, if someone dies, your soul may be able to be embroidered back."

Zhao Zimai stopped his steps and nodded at her. Mu Xiaowu then pinched the copper needle that was floating left and right in front of him, silently recited the mantra in his mouth, and threw it forward. The copper needle disappeared into the darkness and flew past the cliff. The tail line illuminated the caves one by one. Suddenly, it turned its direction and rushed towards the upper end. It was about to break through the layers of branches and leaves above and flew into the sky, but it fell straight at the treetops, as if it was about to escape. But the tip of the needle was less than an inch from the ground, and then stopped suddenly, and swam towards Mu Xiaowu in a leisurely posture.

There was a gray shadow on the white line, which others might not see, but Zhao Zimai had already seen him the moment the copper needle flew up to the treetops. He curled up on the tree branch, trembling and blurred, but from his figure, he still recognized that the man was Doctor Hu.

"Doctor Hu," the copper needle was getting closer and closer, and Zhao Zimai also saw clearly that Dr. Hu's fatal injury was on the neck, and he killed him with a neat knife, probably for silence. "Who did it?"

When they said this, a wind rushed over from the cave, cold and there was a faint smell of fishy smell inside. Both of them were stunned, but they didn't take it to heart. I don't know how much resentment gathered in this forest, and it was normal for the rustling wind to rustle.

"Doctor Hu, who harmed you?"

People who die newly often have not realized that they are dead, so their souls are a little dull. Doctor Hu looked at Zhao Zimai, and his blurred face was covered with a layer of green light. His eyebrows and eyes were blurred into a ball by the light, which was very terrifying. He slowly raised his hand and subconsciously touched his throat. When he touched the cut throat, he suddenly remembered something and let out a sad hiss at the two people in front of him.

It was obviously not the real sound, but it was like a steel needle, piercing the eardrums of the two of them into pain.

"It's him..." Another howl, Doctor Hu reached out to the forest. Looking from this direction, he could only see the eaves of the tall courtyards, which were arranged in a variety of shapes, scattered among the colorful spring flowers.

"Is it Zhang Shengyi?" For some reason, this name came to Zhao Zimai's mind. He could not tell whether Doctor Hu had any connection with that person, and whether it was related to the case he was investigating. However, in the dark, he felt that Zhang Shengyi had nothing to do with all this.

He looked at Doctor Hu's face and became more and more confident that the name "Zhang Shengyi" was about to float out of Doctor Hu's mouth, but at this moment, Mu Xiaowu next to him suddenly exclaimed, stretched out his arm to block Zhao Zimai, and took a few steps back against him. The two of them were tripped by the tree roots intertwined on the ground at the same time, staggered and barely stood firm.

Zhao Zimai was about to speak, but found that there was no need to ask questions, because the copper needle that was half floating in the air suddenly lost its strength and fell to the ground and fell into the dirt. Although the white tail line was still floating, it became a little shrunk because it lost its attachment, like a headless fly, looking around in the air, but not knowing where to float.

Zhao Zimai Shang was shocked and suspicious. Five coins were suddenly stuffed into his palm. "It can help you keep your soul from dissipating," Mu Xiaowu glanced at him and added, "Don't think it's dirty."

He didn't dare to dislike this or that now, because he saw a pair of hands, a pair of thin, white and smooth hands slowly stretched out from the darkness behind, one hand twisting the white line, and the other one pulled down Doctor Hu's soul from the end of the line, just like a bead, gently lifting the struggling soul between his fingers. This series of movements flowed, even with a little careless skill, but the more this happened, the more strange it felt.

Zhao Zimai's heart trembled. The hands were a little smaller than Mu Xiaowu's. His fingers were like a root of onion, and his joints were slender. It was obviously beautiful, but it made him lose his complexion and even forgot to put the Five Emperors Coins into his mouth.

"What are you doing when you are standing there?" Mu Xiaowu grabbed Zhao Zimai's hand and stuffed the five coins into his mouth. However, before he could let go of his hand, he heard a scream in front, as if a rooster had suddenly been pulled off his neck.

Doctor Hu's soul was crushed by the hand. When he pushed his hand up, he threw a handful of crystal clear pieces into the air like sand, and praised Doctor Hu's soul to death.

"What kind of evil demon is this?" Mu Xiaowu murmured in his heart, turned his head, and saw that Zhao Zimai was pale and his breathing was rapid, and he suddenly knew what the thing in front was. Why was it him again? After leaving Wubi Pavilion, it has been several months since he came to the capital and appeared in this dense forest?

Meet by chance? Or do you have the intention to do it? Mu Xiaowu didn't know, but when he appeared, there would definitely be no good things. At first, Mu Xiaowu had some misunderstandings, thinking that Sang, a mortal enemy of the great demon king, a monk with boundless magic power, must be a saint who subdues demons. However, after experiencing the funeral, especially after seeing his various evil methods, if she could no longer see his true face, she would be really blind.

"Your sister is dead. This person is just a bald donkey who does evil deeds. Zhao Zimai, don't be fooled by his appearance."

Mu Xiaowu held Zhao Zimai's hand. The hand was so cold that she couldn't help but hold it tighter, hoping to warm it up a little. Zhao Zimai shivered for a moment, and finally came out of his throat in one breath. When he looked forward again, he saw that the hands had been retracted and hidden in the darkness again.

Mu Xiaowu breathed a little relieved and clenched his hand a little tighter, "If the inner demon is not removed, you will be controlled by him in your life and will never be able to turn over." After saying that, he added softly, "So many evil people are alive, how can you be the turn of being gentle here? Not to mention anything else, your father doesn't know how many lives you have on his hands. Compared with him, you are simply a living Bodhisattva."

The sound was like raindrops, and a few ripples were created in his already dead heart. It turned out that she guessed it early in the morning, but she didn't say it.
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