Xie Bangui, who was holding a knife on his face, became more solemn. After a long while, he hesitated and said: "If I read it correctly, this thing should be a demon fetus. A demon fetus is a ghost that relies on people to absorb human energy to develop.

, to put it more bluntly, it is almost like a ten-month pregnancy. This kind of thing may be naturally formed or artificially implanted. It is too early to draw a conclusion now..."

Zhao Jinduo shouted arrogantly: "Then go and investigate. You are all Jin Dao's brothers. You can't let him go away unjustly and die without a complete body. Finding out the murderer and cutting him into pieces is what brothers should do."

I'm not good at investigating cases, but after you find out, you must tell me..."

Zhao Jinduo roared murderously: "If this devil fetus is a wild ghost mountain monster, then I will lead my troops to destroy the devil's nest and kill the monsters. If it is really man-made..., no matter who he is, I will destroy him."

The whole clan.”

"Calm down first. The most important thing to avoid when investigating a case is to be driven by emotion..." Xie Bangui found a ceramic jar and put the devil fetus in, and then asked: "Isn't the Golden Sword always in the capital? When did he come to Yuezhou?

Who accompanied you back?"

"Jindao came to Yuezhou half a month ago... He said he missed me and wanted to come and see me..." Zhao Jinduo, whose eyes were reddish, suddenly said angrily: "Where is that bastard Zhao Sen? Hasn't he always been there?

Are you going to accompany Jin Dao?"

Zhao Sen, Zhao Jindao's bodyguard, was indeed kneeling in front of Zhao Jindao's coffin an hour ago. But just before Xie Bangui entered the general's mansion, a heart-wrenching drama suddenly came from his left arm that was resting on the ground.

It hurt. When he looked down, he saw that the blood vessels on the back of his hand had suddenly swelled out of nowhere, and the pulsating veins seemed ready to burst the skin and burst out of the body at any time.

Before Zhao Sen could scream, blood vessels like the fibrous roots of an old tree had already gone straight to his throat along the meridians of his arms. Zhao Sen seemed to have his Adam's apple pinched in an instant. He wanted to shout, but couldn't. He wanted to move, but turned around.

I couldn't stand my head. When I tried to stand up, my back felt like a huge boulder was being pressed against me, and my legs couldn't move even half an inch.

The only fingers of Zhao Sen's right hand that could still move were clawing hard at the blue brick floor. His four nails scratched on the bricks, and they fell off within a few seconds. His bare fingers were on the bricks.

Four blood marks were drawn.

It's a pity that none of the servants who were crying and wiping away their tears, or the Taoist priests who were chanting sutras with their eyes closed, noticed that Zhao Sen was strange. Even if his fingers were bald, no one took a second look at him.

Suddenly, Zhao Sen heard a soft sound of a broken bone coming from his Adam's apple. Half a mouthful of blood just poured out from the corner of his mouth, and was gently wiped away by his left hand that he suddenly raised.

Zhao Sen's left hand, which was stained with blood, struck his right arm and legs as fast as lightning. He slapped him several times in a row and broke all his limbs in an instant. No one except Zhao Sen himself heard the three crisp cracks of fractures.

ring.

After being seriously injured, Zhao Sen knelt limply on the ground. At first glance, it looked like he was sobbing on the ground, but in fact, Zhao Sen could clearly feel that his left hand, which was no longer under his control, was quietly pushing against his body.

on the ground, pushing him

The body moved back little by little. The broken leg bones were moving back and forth inside his body under the resistance of the ground. Not only was the pain so painful that Zhao Sen almost fainted, but the two injured legs, which were bleeding extensively, were also swollen.

, tightly stretched inside the pants.

It wasn't until Zhao Sen completely lost consciousness in his legs that he suddenly slapped the ground with his left hand, and used the rebound to slam into the pillar beside him. Then, he grabbed the pillar with his left hand several times and lifted the seriously injured Zhao

Sen stood up.

To outsiders, it looked like Zhao Sen was standing on the edge of the corridor with his hand on the pillar, but in fact, he was suspended in the air by his left hand, and the soles of his feet did not touch the ground at all.

Suddenly, Zhao Sen let go of the pillar with his arm, stretched straight forward, grabbed the wall with his backhand, and dragged his body forward a foot with the force of his arm. After he stood firm, he let go of the wall.

Repeating the same action, dragging him back to the room bit by bit, he closed the door behind his back, climbed to the bed with Zhao Sen, pulled off the sheets and stuffed them into Zhao Sen's mouth, then dragged him up again.

Wall, holding the beam with his arms and hanging the person in mid-air.

"Bang -" This time Zhao Sen heard the sound of the joint of his left arm being dislocated. When he turned around, he saw that his arm was wrapped around the beam twice in a row like a python, and his palm moved in an incredible way.

Angle reached towards his face, pulled the bed sheet from his mouth, and put his backhand on the beam.

"He wants to hang me!" Zhao Sen clearly knew what his left hand wanted to do, but he could only watch helplessly as his arm untied a trap on the beam, and then slowly inserted his neck.

After doing all this, he slowly raised his left hand hanging by his side, waved it in front of his eyes twice, then pressed hard on his right shoulder... Zhao Sen felt that his cervical vertebra was broken in an instant.

It was broken into two parts, the two eyeballs suddenly protruded from the sockets, and it was hung in the air with a look of death.

By the time Xie Bangui found Zhao Sen, he was already a corpse hanging from the rafters.

"Brother Sen! Why don't you open first?" The servant who was leading the way for Xie Bangui cried and wanted to remove Zhao Sen's body, but Xie Bangui pinched his neck and carried him back to the place where he was.

.

Xie Bangui shouted sternly: "No one is allowed to touch the body without my consent."

Zhao Sen was always very popular, but now he suddenly died in the house. Xie Bangui refused to let anyone touch the body, which naturally made a bunch of servants look at him angrily. Some even looked at Zhao Jinduo as if asking for help.

The latter said with a gloomy face: "From now on, everything will be under Brother Xie's command."

Xie Bangui said in a deep voice: "When was the last time you saw Zhao Sen and where was he."

A servant replied: "Brother Sen, you were still in the mourning hall just now... It seems that you left before you entered the house..."

"How long until we enter the house?"

"It won't take long, and it won't take more than a stick of incense..."

"Less than a stick of incense..." Xie Bangui looked up at Zhao Sen, who was bleeding from his seven orifices and his eyes were wide open, and said to himself: "We have not entered the mansion for an hour. In such a short time, we can

Are you going to hang an innate master?"

After Xie Bangui finished speaking, several masters present suddenly shook their spirits. After cultivating Xiantian, a warrior has developed a body of copper skin and iron bones. If you want to hang yourself, you will have to hang yourself for at least a day before you can die. Of course, if you are killed by someone,

Wringing the neck with something like beef tendon is another matter.

If Zhao Sen wanted to commit suicide, he would definitely not hang himself. It would be more reasonable to kill himself with a knife, or to shake his head...

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